Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Tag: life

  • poem: time for change – 31/03/22


    “TIME FOR CHANGE”
    (c) 2022 by Lauren M. Hancock

    it’s time to change,
    to embrace love and life,
    there is nothing I would erase;
    each moment and breath
    a welcome moment
    or an opportunity to learn
    to grow and accept the phase.
    Time and time again
    I found myself on the plane of existence
    wondering when would Life listen, with her
    pinpricked ears would she discern my
    truest desires?
    Or would she smile fortuitously upon the request of others
    while piece by piece, brick by brick
    my own home laid unfinished, nowhere have I to place
    my handbag down,
    expected to be lingering already at home?
    We don’t even have a home,
    none with a shared hearth, with warmth,
    with comfort.
    Essentially, my love for you is meant to be
    a mistake,
    a princess fetched from her turret,
    tethered as, as of late.
    The magpie flaps and soars,
    joins the eucalypt leaves in a shading spot
    He, you, really are a protector, but now
    learn your skills, hone them further,
    Princess can be by herself for now.

    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
    Photo by strikers on Pixabay.

  • poem: robotic heart – 24/03/22

    poem: robotic heart – 24/03/22

    the standard rhythmic drum won’t work anymore,
    it’s not befitting to pound to the pulse of another’s heart,
    not when you alone know where to recommence –
    life truly is art.
    instead, her melodies, chosen to alternately warble about her,
    she and him, sometimes others, but back to him,
    a tear threatens to erupt
    from the dormant succession of her formerly frozen heart,
    it’s as though she should quash feelings
    signs of ‘weakness’
    true emotions we are never
    meant to see,
    express:
    where’s that opening to ravage,
    insert a rusted key…
    damaged, disasters,
    they went too far,
    whilst awaiting her to prepare
    to together look at the galaxy and her stars.
    she fell instead, nothing left to say, nothing more,
    to drag one’s name from the etched pavement,
    at least her time was predominately saved.
    that’s the thing of it, the matter
    throughout it all,
    she still possessed her beautifully poignant
    desire for a rapid rise to power.
    let us begin,
    all truths be told,
    hour by hour upon hours.
    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
    Artwork by 0fjd125gk87 from Pixabay.

  • poem: the matter be – 02/02/22

    poem: the matter be – 02/02/22


    astounding though the matter be,
    at least I can still think, breathe, sigh and see
    not many people can say this
    and not many can attend
    to this tiresome irksome being stuck inside
    my head

    she is me a part of me
    the opportunistic thoughts of me
    when I’m scrambling for power then I need to
    convalesce
    become redundant there
    that side of the world, I I lost my drive

    but in terms of general threaded consciousness

    I know I am able I know I am true
    I can pick the stitches as well as sew them
    even out the ripped turret
    surrounded by green eggs and Sam I Ams.

    Protection here from the finest I will survive this
    arduous path
    these words I struggle for sleep
    enough is enough
    life can be tiresome
    but for all the healing happiness in the world
    it’s worth it.
    (02/02/20)
    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
    Image from Pixabay

  • poem: pebble – 30/01/22

    poem: pebble – 30/01/22

    Holiday

    This stone
    this innocuous pebble breaks me breaks you, breaks us, apart
    tearing rolling down the barrel of a shotgun heart
    I may not know true heartache now but in the past that thing broke me
    pieces of an imperfect mosaic flew
    these shards of myself not smokable but certainly shattered and vein-like-blue

    fatigue of life overtakes
    all the same shade of off-white
    low stimuli but intensity building, built
    like a road of rubber tyres on fire
    a gigantic witch’s pyre
    though 21st century

    how I wish the mania hadn’t left me
    and this constant need to sleep
    because of the medication and gorged carbs

    plus lowest stimulation among irritating boy-like antagonism
    so that we become nothing much more than slugs of tired redemption
    or those on a happy carefree holiday
    I came in far worse than I currently have become now – a moth pathetically flapping now – luxurious slug style seemingly assumed now somehow.
    (30/01/22)
    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.  
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  • poem: twine – 28/01/22

    poem: twine – 28/01/22

    I send love and joy to the earthly forms
    soaring beings and ‘neath brewing storms,
    sending love to many many,
    and the sisters of three,
    who love to tug and twist and cut twine ‘neath the sea

    where I lived for many many years under the rotundas of mental health
    amongst dry retching desires and lengthy spells
    searching for love and so much more
    wrong place wrong time,
    I decide to soar.
    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.

  • poem: amazing grace – 20/01/22

    poem: amazing grace – 20/01/22

    amazing grace,
    learning to not take centre stage,
    but to share attention and time with others,
    growing less selfish and learning to enjoy a new family
    learn and love
    amalgamate share energies —
    enough!

    I retreat, the Hermit, the rowboat goes on and on down a canal
    led by my hero of the tale,
    but the truth of the matter is that i am really so self assured out in public and in company
    but here, secluded, I am bitter, grumpy, temperamental and nasty.

    I thought i could not help it but i learned to chew the bit and hold my tongue
    for long enough long enough to prove responsibility and a resolution to improve:
    so tough.

    I was their punching bag, or so it seemed
    though i assumed a dereference and respect from those whom
    i desired to deflect
    understanding the need to get along with differing personalities
    and reassuring that that i can do this
    surely i will do this with ease
    ease of intent
    i will get out of this bind
    hellbent hellbent
    out of the ward tot semi freedom
    the arms of wandering teams of carriers of rediscovered souls.
    (20/01/22)
    Copyright © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.

  • Frustrated: 15/01/22

    Frustrated: 15/01/22

    I over the melodramatics
    The bullshit sycophantic
    the apparent rambling lunatics
    whom do not know how to please themselves without ease
    their problems can be ours
    But I’m sick of being helpful divine whose put down
    I will launch a grenade and set myself alight
    I will smile as I dance with the powder bees
    waxing with the moon and his counterpart Saturn with his stars
    up in arms we will feel as we counteract their charms
    for they have none they are not desired to be
    I will annihilate the circumstances if I really want to leave
    The power in their cracked skulls as I want to want to be
    sweet immolation directing the bees
    spread her thighs that desirous queen bee
    and watch her misogynistic demise in her nightmarish dreams.
    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.

  • Poem: friends forever? – 08/01/21

    Poem: friends forever? – 08/01/21

    Crazed night full of backstabs and bites
    and false sugar sweetness relax into this dream
    there is understanding there are laughs there is fight
    there is wit pomp and circumstance to cease this inner fight

    she shrieks about the hell beneath her world in which she lives
    she attempts to share her knowledge and more but
    the bunny rabbit only questions and sings

    annoying character is she but shields the devils face
    with deep, deep chagrin upon him

    Wonder not the times of treason of incorrect submission “
    or that Libra you are for searching
    you will find her deep within me.
    For I am your saviour within this life, within our dream.
    Friends together, if you’ll let it be
    so mote it be so mote it be.

    Copyright © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.

  • spoken word: united as one – 05/01/22

    united as one recording

    my mind,
    my heart my body my soul
    three unite know my all

    to time I am like a raging river gushed by a future sea
    there is reverence, not irreverence, yearning, deep within me
    temper yet the strangeness the dictations and rhythms of time
    smile widely in the circumstances
    baby girl you’ll always remain mine

    there are times of course, when we are free from suffering and pain,
    the dire annihilation and surrender just the same.

    Fear not, youthful youngsters, fear more jealous, evil crones
    the effigy is part of this circumstance
    fight through medication together
    not alone.

    Copyright © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
    Photo by Matthew Montrone on Pexels.com

  • dream

    perfection
    bliss
    amazingly saved
    unreasonable
    disarming
    corrections to a name
    the entwining of notions the screenplay the utter commotions
    we love to inflict the drama and bend a chink in your armour
    the truth is that we come with spells
    we come with magic we come with flighty yells
    the anonymity of the moment is shafted away because now, inclined toward the moon is where
    we
    shall
    stay.

    wander not in the desert, sweet hearts, understand that there are two to come undone,
    we reunite beneath the wanton burning sun,
    there’s nothing to see, nothing to do,
    nothing to rob, but broken hearts in heavy arms.