Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Tag: life

  • Poem: by the gods I have been blessed – 15/12/21

    Poem: by the gods I have been blessed – 15/12/21

    the gods have blessed me here today
    and I could not be any more grateful
    I present myself open arms tongue-tied
    fumbling for the right words to speak
    so thankful that I have been given this redemption
    this ability for reprieve
    for soul reflection
    for ascension

    I feel my spirit begin to detach and surround itself
    around my very corporeal being
    enlightening my mind, freeing me from suffering
    there’s nothing to gain from retrieval of memories
    from ill historical and former focusing
    their blatant latent effect upon my cerebral and synapses
    firing in a manner so repetitively tiring
    my emotions couldn’t bear the calling,
    the calling oh, how I begged for their stalling

    and now, momentous is this portion of the night
    my essence is detached yet still intact
    surrounding my body like a breath like its very own fog
    an aura of mist and coolness is this what ethereal spirit be?

    I look to the skies and there is nothing nothing but me to see
    I surround this room I breathe myself in
    peculiar this moment be
    but I give in to the strangeness I allow it to take me in
    and suddenly I become at one with this misty translucent sea
    the gods have blessed me

    I’m freeing myself from the defunct thoughts
    the degenerative memories which assisted me naught
    I have and will continue to move forward
    I surround myself, how obscure, how strange,
    but in this instance, it feels like odd perfection,
    to know that at least, my corporeal being by this spirit
    is being saved.

    I can protect myself in a manner so cloaked and sheathed
    not even the most perceptive will view my soul
    for this spirit, this liveliness, my hope,
    has continued to grow and grow
    with time, with accentuation, with acceptance that
    this life is something to embrace, not complain or be
    pessimistic about,

    I spent so many years in that negative degenerative haze,
    ungrateful state and years of sickeningly unwell mental health –
    I almost could not be saved
    but
    I complain not for I have lived those years
    gained life experience
    learned from doing not viewing
    so many years spent angered and stewing
    vile retention of obsession and contention though now
    I have become enlightened
    in the sense that yes,
    by the gods I have been touched to view my truths
    I have been blessed.

    taught with foresight and acceptance that Life is worth living
    Life is worth receiving
    Life is worth investing in and worth the chances of giving and giving
    and improving and being.
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    (14/12/21)

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  • Poem: reflection – 13/12/21

    Poem: reflection – 13/12/21

    haven’t always been the best person
    haven’t perpetually been the kindest human
    in times of pain I lash out and let them have it
    my heart, wounded, dripping by the bloodied scourge
    and the very dagger sliced into my fragile ego
    drips drip drippps with overt sentiment and angry vehemence
    how dare I be slighted my mind will scream
    how dare I be wronged my pride shall call
    but the truth is, there are two sides to every story,
    and I can’t always be stuck playing, rewinding Side B
    hours and hours on repeat,
    lyrically paining.

    Side A has some truth to it, and best acknowledge,
    acknowledge the words permeating, winding
    so freely, because,
    there’s no point in dwelling on a broken empty situation
    which has no love for progress, for gratitude, for positivity
    nor feeling blessed.
     
    although what is love when pieces are sharper than
    fierce puppy needle teeth
    piercing my very being and allowing me to see, to see,
    that my latent anger, my fiercely wrought armour,
    my defences guarding were no longer needed,
    BUT, why look to the past, it’s something to learn from, yes,
    but I do not need to allow it to grace my world again.
    they are gone, never again to be seen, not even if the mouths
    of the world yawned open to engulf me,
    or perhaps, in their own twisted way,
    reward me.
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    (12/12/21)

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  • Poem: disarmed – 12/12/21

    Poem: disarmed – 12/12/21

    change is as impermanent as the irreverent footsteps
    brushing against the floorboards  
    then carpeted pavement
    travelling toward the bedroom door for a glimmer
    of your strength as your heart it beats quietly in slumber
    days well spent days well spent
    I sigh to myself for I see the journey within your nightly trials
    in your eyes sparkles glimmer
    alterations to be observed and saved
    soul shimmers

    you altered your life path
    you designed a new trial to be outlasted and
    mistakes made wittingly
    aside and cast
    you grew in redemption
    a beautiful soul reflection
    sewn regeneration
    flowering ascension
    imperfect connections
    yet perfect corrections
    as bold and wondrous as the claret flowing through
    your bursting spirit
    your special soul
    need I, dare I mention?
    the colours of your fall,
    the shade of your winter soul,
    the spring in your flowering steps,
    the beautiful summer sunset,
    you are evolving as you become the centre,
    the One,
    I’m torn – do I let you sleep
    or wake you, embrace you,
    snuffling warmth?

    I just want to encourage you
    congratulate you
    for the change that’s become of you
    your flight path
    nothing to fear
    no harm,
    you’ve made it through the danger zone
    and blissfully
    grinningly
    I see you hovering and soaring above
    that former storm.
    well done, my lovely,
    well done.
    my heart you have eternally disarmed.  
    (09/12/21)
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  • Poem: personal astronomy – 12/12/21

    Poem: personal astronomy – 12/12/21

    as I speak, I wonder,
    what is there to gather from this world we inhabit?
    what is there to take away from it?
    to cherish, to treasure from it?
    so much to glean so many concepts felt, seen
    and thriving is this feeling I have within me
    for I have grown wiser from my experiences
    played puppet and now I dance the strings with ease
    it’s electrifying to know that I can direct my movements
    rest assured, Life is calling,
    finally,
    and I am welcomed by it.

    there is no chance that I’ll allow it to
    pass me by again
    or wreak havoc on my heart and mind
    allow others to observe, perhaps gain,
    it’s not their fault any more than it is mine,
    human nature can be cruel,
    and unkind.

    selfish gains were proceeds
    and my life seemed unworthy
    moments taken from me
    but I gave and I gave
    like rolling pebbles I threw moments away
    and now I reign and roar –
    this World I explore.

    so many experiences, so many instances
    so many to love to appreciate to share knowledge with
    creativity to become more learned shared growth
    and brightness personified fills my irises
    pupils engorged selfish eyes
    I will
    take. my. fill
    and my heart screams with passion,
    so shrill.

    I wish I had learned earlier how to be a participant
    and take my taste,
    that its not about receiving but giving also,
    to others we must respect and kneel
    and equality will soon reign when I realise
    what is now staring me in the face:
    Love, Life, Personal Astronomy,
    travel the stars moon sun planets of my heart and my soul
    ever so freely…
    (11/12/21)
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  • Poem: dirty fatigue – 11/12/21

    Poem: dirty fatigue – 11/12/21

    fatigue washes over me
    like a deadly dirty sin
    engulfing me embodying me
    takes its fill of me in
    my vision how it blurs
    swaying leaning I reach forth
    unintentionally, of course
    im falling im falling in a manner
    completely unacceptable
    breaking me
    there’s no such thing as monotony

    I fall asleep in place
    sitting up
    apparent hours minutes seconds seem to race
    i’m broken yet oddly assured that I’ll at least
    succeed at gaining some rest
    the writing that ordinarily takes ten minutes to pen
    fifteen minutes left until the almost-full hour
    disjointed thoughts and messages jotted
    now to entertain.

    I will not cry I will not moan
    victim mentality is not in my being known
    I do not know why I am suffering this way
    though, three to four hours a night
    each rest is broken like shattered pavement
    beneath my bare toes

    concentration is a joke
    my eyes my mind travels
    traverse their own wanderlust
    and walking ahead upon a path
    noticing men and women canoodling
    at half-mast
    I cannot ascertain fully what is occurring
    inside my brain
    though I suspect, ascertain, hypomanic is
    the state.

    shall we lead into mania,
    I wonder to myself,
    this polar extreme highlighted by my fervent actions
    frantically creating unto myself
    but there comes a point where I must
    Slow. It. Down.
    I do not know I do not know
    how to escape this vicious cycle
    or, am I meant to simply deal with it
    on my own?

    the moral support which
    could be provided
    is severely unacceptable
    for some assessments are rubbish
    wanting me to be under a yowling’s affair
    instead:
    tik tok tik tok laissez-faire
    rare visitations to my foreign bed.

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    (10/12/21)

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  • Poem: boy, what’s your name again? – 10/12/21

    Poem: boy, what’s your name again? – 10/12/21

    I don’t want somebody like you
    I never wanted to be ruined and unfulfilled
    what I hope for
    what I wish for
    what I dream
    is the potential for repair
    to love, succeed, to be

    are you part of that picture?
    were you planning to be part of that fluidity?
    that blossoming flower and the stamen reaching forth for
    that other, pollinator, conjoiners?

    the truth is I never wanted anyone like you.
    I don’t know what I wanted.
    but what I needed,
    what I need,
    now that’s a different assertion.
    a competition?

    Perhaps, win my heart if competition you
    don’t dread,
    weave the dreamcatchers, dreamscapes fly in wisps
    and while away time, time, time,
    and we’ll sleep until noon, or, at least, we’ll pretend to…

    wet dreaming lashes and wanton desirous passions,
    last night I wondered where you were, on your way
    to teach so many life lessons to my heart
    when it’s on heat with fire and ice and dancing
    with disastrous notions which only have accents
    upon the truest of consultations –

    darling, oh darling, comment on my flow,
    accentuate the designation of self-knowledge
    which grows,
    display all the personal power and growth
    you have ascertained,
    for this, I find utterly alluring,
    boy, what’s that again, your name?
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    (10/12/21)

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  • Poem: clear to see – 10/12/21

    Poem: clear to see – 10/12/21

    the metamorphosis is clear to see
    vials of perfume softly springing to mind, see?
    I remember you saying my name
    over and over,
    muttering in your sleep
    or was this just part of my former fervent dream
    wanting to be needed
    what a permanent picture;
    so dreary, so dreary,
    terrible need.

    many years spent travelling those
    desperately craggy mountains
    like that gypsy family
    seeking solace
    reverence within their country
    protection, sweet notions,
    extending their planning
    with ease,
    what does this mean to me? —

    to see, be heard, be seen,
    but not felt, no, not yet…
    the only tactile response will be what is calling
    to my mindset, leave pawing, clawing in the dust;
    there’ll be absolutely none of that.

    outrageously wise and perfectly contrite
    I siiiing with my presence by yours, theirs,
    myself by many a-side,
    and warranted yet are the prismatic rays of light
    bounding, bouncing forth, assign this nonsense,
    what a fantastical blur,
    this humdrum of renewed life.

    but I cannot be, I will not be without reference,
    I will dance in my seat without any form of sufferance,
    I will gather the cause and realise
    it’s enough, enough, to be wound, bound together
    do not cut the cord
    sever myself from the aspect that’s calling calling
    upon my bare feet like leech-covered lilies and
    vulnerable sticky pearls strung with the most
    delicate of ease.

    the world is yet to know my capabilities, my cause-and-effects,
    lustrous be thy truest form of genuine connection,
    soulful, calming and transparent temperament.
    (10/12/21)
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  • Poem: no more thieves – 08/12/21

    Poem: no more thieves – 08/12/21

    I realised you can’t steal something away
    that I inherently own
    even if the physicality disappears from hand hold
    it’s mine and mine alone
    my worth self-worth
    once thrown to the turf
    now shining unto itself
    surrounded by a halo

    I am stronger I am prouder I am older
    I am wiser
    it didn’t come about without troubles wrought
    the pains becoming gnarled and harder
    I do not know how I allowed myself to stray
    to forget, or even know, what I was
    allowing myself to be to do to be viewed as
    day by day;
    end of each day perhaps I inherently failed.

    let’s not overthink it because I am
    here and now
    In the palm of my hand
    a tiny nugget
    solid proof
    twenty-four karat knowledge
    that I am myself to own
    my self-worth glimmers
    like stars it beckons to those
    who I wish to learn of, be learned by, and
    myself come to know.
    (08/12/21)
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  • Micropoetry and Artwork: growing pains – 09/12/21

    Micropoetry and Artwork: growing pains – 09/12/21

    sometimes growth still yields many forms of separation…
    mistrust, paranoia, apprehension,
    brothers and sisters envisage the vision before you,
    neither be forceful nor misgiven,

    for tis the season, tis the season,
    for giving and living,
    smile, dear friends,
    for we are together, in part, until the ending.

    so now, bright lights, deep sparkles,
    heavenly ascensions,
    extending the loving,
    commence the resounding celebrations,
    fervent rejoicing.
    (08/12/21)
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  • Poem: soul regeneration – 08/12/21

    Poem: soul regeneration – 08/12/21

    dance kisses upon my throat
    so this is what it means to hope
    stroke delicate skin upon my clavicle
    protrusion teases the heart which stems
    from endless fervour growing, grown
    exposed wrists like gentle sheets covering
    calmed corpse awaiting his final resting place
    lay with me
    as you lie to me
    and tell me I’m the most beautiful soul
    in the world you’ll ever be damned to see

    chagrin rolls in my chest
    sooty moss spreads, engulfing my freedom of breath
    these blatant lies you feed me
    extricate me
    envelope me
    warm me
    fool me
    lulled into a false sense of dubious security
    because, feed me with these tainted compliments,
    continue with your altered sentiments
    and soon I’ll come to believe, believe,
    that the moon wasn’t meant to be with the stars
    and instead destined for my eyes while I’m lying in
    your arms.

    but, perturbed am I
    I cannot allow these feelings to emote evoke my being
    immolate your false reverence
    devotion
    dear sentiment
    I know your true intent
    you want to feast upon me with your eyes
    and I’m not like that
    I am not here to be devoured
    only my mind, my memory
    should be entered into,
    my mouth shall speak of what I want
    and it’s the connection
    alliance
    amazing shared life joys,
    even the trials and tribulations.

    heaven sent is this prime connection
    I seek mental stimulation
    loving appreciation
    the physical without it
    is nothing to me
    but soul degeneration.
    (07/12/21)
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