Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
Where I can feel at home…
There are traits within that I pursueto make better or more settled to correct myself anew to advance forth, to speak a humbling truth,to start a path, or reach for one which I’d already made new.Should I travel in a manner that is safer, in a way?Or take the chance to work hard at what I have maybe been gifted [...]
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 [...]
and I could not be any more grateful I present myself open arms tongue-tied fumbling for the right words to speak so thankful that I have been given this redemption this ability for reprieve for soul reflection for ascension I feel my spirit begin to detach and surround itself around my very corporal being enlightening my mind, freeing me from suffering there’s nothing to gain from retrieval of memories from ill historical and former focusing their blatant latent effect upon my cerebral and synapses firing in a manner so repetitively tiring my emotions couldn’t bear the calling, the calling oh, how I begged for their stalling [...]
ambiguous this breath I take what does it mean to my whole, how does it relate? does this sustenance this air I take matter in any means of entirety do I exist for a form of fate? wonder not into the desert of human traits, deep existence wander in the sand dunes heated footsteps this breath I take expired and spent.
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. [...]
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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