Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
Where I can feel at home…
look at this breath this baby’s hum and warmth permeating the surface of peonies on show i cannot care any more than I already do for this exquisite view simplicity between hearts wrought, tapestries bursting, sewn full. [...]
excited parallel universe where our motives selfishly meant were never truly met but in our beings we felt those irrevocable dents start to mend or were they beginning to spread? hard to decipher, the sensations felt young crushes soft passions gentle touches flushed complexions rough grabs forced giggles becoming something I didn’t want to acknowledge to please to be to allow him to feel to see “me” being right for him
bounce baby let me rise with thee there was only one path for us and that’s true destiny we are anything but circumstance we are everything wild and planned we are perfection hand in hand and scan my heart to find the true lands [...]
it feels like gold it shines it glimmers it never grows old these times that grow within my soul cause me to smile widely from ear to ear. [...]
from the depths of my soul from the gateways of my being I shudder with anger distilling through me its not purely the behaviour which perturbs it’s the repeat offending I know will remain present and untoward some will never change this I hold true pity me for believing I am a true fool. Copyright © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
admirable this deceptive intent I've known you from before and really, well, the efforts aren’t well spent for I can see through the cage-work the fingers prised through the wired gaps trying to get through through to my heart when I’ve made it whole from pieces – a work of fastidious art [...]
woke up late I didn’t know what I was all about looking around with delirium smiling to myself at the fever I knew would begin again the fervid burning of hope at knowing knowing knowing that what I pursue is worth the dreaming allowing for facts of independence and fine fine times [...]
the righteous favour the brave but the brave favour themselves there’s little need to further delve it’s just the way they display themselves barbie girls upon on the shelf awaiting their knight to be rescued by the hero victorious from the fight they smile from cheek to cheek pearly whites framed by pillows of pale high society pink [...]
i wish i wish to be seen for who I haven’t been before a need to be admired for who I am becoming and more not by others, no, but by myself, for who I am, who I am now, a genuine self-satisfaction for my hard work my development my resilience my growth it’s as though I wandered the nights for hours and years in the undergrowth dampened spirits, lingering hope every chance seemed uplifting, crazy, the freshest answer to me, solutions to breathe, but devastation only met me, befell me and thus, from success I would fall away, I would flee. [...]
as I take on new beliefs knowing internally what this will cause what type of effect no denial in me shedding skin cocooning complete what is done done done done. [...]
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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