from the depths of my soul from the gateways of my being I shudder with anger distilling through me its not purely the behaviour which perturbs it’s the repeat offending I know will remain present and untoward some will never change this I hold true pity me for believing I am a true fool. Copyright © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
As I sit in my rocking chair I ponder to myself, what is there to contemplate or even know, how should I proceed in life, these stumbling blocks keep coming, they are rife, and they trash my days and hours, slitting them open like warm butter attacked with a knife. [...]
Imagine there was something which could easily read the words of your heart. Your joys, your aching, your frustration, and the spaces you keep for precious, invaluable art. Those masterpieces of memories and experiences which you love to hold, turn over in hands again and again, mesmerised, decisive, the experiences are able to be re-lived this way fruitfully, truth be told. You can inspect these cubes, forms, or spheres, or perhaps for you, they’re nondescript, simple [...]
Sustaining the high energy of the beautiful vitality within thy soul, watch as it trickles through the gaps visible in the aura that surrounds you whole. You are wonderful just the way you are, the courteous, gentle being who sings slightly off-key, it is permissible to be less than perfect, because this is what I have to say freely: [...]
He hoards not objects, not physical implements but emotions, he caresses them, they express their feelings heard and meant. But he greedily takes these from others, swipe, snatch, grab, one hand carries the contents of another’s heavy heart, another carries pain and loathing in the other hand which seems it shan’t ever [...]
When will you realise that to be elegantly numb is not courageous but is rather like dragging fingernails across a broken board? I understand the need to be empty and without feeling, but this is not something to aim for, best be open in what one is saying, drag forth the pain and suffering to [...]
Audio: The Colours Jealousy, for some it’s serpent green, coils around the heart, constricting breath, lungfuls into parts. But, Hope, for me it’s amber, she’s millions of years old, and so much she has captured she’s not a gem but like royalty she’s treated as such. Hate, for me, deep red, blood-like, thickened, coagulating, too [...]
Unknowing of where you’ve been, where have you travelled? Where has your mind taken you? Is it to the edge of your despair? Are you aching, begging to be heard without any actual words? Misunderstood, underappreciated? Does this strike a chord? Do you wish you could move on quicker to achieve your goals within [...]