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
sit and contemplatewhat is there to knowwhat is there to sharefrom what has been sownso much knowledgeexperience but they alllay in the pastmoving forwardsearching for moreexploration, positive at lastgrowing each daythere’s no need to turn to dismayfor moments of yesteryears areexactly thatand improvement, well, what is there to fear?I can grow exponentially if I only [...]
Ride the carriage with ease, soulful journey, as pleasant as you please, the wind in my hair as I whistle and need fresh breath filling my lungs – joyous moments felt and seen. I take this ride away from yesteryears, travel forth, there’s no need to fear, I have been here before, many eons ago, but I am well versed in these rules, there are none to relearn or know. [...]
Speaking my truths, remaining adamant, but no longer nail and tooth, calm and personable, gone are those moods, deplorable, able to deal with behaviours that are not necessarily toward, becoming more knowing each moment, calamities? No more, no more. [...]
Awakening thy inner truths, beauty present, spiritual proof, the internal reservoirs of light, make infinite truth anything but a plight. Causes within and visions yours, counteract the substance of irrelevant facts, cast forth through the shrouded clouds, airy mysteries, intelligence, wonder, determining that which we seek. [...]
It is a part of me, my choice of which to give, openly or freely, absolutely willingly, the freedom of positivity, the decision to make amends, correct that abstract thought pattern, that negative plane doesn’t befit my type of Earth, but instead I will reach within, grasp, grapple, with whatever there is to see, a part of me is becoming courageous, and knowing, and I love to be encouraging, and I will speak with kindness not only to others, but also to myself, inside, outside, directness, shooting internally, the truths, the prisms of light my heart has been seeking, [...]
I woke up today with this feeling improvements are coming my way. I roused today with the knowledge amid the blustering breeze gritty cares will be transported away. I am aware now that I am stronger, as I grow, irreverent words pool, tide carries them to sand and soil, away, angelic beats of beauties in expiring melted snow heralding a new era, trumpets to ears; nothing much left to say, but, I was forthcoming, I severed a tie, temporarily it must be, unless truth, future and beauty cause the past to decay, and a lifelong extension may be necessary in order for me to freely breathe.
Tempt the temptress, her former lucid life, where round and about the memories her behaviour once was rife, and haunting her, within her sheets is music sounding on repeat, that jingle jangle, emotive, replete, hanging on the edge, fumbled footsteps on a road so steep, into history these words shall keep. Taunt not the woman for being dumb- founded by the options before her, numb, was she, her vision pure, or so it seemed, far less than demure. [...]
I lived a dream so raw, impure, and now it seems my path’s demure. Remaining chaste, living only for good, giving to the common man and woman like I know I should. Smiles all around, humble lips and ears, braggart not, enlightening my path as I resurrect it, [...]
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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