Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
A corner of my world where I feel most at home
How can I say this plainly, unflowery, with truth? I’m frustrated, everything seems the same, nothing to experience or share, no news. I sit in my home and I try to create, I use my phone also to try to connect, but with others I feel a slackening bond, becoming further away from one [...]
I am not a stranger to the darkness, though I am unafraid of the light. I am willing to crawl on broken glass, dragging shards through my flesh as I attempt to better myself, fall away will the blight. I can rip these fragments from my skin, gaping wounds, painful holes, I am like [...]
We talk about each other as though we’re okay, but we are not, I’ve barely slept in days, I can feel the stretching within, the rot. This pains me because while you rest, plain to see, mind no longer ailing, but further proof that there is substantial evidence that crosses boundaries, from victim to the [...]
I wish I could write of beauty and wonder, and perfection, if it existed, but I don’t believe I have it within me, my words come out as harsh and grating. Instead, my confessionals are here to behold, laid out upon the table, endless pages scattered, ink haphazardly scrawled. Some stains are crimson, [...]
Flawless, how can I feel flawless when beneath the spotted mirror my reflection barely lurks? Flawless, how can I feel perfect when my heart is blotchy like Grandma’s inky, moody pearls? A broken smile, a set of hounded eyes reflect back at me, finding a perfect circumstance? Tell me this: does perfection truly exist? [...]
Good tidings from myself to you, I wish you the very best, for all to be well, because I see the hurt in your eyes, I view the sorrow within your words, I feel your heaving chest, wracked cries. You speak of the brokenness, you detail existential pain, despair, and hopelessness, your expressions are [...]
There are many stages of transformation in life. Sometimes, to find ourselves, we need to cleanse and strip ourselves to the bare minimum, and then, search even further. Here is an example of that search.
Meandering, I take a walk down Future’s Lane, to view what’s on offer, what goodies can I take? To pluck from the bushes, to gather from the trees, elegant prizes which await me, I need not beg, nor lower myself to my knees. For my future seems rich, not with pennies or gold, [...]
Strangely exhausted, an afternoon, heavily slept, too much, too much, ill memories draining, they won’t rise delicately, rather seep down below the mattress, will not gently fly away. A drainage system below the surface of a city, a being, more than four times hastily gone mad, residual pain wafting from the wide walkway pipes, potent, [...]
Audio: What to Feel. Can I feel the moment? This fateful occasion heralding? When I realise that things have been growing and stirring, how this is not how the interior was once mapped, the scanning reveals a foreboding view. I am astounded, into fearfulness I’ve been slapped, my duty of care to myself [...]
