Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Tag: chameleon

  • Spoken Word and Poem: over – 28/11/21

    Spoken Word and Poem: over – 28/11/21

    excited parallel universe
    where our motives selfishly meant
    were never truly met
    but in our beings we felt
    those irrevocable dents start to mend
    or were they beginning to spread?
    hard to decipher, the sensations felt

    young crushes soft passions
    gentle touches
    flushed complexions
    rough grabs forced giggles
    becoming something I didn’t want to acknowledge
    to please to be to allow him to feel to see “me” being
    right for him

    always that alteration for them
    never for me
    projection
    motivations incorrect
    feelings, felt
    triumph
    theirs, mine?
    I’m not certain
    though during the time,
    a certain type of divine victory —
    in that moment, they, he, whomever,
    were mine.

    the chameleon-like transformation,
    the desire rising and gaining
    and now
    the self-annihilation:
    who am I really
    when I’m being something falsified for another?

    playing these games all well and good
    but for some time
    losing sight of my inner flowers
    blossoms growing stagnant
    fragrance now putrid and pungent.
    for the scent of desperation and
    conformed coercion
    was, well,
    so wrong.

    and now I’m older
    I won’t allow this again for myself I will rise from these rubbish requests
    these wanton blatant desires
    specific request, the audacity,
    I cannot get over,
    change yourself?
    I didn’t request any amendments for you,
    because I’m not rude in that manner.

    This, whatever it was, I am over.
    (28/11/21)
    Copyright © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. (Artwork, recording, and words)

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  • Poetry and Prose: The Disguises – 10/10/19

    Poetry and Prose: The Disguises – 10/10/19

    What can I say? I’m a chameleon — I can shape shift at will. With the right applicators, the right clothing, the right hair colour, I can alter my appearance and seemingly become someone else, a new someone. My ability to change is inherent, a desire to change who I am, to become something more, but why can’t I be completely content with who I am?

    There is no need to continually change anymore. I am accepted for who I am and how I appear, and for those who decide to speak otherwise, I’ll dismiss their words without a care. For, I have gone through so much internal suffering and physical upheaval, my alterations took a great toll on my tired body and heavy mind.

    A chameleon may be desirable to those who prefer their others as showy and changeable, but I am now an almost-contented being; only a few complaints have I, and I can work on altering these, quietly, without the flash of colours in the brimming sky in others’ perceptive eyes, their flashing, thoughtful eyes.

    © 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.  


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