Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
winding worlds, sharpened words, and vibrant art
I have not been outside in days, huddled down in my cocoon I have encased myself with stinging words and florid phrases, distinctive patterns to my ears, though perhaps not to others. Alone, I sing of times of freedom, absolution, and success, upon reflection, these moments were anything but what I felt, I operated [...]
Pinned to the game of life, spin it for a consolation prize, perhaps you’ll win something extraordinary, either way, relish the pillaging of history. The girl pinned on the wheel is there unwillingly, but she is there to provide smilingly, there is always something to gain from her presence. Around and around and [...]
She hides between the curtains and the window from nothing in particular, allowing herself to view the wide-eyed smiling moon casting its dancing light upon the dew dotted grass; a nightly view so familiar. The brightness is expansive in her vision compared to the darkened room which she calls her home, where upon the [...]
I think it’s time that I write how I feel today, a truthful account, that I will put to my name. Everything seems hopeless, I feel as though I’m nothing, not worthy of anything positive, to be written down, nothing joyous or amazing. Nothing can cheer me, it seems as though today’s sharply crested waves [...]
