Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
Where I can feel at home…
Tree-man gathers and smiles in the plains that are his own, shrubs and bushes alongside also grin and rustle, they watch as he explores his land, attends to the fallen leaves as gently as if each were a sacred sign, they are, in fact, because they’re quietly home grown. Each delicate marking, each unique shade of yellow, brown or green makes his heart swoon, his mood heady [...]
The sunshine drips through my windowpane, illuminating, brightening, my heart, my mind, I am finally at peace, there’s no need to search nor find, I am satisfied, satisfied with the breath of my life, my soul it feels so light and kind. Nevermore will I search arduously, high and low, painful, the path impatient but slow for completion through others, through acceptance and [...]
I’m all out of cares and concerns, leave behind the airs and trials, there is no haughtiness or sinister circumstances, view the alterations for miles. Those dreams which haunted the mind but only last night, are they pointing to, are they signalling signs? Obscure and strange, but there, in existence, to be analysed within the times? [...]
This smile, she is timely, she has arrived well and alive, with her presence her owner will revive, feel stronger, amazing, and whole. There were calls for her demise, suffocations of her interior, breath caught in her lungs, catching at the escape, wishing for the air never to be free nor fly, but now, a rapid sigh of relief, [...]
I arrived at the café in a raging mood, everything felt wrong, angered me, made me feel misunderstood. Fluctuations in mood today carried on from yesterday, I was filled with upsets, overwhelmed with dismay. I sniped, I snarked, I complained, I felt bitter, could nothing go right, this is terrible, will it improve? I wondered. I’ve not had days like these in months, everything has been somewhat [...]
Written by myself, there were once great tales to tell, now my tongue falls flat and limp, it will not, I will not speak. Sharing out of turn can be most expensive, not financially but morally, how do we strip the obligation from our hands, cleanse our palms, something wise and sent, perfection slightly the same and honest? [...]
Brightness engulfs that wicked room where tales were never shared. Where fears, anxiety, irreverently unfold within the gloom, resting concerns upon one’s hands. There is a quietness which is perturbed by the stately arrival of glaring white and unnatural upheaval, a certain something, a funk, a stink, which would bring one to their knees, into the darkest of thickets, the tangled thorns, the trees, the thistles. [...]
Glaring, inquiring eyes inspecting through shopfront windows, what is it you seek? The girl in the crimson dress with white seams, is it she you are trying to find, do you desire her to speak? On edge, percolated by excess caffeine, anxiety rising, scenes perhaps more than what they seem, to her, everything seems suspicious, laden with layers of notions and commotions and terribly haunting dreams. [...]
Ink and colours swirl and fly, admirably they meld into the other, watch our joy multiply. There’s not a moment too soon when we can reach into the stars, colours, outlines, so fantastical, we can hardly believe them ours. I know that these hues and shades might not be here forever, but I appreciate and accept, allow them to provide my eyes pleasure and favour while I introspect, I know not their meanings to you, [...]
Perhaps some are meant to be apart for a while, to allow distance and the ability for truth to no longer be real. Imagination reigns without truth, what is that person seeing, feeling, what will they do, thoughts of them, I should really be immensely and measurably through. Delicate interventions, reaching out in a moment, wondering is no longer wondering because now there’s an [...]
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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