Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
A corner of my world where I feel most at home
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 [...]
I tell myself to be positive, there’s no reason in the world that hope for human life should cave in. I tell myself to see the positive side of things, that there is not pain and suffering everywhere I turn, my heart shouldn’t flat-line: the highs and lows of existence, the pitch should still [...]
Monday draaags himself in, he doesn’t want to be here, other Mondays wave from behind stern mugs of coffee, they also don't wish to be here. Sunday and Saturday had the time of their lives the previous days, they celebrated and socialised in a manner that really was purely wholehearted in so many ways. [...]
I am struggling to rise to my little hooves, I am failing to grasp hold of balance, I am calling, calling, for this ability to visit me, the skill to be mobile, to be free. For so long, I’ve been unable to properly walk and stride, how problematic for a soul for whom the [...]
The green in her eyes speaks of envy, of rich, potent jealousy, block upon blocks of her irises compacted – there are shades of yellow lingering. Like an aged page of a book, curled and poignant a scene, her yellow paper is delicate, ancient, unlike recalcitrant feelings which have not been heeded for years, [...]
You say it’s not right, that you’ve left an untidy impression, you didn’t need to leave that lingering taste upon her lips, here is your apprehension. You say you've projected yourself far more than you desire yourself to be viewed but how to disentangle yourself from this resultant unhealthy view? Would you allow yourself the [...]
Who is the Good Samaritan in your life? Hiding around corners, quiet until you’re experiencing strife? Say you feel your heart erratically pounding, left armpit paining, and you fall, broken, gasping desperately to your knees, who is the stranger who steps forth, up and ahead, begins resuscitation, breathing life into your hungering [...]
"Exhale" Audio Don’t hold your breath. Exhale, allow it to be free. Allow the endorphins to flow through your very being. Do not hold your breath, there is no need; wondering, wishing, waiting, for something which may not be. Live, my love, live, please know that I have been, in this formerly crowded world now [...]
I am this soaring, colourful plastic kite, I was that ill-tempered now brightened woman, and occasionally I’ll surprise you and I with peals of unhindered laughter
I glare at the splotches of raw colour in the mirror: one, two, three, four, more. An adolescent’s dreaded nightmare; immense, angry, welt-like, firm. They’re like curious mountains which have arisen overnight, swollen and painful, because I insist on irritating their surface though I know it’s not right, they flare, they throb [...]
