Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Poem: Coagulate – 08/10/21

    Poem: Coagulate – 08/10/21

    Circumstances coagulate
    like thickened blood,
    platelets mingling
    when their conjoining is
    their undoing,
    iron-rich and ready,
    their presence tells a story,
    ultimately though, thin as water,
    a miserable plaintive memory.
    Nothing to recall,
    none to happily recount,
    for useless endings
    are visible
    from those once so-devout.
    Blinking, without shock,
    I take in what’s never been
    eye-to-eye,
    searing, the viewpoint,
    is ultimately something
    tiring.
    Even I have read this tale
    over and over,
    words, nonsensical,
    pass by me,
    rolling innocent thunder,
    I know the beginning,
    middle and end,
    here the tale dangles
    by a god-damned thread.
    Best to be kind,
    not allow the swing,
    indebted, it seems,
    by and to everything,
    shan’t allow it this way,
    both guilty in various claimed styles,
    I wander away,
    fairy-like feet,
    but never ashamed on my tippy-toes.
    (01/10/21)
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    Previous Post: Perhaps I’ll Change – 06/10/21

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  • Poem: Perhaps I’ll Change – 06/10/21

    Poem: Perhaps I’ll Change – 06/10/21

    Ordinarily,
    I’d change
    for the better,
    like I know I should.
    Glancing into a reflection,
    puddle, stigmatised mud,
    confounded,
    when shall I continue
    truthfully and good?
    I know,
    as I stare at myself
    that changes are to
    occur more often
    than not,
    but how hard
    will it be
    for us to move forward
    if certain thoughts
    cannot be wrought,
    or refashioned –
    remembering?
    I’d rather not.

    My heart pounds;
    is it caffeine or
    my fluctuations,
    my urge?
    A desire to rid myself,
    purge myself free
    from the scourge
    of daily intent,
    perfection in
    whatever forms
    must be revealed,
    must be seen,
    and I can only
    handle the odd,
    hollow feeling
    for a certain timed
    moment of what
    has already been.

    With my very own eyes,
    with that arresting gaze
    that meets mine,
    I can only understand
    the thought patterns if
    I were to purposefully
    put myself behind
    another’s guise,
    but is it warranted?
    To understand?
    Completely, wholly?
    My empty hands,
    fill them with
    useful knowledge so I can
    finally see?
    I don’t want to,
    need to know,
    no more shall I
    travel through pathways,
    neural journeys that
    I’ve already seen,
    done,
    gone,
    been.

    The past is a determiner for not
    resurrecting a future.
    I need no scenes.

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    Previous Post: Ignoring The Noises – 04/10/21

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  • Poem: Ignoring the Noises – 04/10/21

    Poem: Ignoring the Noises – 04/10/21

    Ignoring the noises all around isn’t so difficult
    when you pair yourself with courage,
    join with action,
    intensify intelligence,
    tell yourself that people who whistle and wheeze
    with their insulting methods are just a useless blustering breeze,
    worth nothing such words are,
    I watch them flow from afar,
    in various means, in various tones,
    disguised in pink and blue undertones,
    rainbow-like? They’ll never be heard as such,
    for thoughtless fervour is not worth celebration,
    I will carry on with pure intent and escape the
    ominous, childish tunes.
    The sing-song calls, the manipulatory sounds,
    angered me greatly, made me squirm all around,
    but now, my head is held high,
    I cannot hear a thing,
    I tune out the rubbish, their notions that they believe they’re entitled to
    everything.
    It’s easy enough to hide behind a screen, create attacks,
    little barbs, with tap-tapped words,
    I ignore these noises, I’ve better things to achieve,
    that making certain that the only task is for breathless whispers to leave.
    (13/09/21)

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    Previous Post: Let Me Say – 03/10/21

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  • Poem: Let Me Say – 03/10/21

    Poem: Let Me Say – 03/10/21

    Let me say
    the things I want
    to say

    the hazy prisms of
    the lustrous day
    envelope my cause,
    enlighten truth
    I know as yours.

    Wither down the
    inextricable feud,
    gasping for air,
    no need to brood,
    encapsulate thy intent,
    so plain to see,
    irrevocable, Heaven’s
    sentience surrounding me.

    I know the righteous
    never die,
    intentions living long,
    and alive,
    despite the inept moments
    when one sheds
    their oars,
    floundering then skills
    coming aboard.

    Do not fret, my friend,
    for you will succeed,
    I know this,
    amongst the blustering breeze,
    that when hearts combine,
    conjoin as yours,
    my throat closes,
    I’m shocked,
    but I’ll continue,
    truth toward.

    It’s just that little moment
    which annihilates
    the far-flung flings
    of rattling circumstance
    and tired feelings,
    there’s more to life than
    constant analysis
    I am sure,
    brighten the mindset,
    relax, welcome,
    never be bored.

    Automatic be the
    emotions coursing
    throughout me,
    I can control them,
    should you care to freely breathe,
    what is the point,
    the rhythm and the rhyme,
    take back those words,
    time beats time.

    Infiltrate my memories,
    surely make them yours,
    silence the circumstance
    that refuses to soar,
    and weigh it heavily down,
    a glass prism,
    surety yours,
    at least in this moment,
    you’ll come out as more.

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    Previous Post: Tepid – 01/10/21

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  • Poem: Tepid – 01/10/21

    Poem: Tepid – 01/10/21

    I remember when life was tepid, unenthusiastic,
    carried little warmth,
    I remember being feeling disconnected
    from the world in and of itself,
    that I was a victim of many circumstances,
    not one,
    that others were targeting me,
    I was unlucky or such or some,
    I remember feeling different,
    that I was never accepted that much,
    never right,
    never really enough.

    But today, I realise it’s taken a turnaround,
    life experiences, changes of thoughts and memories,
    interpretations of many instances,
    I’m not hung, nor swinging in the trees,
    feeling distress or like I am lacking
    in certain privileges or others,
    in fact, I’ve been blessed with much in this life,
    now that I can see, now that I’ve acknowledged,
    now that I’ve bothered.

    No longer feeling a victim of my thoughts,
    depression and sadness do not loom,
    they do not encompass my bedroom, my breath,
    do not taint as though a noxious gloom,
    in fact, I am grateful for so many things,
    friends, life, family, happiness, small things that others won’t,
    can neither personally feel nor see,
    for I am flying, free as a bird,
    in my emotions I am soaring high with my wings.

    The enormity of the understanding that I needed to
    change my thought patterns,
    that I just had to alter my wingspan to catch the wind
    of others’ perspectives, learnings to carry upon myself,
    to be absorbed by my ears, dutifully heard,
    and carried through to my heart,
    feel the beat-beating like a drum,
    reminding me I am alive,
    I have survived so much and now,
    I am here for the joyous ride.

    Tepid no longer is life to me,
    I am grateful, so gracious in accepting what is
    presented to me,
    I shall make the most of every opportunity,
    and learn from the mistakes I make,
    alter belief patterns if need be,
    and continue on being the change,
    that my life
    needed to inhale, exhale, with deep relaxation,
    I heavily sigh,
    freedom of choice,
    of living is awaiting me,
    wide wingspan so beautiful I want to weep,
    not a single eye shall remain dry,
    my spirit, finally it is free.

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    Previous Post: Living in the Moment – 29/09/21

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  • Poem: Living in the Moment – 29/09/21

    Poem: Living in the Moment – 29/09/21

    To truly live in the moment,
    to take stock and simply breathe,
    enrich yourself in the present,
    feeling, being, see,
    understanding that being in the current,
    the here and now,
    to appreciate,
    that which is all around us,
    enough to encapsulate ourselves as of late.
    Knowing ourselves more and more
    which comes with time and growing sense of selves,
    being able to search our experiences and
    know what to seek out,
    to be happy with our discoveries,
    and not need to further delve,
    to be accomplished in our journeys,
    the ability to breathe within and exhale,
    to rid ourselves of stress and pain,
    relieving, an inner peace,
    something which will one day come with ease,
    time will surely tell.

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    Previous Post: Healing As One: 26/09/21

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  • Poem: Healing as One – 26/09/21

    Poem: Healing as One – 26/09/21

    Speaking my truths,
    remaining adamant, though 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.

    I don’t deal with belligerence,
    I operate with positivity and light,
    ill feelings once needing combating,
    these are not my plight,
    I have cast aside the worries,
    won’t take on any if not for good,
    soaring with triumph and knowledge,
    I know how to be,
    what to do.

    It’s as though pieces have fallen right there,
    into place,
    the Universe doesn’t need to call me with haste,
    for I am here and now,
    in this very moment,
    becoming,
    I’ve become,
    I don’t need to fight to be heard,
    and I know I won’t again come undone.

    Stability within me,
    courses through fingers, veins, thumbs.
    Existing, breathing in and exhaling slowly,
    I am finally as one.
    It’s like I have reached a personal understanding,
    I’ve turned that private key,
    unlocked my fierce momentum and made it ease,
    found a quieter place deep inside of me.

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  • Poem: Not Worth The Upsets – 21/09/21

    Poem: Not Worth The Upsets – 21/09/21

    Deliver me from the evils that await at the hands of certain beings,
    an understanding that what they project in life is the pain they’ve already been suffering,
    or a notion that the signs they exhibit are the nastiness wrought within their souls,
    perhaps they’ve been hurt already, perhaps they just have a cruel heart,
    perhaps we won’t know at all.

    But the missing pieces of the puzzle won’t inextricably fall into place,
    in fact, they might fall by the wayside under their devil’s sweeping cape,
    little minds who wish to play games may think theirs are engorged,
    but let me tell you this, dear friends,
    I believe bullying behaviour is extremely untoward.

    It’s as though they want to ruin another for their sheer pleasure,
    a wreaking of revenge because an ego became snowed under,
    I am the process, I am the deliverer,
    I will not allow myself from useless words to suffer.

    Stronger than the poison that seeps from veins,
    a fighter within,
    I shall never emit to them the words ‘je t’aime’,
    unworthy of my belligerence,
    untimely expulsions from my spirit,
    my perturbed soul,
    now I know,
    they weren’t worth the upsets at all.
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    Previous Post: Obsidian – 19/09/21

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  • Poem: Obsidian – 19/09/21

    Poem: Obsidian – 19/09/21

    I look to the sky with haste,
    why has thou forsaken me,
    in my time of need?
    Every inch of me screams to be heard,
    every centimetre to be held close.
    The raw aching state of my soft flesh cuts into my plans,
    wreaking havoc on a once-perfectly addled mind,
    states of being which soared with creativity,
    more and more, until even I couldn’t believe
    what avant-garde moments were coming
    from me.
    I call and call without triumph,
    your name and understanding I beg for,
    but there is none,
    only self-serving fervour and tirades,
    enough of them,
    your silence speaks more than I could ask for.
    Deliverance, none is forthcoming,
    what is there to hope for when
    some simply want to annihilate that which is
    all around them,
    a petty call for fury,
    a disagreeable despot,
    despicable I shall call actions,
    but isn’t it enough to hold certain hands,
    mine is now I don’t care at all to be
    possessed by them.
    Too much inertia to be absorbed,
    belligerence and insolence
    developing,
    swelling,
    with ease,
    I discard ill feelings
    from the lot of them.

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    Previous Post: Deliberate Change – 17/09/21

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  • Poem: Deliberate Change – 17/09/21

    Poem: Deliberate Change – 17/09/21

    reduction of meds
    equals reduction of stability
    you’re questioned whether what you’re doing
    is right for you
    but I know it’s important to get this poison
    out of my system
    to slowly cleanse myself of it
    it’s been soaking my mind
    tainting my equilibrium.
    it can’t be healthy to be on high doses
    for years and years –
    when you are struggling the most,
    perhaps it’s important
    to have these as bandages
    to cotton wool my mind
    with white fluffy woollen balls
    but I need the reality
    of living without so much chemical restraint
    I’m just taking matters into my own hands
    it’s only weeks that I am not going to wait.
    the edginess in reduction is the worst part
    the raw red feeling
    of being scraped against a
    venomous spiked ceiling
    being dragged upside down
    feeling discomfort,
    exhaustion to the highest degree
    this dose has been with me for years
    I’m getting rid of it perhaps a little too fast,
    deplete it from me,
    just damned well leave my system,
    let me breathe.

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