Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
winding worlds, sharpened words, and vibrant art
The afternoon calls to me, it begs for me to take advantage, a swimming sensation within my mind causes a wondering and I mentally wander: I do not have the energy for this. To explore the pathways, to join with other beings, to share their thoughts, feelings, and dreams, well, this is something undulating, [...]
I wonder what it would be to live like in the sea, surrounded by clown fish and anemones, and smiling jellyfish that could sting as they please. Floating past little krill and tiny bright fish, I consider what my role would be in this charming, pristine, cobalt, irreverent water. I rise up and down, parading [...]
I used to be a damsel in distress, I called and called to them, to assist me with my longing heart, yet all of them decided to leave. I worked so hard on being that which portrayed what I felt was visual worth, without understanding that what mattered was not essentially looks but a [...]
The taste of salt upon your skin, the glistening iridescence as I feel your glow within, the sun shining through your being as though warming my very soul, like the heated taste of winter when you and I were eternally enthralled. I can feel the gurgling of growing gumption from within your soaring spirit, [...]
Panic mode, the shelves stripped bare, triumphant shoppers walk with their prized packets of eighteen toilet paper rolls, the luxurious purple Quilton brand. We have already rushed from your home, with few moments to spare, the opening time has already occurred, there are barely any essential products there. Hastily, you grab the items [...]
Since the dawn of time, we have existed. And breathing out fire and brimstone are the ones below us, but we live on a middle plane, known as Earth, where soil is beneath our feet and the endless sky is a twinkling seascape in our curious, admiring eyes. The singed beings, they wish to [...]
A level of exhaustion beginning to grow, then an unexpected expenditure of energy comes alive as I reap what I’ve sown. The quietening down of my mood, the lessening of my agility, strangely enhances me, it does not hinder me. I am cumbersome, but, my mind is crystalline clear, open and free, [...]
