Poem: Obsidian – 19/09/21

I look to the sky with haste, why has thou forsaken me, in my time of need? Every inch of me screams to be heard, every centimetre to be held close. The raw aching state of my soft flesh cuts into my plans, wreaking havoc on a once-perfectly addled mind, states of being which soared with creativity, more and more, until even I couldn’t believe what avant-garde moments were coming from me. [...]

Poem: Deliberate Change – 17/09/21

reduction of meds equals reduction of stability you’re questioned whether what you’re doing is right for you but I know it’s important to get this poison out of my system to slowly cleanse myself of it it’s been soaking my mind tainting my equilibrium. it can’t be healthy to be on high doses for years and years – when you are struggling the most, perhaps it’s important to have these as bandages to cotton wool my mind with white fluffy woollen balls but I need the reality of living without so much chemical restraint I’m just taking matters into my own hands it’s only weeks that I am not going to wait. the edginess in reduction is the worst part the raw red feeling of being scraped against a venomous spiked ceiling being dragged upside down feeling discomfort, exhaustion to the highest degree this dose has been with me for years I’m getting rid of it perhaps a little too fast, deplete it from me, just damned well leave my system, let me breathe. Copyright © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.

Prose: River of Consciousness – 15/09/21

I feel the river of consciousness flowing, the flow of ethereal joy growing, and the prism of light shine and increase within me, a quiet sense of knowing. Knowledge that life will continue to improve, it is with focus and intent that I’m aware I’ll keep this view, with positivity, an ample amount, enough to dampen any sense of fear or doubt, in myself I have trust and the knowledge that to myself and close others, I will be able to remain devout. There can be occasions when I wonder, have I strayed from the righteous path, was there something awry I performed, or have I mistrusted, an inability to inadequately and naively discern, when really I should have upped and away without a goodbye, from past experiences, perhaps still never having learnt. [...]

Poem: Fashionable Undertakings – 06/09/21

My confidence in self-expression, I don’t care for looks of derision, curious undertakings, the strangers I sometimes catch glancing, I wear my big heavy boots with pride, wear dark makeup all I like, I dress how I want without hindrance, it may seem to others a small decision. But I am being bold, letting my choices break the mould, I don’t care for judgements or disapproval, my approval is the only type I need to view. Being confident in myself used to be much of a chore, for I dressed, presented in ways that called for attention, of other’s approval I did implore. [...]

Prose: The Message, Unheard – 06/09/21

The Message, Unheard Words unfold upon my screen, toppling, clamouring over themselves, fighting to be seen. I’m important, no, my message is of the utmost importance, let me be heard, while the most relevant one relaxes away, folded arms. Its words are the most likely to go unnoticed; its is the voice of reason, the truth you don’t want to see, but it lingers, to the side, presence important, but not impinging. Just there, whiling away time, until you become most aware. [...]

Poem: Beautiful Soul Knowledge – 04/09/21

It is a part of me, my choice of which to give, openly or freely, absolutely willingly, the freedom of positivity, the decision to make amends, correct that abstract thought pattern, that negative plane doesn’t befit my type of Earth, but instead I will reach within, grasp, grapple, with whatever there is to see, a part of me is becoming courageous, and knowing, and I love to be encouraging, and I will speak with kindness not only to others, but also to myself, inside, outside, directness, shooting internally, the truths, the prisms of light my heart has been seeking, [...]