Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
winding worlds, sharpened words, and vibrant art
The second hand ticks, each click like the repeated trigger of a pistol, fearful, I lie in wait, as it speaks of how affected I will be if I remain in this involuntary state. I’ve barely slept in days, awakening hours always the same, middle of the morning, the arms at those memorable angles, [...]
Peripheral. An untidy, outside view casting the unseen realms into my being. I breathe them in, gulping, drinking all I see with the colours which seem so worthy of being absorbed, I know their feeling. I can be vaguely promised something more than a glance, should I, with great enthusiasm, seek to swing my [...]
Manipulative and depressed? I’ve been assessed, thank you to this deck of birds, by my own hand, I’ve been able to determine, that which the world may think of me. Selfish and unkind is perhaps how I am perceived, because of the manner in which I composed my words, expounded my poetry. Through depression, through [...]
An expansive view, surroundings enormous, and my heart, it beats tightly nestled within my breast, crying out as a reminder that I must be true. True to myself, like an enthusiastic whirligig which will always spin, relentless, without its own natural breath but making his own, he survives. Better still, he thrives. I [...]
Sublime is this scene from so very high, I cannot believe this is happening to me, to be captured within such power of Nature it is arresting, it is amazing. With her brewing potency, such rage beneath the sky's surface and a stock standard collection of sheer memories with others who have already left, [...]
I urge myself to persevere. It is the only possible route to take. Of course, wallowing and huddling in bed is an option, but it’s not one I would readily like to select. One can only indulge in so much melancholy and shutting oneself off from the world until enough is enough. It’s time to [...]
Languid, my arm flops and hangs from the mattress, I am but a mere weakened being suffering my body’s wretched heat. My toes wriggle, it’s the most exercise I’m able to perform, I am exhausted, and I’ve barely woken up. What is this ill health surrounding my body? a yellowing at the edges [...]
