Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
A corner of my world where I feel most at home
Wanting to make a difference, trying to be heard, I've spoken at length and, I fear I've pained some minds, eyes and ears, still, I insisted on sharing more, and more, and more. I’d apologise for being fixated, but, I am compelled, I want to share my truths, will they, have they made a [...]
I’ve painted myself into a corner, with heavy shades of red and black, crimson for the heartache, darkness for the emptiness after the fact. When I lost access to my chaotic world, a paradise I shouldn't have cherished, I felt broken, no recourse, misunderstood, essentially alone: Whom could I waltz through life with now? [...]
Where is the bite, where is the snarl, where is the slightly obnoxious nature to my scrawl? Why is – here – softness shown when all I wanted to portray was bite, snarl, bite? Isn’t it odd that revealing vulnerability can make me feel so empowered then sickly weak inside? Like reaching [...]
https://soundcloud.com/user-894707136/a-bipolars-addled-mind-spoken-word-poetry I shriek, my body flushed and covered with welts, my very first memory, my very first malady. Illness will follow me wherever I go. My violin's bow hairs tightly hug the strings, as left-hand dexterity is a-flurry, the fruits born of my first psychosis, the magic of a mind wholly scattered and broken, [...]
Turn this snow globe upside down, shake it left to right, around and ‘round, watch the glitter settle, upon a now-glistening figure, upon her nose a mere flicker, a perfectly pretty picture. Way back when, things were simpler, her angst wasn’t as present, no sense of preoccupation, when she could slide into her [...]
