Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Poem: Exhale – Spoken Word and Text – 10/07/20

    Poem: Exhale – Spoken Word and Text – 10/07/20

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    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 a stripped ghost town.

Your heart
and my heart are full,
we must breathe the freshest
air that I can drag from this
phantasmagorical land,

we may be apart and alone
and I may be without true air,
but understand,
please understand
that I will return,
I will reign triumphant,
soaring upon winged creatures’ spans.

I will exhale as I jump from the edge,
expiring as I see fit,
because sometimes, in life,
we must accept that leaving
this world is required,
I will return again,

and again,
I will be myself
in another form,
perhaps you’ll find me,
and when you do,
exhale loudly and clasp my hand
then I’ll know
we have returned.

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  • Poem: Beautiful or Ugly – Spoken Word Audio and Text – 10/07/20

    Poem: Beautiful or Ugly – Spoken Word Audio and Text – 10/07/20

    Audio: Beautiful or Ugly
    Your anger.
It starts, hissing,
a face contorting uncontrollably,
a tic here,
you’re growing stronger and far more beautiful
as your emotions arise,
of your internal nature I become aware,
each decision you decide.

Most people view your state
as ugly,
as something appalling,
but your anger, darling,
it shows me your turmoil is 
well and alive;
you’re amazing with how much you feel,
I’m being honest.

Your stomach twists you
into knots,
the grinding of teeth makes you
remember, remember,
the taste of frustrated tears
squeezed from the corners of
eyelids that will never
Forget-Us-Not,

Your ability to avoid the truce,
the agreement,
to live and let go,
your stubborn nature is wondrous,
it is sheer beauty to me
because it displays your
dedication to how we once were,
to how our lives used to be.

Thus, allow these tears to stream,
lava-like,
vulnerable,
they burn troughs deep
in your puffy, irritated cheeks,

and remember that though I’ll
not always be here
I will always be there
if in your heart
you’ll cherish me.

Your anger,
such beauty,
to some, it’s pure ugly.

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  • Poem: Afterthought – A Longing – 08/07/20

    Poem: Afterthought – A Longing – 08/07/20

    Quietness,
the solitude,
I can exist,
for a while, at least,
without him.
 
Though he left
hardened punctures within me,
calibre-deep,
wounded,
gaping,
shrapnel succumbing,
 
I can still see right through me,
transparency
in my views,
aiming for blatant and softened truths,
now decidedly vulnerable,
but paralysed though,
extracting the spirit from herself,
she is often her own news.
 
She’ll exist by herself,
without him,
because his silent judgements,
provocations and admonishments
stripped her,
tore her love-worn, barren world apart.
 
There’s no fixing the damage,
but she will celebrate those wounds
for they prove she is human
easily broken,
 
and that she is not as
impenetrable as once believed
she is like him,
but not.
 
Unlike him,
she still possesses feeling,
and how this reflects,
shining upon her,
she’s real,
undeserving of being his mere afterthought.
 
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  • Poem: Heartbeat to Heartbeat – 5/07/20

    Poem: Heartbeat to Heartbeat – 5/07/20

    Like the sound of rolling thunder
on the distant hills,
my heartbeats clamber to be heard,
(to be heard),
received and acknowledged by you,
at your breezy window sill.
  
Your hand reaches out
to grab the distant beats,
the uniquely peculiar patterning
that pounds, and pounds
and pounds,
 
from my sill to yours,
a distant utterance
which begs to be translated:
what does it call for?

When transformed,
will my percussive pattern affect
your strong and courageous, 
masculine disposition,
into quietly affected, weeping eyes?
This vulnerable beating is all for you.
 
How harrowed I once was 
without you,
without this link,
how now when I look back
my life seemed utterly empty
and terrifying,

I was morose,
broken,
somewhat together but alone,
 
and now that we are here,
window sill to window sill,
glancing into the darkness
wondering at the other,

you’ve brought me back to life,
and I can send you my
heartfelt rhythmic dictations,
my life force 
representing my dreams,
my quietly built courage.
 
I want to receive your beats,
to capture your fervour,
perhaps one day we will
meet face-to-face,
and I’ll embrace you,
my surprisingly welcome saviour.

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  • Poem: Chirpy Little Bubbles – Text and Audio – 25/06/20

    Poem: Chirpy Little Bubbles – Text and Audio – 25/06/20

    Communication cruelly cut,
aren’t I a sight to see?
A trembling, blubbering,
emotional mess,
the stress is
clearly affecting me.
 
Why did you
withdraw your words,
love?

Was there 
something untoward
that I said?
 
Will you and I be apart forever?
My unintentional
offense meaning
I’ve made my bed?
 
Oh, darling,
how I will
miss you,
those cheeky,
clever thoughts
you’ve shared,
 
while I am here,
absolutely annihilated,
decimated by you,
my formerly
treasured sound,
my prize.
 
Because what I
long for most,
more than anything
in this world,

is to
capture bubbles
encasing your words,
your voice,
in shimmering iridescence,
 
and when I will
pop, pop, pop,
these little bubbles,
your charming, warming
voice will be
brought forth
only to me.

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***Author's Note*** 
I'm sure you all know the feeling when you think you must have said something wrong because the other person stops replying. This poem can be read in either a humorous, lighthearted manner, or in a more serious tone.
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  • Poem: He Inhales My Essence – Spoken Word and Text – 16/06/20

    Poem: He Inhales My Essence – Spoken Word and Text – 16/06/20

    He inhales my essence
as I sleep,
as I dream,
through clouded mirages I wander,
through open loving scenes.
 
A pillowy path
weaves around
my dreamy garden,
poetic words dangle
from the bushes;
I greedily grab at them.
 
Unaware as he
breathes me in,
taking in my dreamscape,
certain fantasies,
 
poignant moments,
of a potential future
and moments of late
which we hold dear and near.
 
In a lane in which
I weave, stitch and rhyme,
picturesque scenes,
no need for disguise,
 
plain to see,
completely on show,
I’m not scared
but I am modest;
I care for his thoughts,
of mine he knows them well.
 
I am an open book
to him when I sleep,
no need to draw back
my subconscious drapery,
 
my scent reveals all,
beautiful imagery from me,
he doesn’t need to open
his eyes,
through me he can dream.
 
And as he
draws his face
closer to mine,
my gentle expression changes,
I can sense him,
I murmur as I lay and realise,
 
contented in each other,
we both inhale, exhale,
breathing in each other’s magic.
 
The stillness,
our shared air,
the quiet contemplation,
for these moments I do cherish,
I hold great care.
 
We are a pair built upon
soft contemplation,
a firm loving foundation,
entwined, are we,
our very own united nation.  

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  • Poem: Unreachable – 11/06/20 #Fiction

    Poem: Unreachable – 11/06/20 #Fiction

    Intermittent beeps,
one through three,
Why can’t I reach you?
It’s devastating me.
 
Engaged signals
as my frantic calls go on and on,
I need you,
I want you,
can’t you consider what I want?
 
I resort to messaging,
walls of text,
unanswered,
unseen,
forever to be unread?
 
Can you forgive me
for what I’ve done?
Not everything is as it seems,
 
the thread in our
tight line has unravelled,
will you answer me, please?
 
My desperation grows
the longer you won’t attend,
anger,
I’m raging,
vicious thoughts run through my head.
 
Everything you think
and thought I have done
is all hogwash,
it’s nonsense,
borne of gossip from a jealous throng,
can’t you consider other possible circumstances?
 
I thought you loved me,
“eternally”, you did say,
now left unreachable,
my explanations ignored,
bittersweet,
you’ll not hear what I have to say.
 
And the tragic facts
of this debacle
are that they only saw me with him,
at an unplanned meeting,
laughing at a silly joke of his.
 
I may have brushed his hand briefly,
a few too many times,
but darling, oh, my darling
know I need you,
please remain forever mine.
 
So, forgive me of my shortcomings,
my thoughtless, flirtatious behaviour that day,
I meant no harm,
I should have smiled,
and walked the other way.

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  • Poem: A Flourishing Rose – 10/06/20

    Poem: A Flourishing Rose – 10/06/20

    Creation, creation,
how could we have created a love
so pure?

Inklings of adoration,
a potential pink,
a potential blue.
 
The resonance of a
tiny being,
held within,
encased so true, 
 
a monumental revelation:
we didn’t mean for your making,
but darling, how I already adore you.
 
In my heart of hearts
I know the journey will be rough,
but I am prepared, I know myself,
our bond will be perfect,
I feel the connection already;
it is more than enough.
 
You’re growing every moment,
germinated from a seed,
flourishing into a rose,
perhaps you were quietly planned,
exceptional,
subconscious desires grown.
 
And I understand the implication
your arrival will have on
our and other’s lives,
 
a bundle of beauty,
a bundle of joy,
your face serene and sweet
and bright.
 
I will watch you grow,
lovingly attend to you
during your years,
 
our lives changed for the better,
unconditional love to bestow,
upon you this we will give.
 
Though a rose is a rose
by any other name,
I shall hold you
in my arms,
anonymous though you may be,
you will be precious all the same. 
 
You are my creation,
our pride and glory,
Rose you shall be,
by your very own name,
 
so tiny in my protective embrace,
I draw you close,
inhale your fresh scent,
 
united our lives are,
you’re the missing piece of our puzzle,
it’s so wondrous to welcome you on this day.

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  • Poem: Home – 04/06/20

    Poem: Home – 04/06/20

    I feel most at home here,
within these welcoming walls,
but a house is only a house
until we make it a home.
 
What makes mine one?
Let me share with you,
what luck I’ve been blessed with,
what good fortune, too.
 
It has nothing to do with
the furnishings,
nothing to do with
material possessions,
 
naught to do with
items which bring comfort,
it has everything to do
with the love within.
 
I live with those
who I am close with,
their kind words,
warming hugs,
our family unit is a world of our own,
consideration and open hearts.
 
Those who listen,
share their wisdom,
I share my happiness,
my joy with them all, 
 
the times when we were
all under strain
is long gone,
why, we’ve practically forgotten that pain.
 
Instead we are together,
in every sense of the word,
living as one,
a stronger family we have become.
 
With my growing maturity,
I can be my best to them,
kind, loving and caring,
when upset or in pain,
I can attend to them.
 
I now listen to their words,
respectful in the home,
our house not just a house,
but somewhere we can rest quietly,
together or alone.
 
I am grateful for this world,
this space,
where I can be myself,
thank you to my family,
for making this my home.

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  • Poem: Angels – 22/05/20

    Poem: Angels – 22/05/20

    Angels come and angels go
but they’re always watching down upon us.
 
They carefully observe,
they take care of us,
ever present,
although distance may be a factor.
 
Their wings caress,
though invisible they may be
to the naked human eye
they are there,
and the angels’ hearts
for us, beat freely.
 
They insist on being caregivers,
they are there in all times,
especially strife,
mothers, uncles, daughters,
those who do or have walked along
our path of life.
 
And there’s no use wondering
if and when we will see one,
just know,
rest assured,
you’ve likely already seen a few.
 
The woman down your street,
who smiles at you with such warmth
within her eyes,
your teacher who lauds your efforts in school,
motivates and attends,
making a difference in your daily life.
 
Your passed grandmother who you swear
you sometimes smell her signature perfumed scent,
that kindness in your chest when you recall the times
spent together –
weren’t they the best?
 
Angels above and angels on land,
here to love and be guides
for all of us.
 
They pride themselves on being here,
making the most of their missions,
they are wise and knowing,
understanding what it is we need,
ensuring our lives are enriched and continually growing.

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