Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
Where I can feel at home…
Author's note: Sometimes I like to look back at my drafts and see what was on my mind months prior, and how I constructed these realities into rhymes and words to soothe myself, express anger, frustration, upsets, or some such. This piece I feel still has some of these truths ringing in my current reality. Hence, I thought I would share it with you here today.
it feels like gold it shines it glimmers it never grows old these times that grow within my soul cause me to smile widely from ear to ear. [...]
Sometimes I'm in a mood to fly colour all around on the page. No rhythm, no rhyme about it. Just the process I find relaxing and enriching. At the end it's nice to see how the colours meld with each other, whether it's subtle, fluid, or not at all. I find it a little like active meditation making this type of art.
woke up late I didn’t know what I was all about looking around with delirium smiling to myself at the fever I knew would begin again the fervid burning of hope at knowing knowing knowing that what I pursue is worth the dreaming allowing for facts of independence and fine fine times [...]
the righteous favour the brave but the brave favour themselves there’s little need to further delve it’s just the way they display themselves barbie girls upon on the shelf awaiting their knight to be rescued by the hero victorious from the fight they smile from cheek to cheek pearly whites framed by pillows of pale high society pink [...]
lightly lightly sprite take your time fly, soar, your flight is delayed but it is so warranted, you’re finally here rising above the trees the blossoms into the skies so sweetly and so you ride the atmospheric dreams. [...]
The territory is brave, I watch the illustrious gloom bloom in its cave, a cavern of intent, through darkness, plain to see, motives growing as we both live and breathe. What was meant for this cause? Shall I ponder deeply, for longer, as I struggle through doors, of questions, no answers, each pathway needs a potential ending which I shall never see. [...]
I feel a sense of hope, of positivity and brightness, I need not want for anything because happiness, I already have it, it's that glimmer of ostentatious gold which drips with wanton thread, grasping my eyes with its beauty, wonder to the skies to be had. [...]
Ordinarily, I’d change for the better, like I know I should. Glancing into a reflection, puddle, stigmatised mud, confounded, when shall I continue truthfully and good? I know, as I stare at myself that changes are to occur more often than not, but how hard will it be for us to move forward if certain thoughts cannot be wrought, or refashioned – remembering? I’d rather not.
let me say the things I want to say the hazy prisms of the lustrous day envelope my cause, enlighten truth I know as yours. [...]
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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