speaking a language, in tongues befitting adark dagger-like crown,with a purity hidden deep within auric angelitesurrounding anaemic complexions withtruths damned-well-tolds,a peeking into the gloom of their dastardly hidden rooms,roam, oh how I will roam in lairs of darkness,invitations extending to no luminescent process,luminal passageways to their hearts,navigation with most careful of prowess. © 2022 Lauren [...]
dousing the crystals with illustrious mayhem the tainted air of dragon’s breath, poison, enlightening myself to the treasures of the planet, the powers deep within me,
sometimes growth still yields many forms of separation... mistrust, paranoia, apprehension,brothers and sisters envisage the vision before you, neither be forceful nor misgiven, for tis the season, tis the season, for giving and living,smile, dear friends, for we are together, in part, until the ending.so now, bright lights, deep sparkles, heavenly ascensions, extending the loving, [...]
the sun shines out of bright reverent eyes beautiful beautiful connection wondrous times and style fervent shared passions and running running lines of rushed feet and hurried paces breath controlled so divine the pounding of the pavement in sync in time rising pulses rising as full as my heart fills with heart song twittering breadth of new knowledge the connection so far unknown a Saturday from quietness from my home to his a stranger welcomed inside.
the lantern meant to light my way brighten my path and send me sway with her i thought i would travel, gain but same same same the admirable? extravagant pain. Copyright © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. (artwork, poem)
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.
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 [...]