Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
Where I can feel at home…
It feels so natural to speak the truth Embedded with Constance to see me through Upon the tips of my tongue A hullabaloo And an irrevocable meaning, melding Of heartfelt growling too. They’re, we’re indestructible, I know, View the airiness within me as my two delicates rose I need not have not Want for material [...]
Brother and SisterThe brothers come closerthey materialise into viewexpecting the expectant dame to cry ‘adieu adieu’but she will not falllike a tree in the quiet woods she will not be felled,not even by a dark witch doctor withmany alibis to tell.he holds the keys,swings with her melodies,he rhymes and rhymes,in unison in style,like youngest and [...]
Crazed night full of backstabs and bitesand false sugar sweetness relax into this dreamthere is understanding there are laughs there is fightthere is wit pomp and circumstance to cease this inner fightshe shrieks about the hell beneath her world in which she livesshe attempts to share her knowledge and more butthe bunny rabbit only questions [...]
I feel a sense of hope, of positivity and brightness, I need not want for anything because happiness, I already have it, it's that glimmer of ostentatious gold which drips with wanton thread, grasping my eyes with its beauty, wonder to the skies to be had. [...]
Though the clouds are heavy with sadness, I look to them not with madness, but with joy, irreverent laughter and thrown wide open arms. Calling them, cajoling them, to gush forth with their tears so I can dance away ‘neath their offerings, jive away my encumbering fears. [...]
Nothing to be depressed about, so positive, so joyous – so free, encumbered paths we could say but ecstatic I choose to be, it’s about which side to view and walk alongside Life, I could pinpoint, acknowledge, tiny points of strife, elaborate, with magnitude, some attitude filled with, rife, with annoyance, with irritation, or feelings of ‘discrimination’. [...]
Pack only the essentials; come along for the ride...
When spells and magic touch our lives, we are blessed by these experiences, allow us to revel in these instances, accepting what has been delivered to our hands or by our sides. [...]
Sometimes, there’s something magical in the air. You can feel it permeating your skin, your muscles, the tendrils of your hair, that electrifying feeling that courses through your very veins, warming you and making you feel loved, and reassuring you that everything, everything will be okay. There is a time in the future when you will feel this, too, don’t worry your heart about whether it will come, or if it won’t, when, how, or where, [...]
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, [...]
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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