Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
Where I can feel at home…
She speaks of song and arpeggiated reach twittering ascension, her duty to self is to soar into a land of quiet achievement obtained with personal praise self-talk of encouragement no derision raised tones should have no home on a pathway of momentum gentle positivity will grow. © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All [...]
It feels so natural to speak the truth Embedded with Constance to see me through Upon the tips of my tongue A hullabaloo And an irrevocable meaning, melding Of heartfelt growling too. They’re, we’re indestructible, I know, View the airiness within me as my two delicates rose I need not have not Want for material [...]
I sing to the gods for they provide sustenance nectar sweet, lustrous twinkling, sparkling, flowing wine, don’t touch my tongue though without alteration I’ll be fine [...]
she sat beside herself talked gently in her ear baby girl, you have nothing to fear there’s naught in the world that you cannot and will not take on fear not, my love fear not [...]
Think not of the worries of our times, instead, be inspired by life, everything there is to gain, appreciation, let it soar, gratitude flow from within, it's not so difficult to change perspective, from negative to positive. [...]
Bass throbs, soulful beings, sends hope forth, ecstasy springing, accumulative movements, dance, stomp, flow, singing, heavenly brightness, utterly amazing. Grinning, growing, flowing, feeding the memories with presence of mind growing, understanding not of false currencies, but true depth, the act of priceless self-knowledge. [...]
Nothing to be depressed about, so positive, so joyous – so free, encumbered paths we could say but ecstatic I choose to be, it’s about which side to view and walk alongside Life, I could pinpoint, acknowledge, tiny points of strife, elaborate, with magnitude, some attitude filled with, rife, with annoyance, with irritation, or feelings of ‘discrimination’. [...]
Sometimes, occasionally, I feel like I’m coming back to life. When the outer layers peel down and around me, revealing the scintillating softness inside. So curious am I to view and feel and touch this part of my identity, where I am completely vulnerable and wholesome and completely, utterly me. This nature [...]
A lady of goodness smiles upon me, wishing me so well, the nature of her desire for me to flourish causes warmth to flush my body, to flow through my being, will I succeed? Only time will be able to tell. It is as though I have been granted a reprieve, a chance to [...]
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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