Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Poem: Placed Just Right – 03/11/21

    Poem: Placed Just Right – 03/11/21

    please place it into place
    for I am found
    discrepancies no longer need to abound
    my world is prismatic
    how about yours?
    this is the way I prefer it
    darkness is too untoward

    lightness and fluidity
    I have routine daily
    which sets me in steed for healing gently
    I am encouraging my world
    I am watching myself bloom
    I wish to welcome many others
    those who wish to blossom joyfully in this room

    abide by no rules
    live freely
    strength, resilience, be bold
    to have come from such instability
    when my mind was fraying at the seams
    when the pieces were already shattering
    broken already, then further
    my thoughts chattering.

    delusions so grand
    I encapsulated so many lands
    being fiercely unwell, so many years
    taken away from me,
    but now I’m becoming right, right, right,
    there is nothing left to fear
    my heart, it feels full
    because I’m living in a way
    I hold dear

    I’ve learned these mechanisms which
    keep me in tow
    set my mind at ease
    abilities to cope, slowly grow
    stressors become lesser
    and my temperament is free
    to be myself
    be less counterproductive
    more me,
    improvements to see.
    (02/10/21)
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  • Poem: Growth – 31/10/21

    Poem: Growth – 31/10/21

    sit and contemplate
    what is there to know
    what is there to share
    from what has been sown
    so much knowledge
    experience but they all
    lay in the past
    moving forward
    searching for more
    exploration, positive at last

    growing each day
    there’s no need to turn to dismay
    for moments of yesteryears are
    exactly that
    and improvement, well, what is there to fear?
    I can grow exponentially if I only desire to try
    and by God I am trying and succeeding
    each day, with every breath I reach and fly

    soaring for the moment
    it’s as though there is magic in my potions
    assisting me to becoming the best that I can be
    it didn’t happen immediately
    and not without great effort
    but once I put my mind to it, dedicated myself
    created positive habits
    then things fell into place
    results began to show
    any with any motivational action
    I felt my heart know
    that the path which I was, am, taking
    is the right one for me,
    to become better
    more
    improved
    the right version of little old me.
    (31/10/21)
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    Previous Post: A Fateful Meeting – 30/10/21

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  • Poem: Trust Me Yet – 29/10/21

    Poem: Trust Me Yet – 29/10/21

    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.

    With practice, it’ll come
    with time,
    events to ponder,
    take your time,
    I understand sadness
    might linger within,
    but look for more
    than this papery feeling,
    if you try, you can
    begin certain healing.

    And when this occurs,
    feel the multitude of
    amazing emotions soar,
    uplifting be the memories
    you chose to pluck from the
    air of your hemisphere,
    personal, yet becoming
    comfortable public property,
    and then you will know
    the magic of true intent,
    the purpose of gaining wisdom
    about oneself, your mind,
    you’ll make it,
    trust me.
    (29/10/21)
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    Previous Post: Anomaly – 26/10/21

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  • Poem: To Adjust – 20/10/21

    Poem: To Adjust – 20/10/21

    To isolate, but willingly,
    set aside myself from
    that once-hurried life,
    is something rightfully
    required, and
    I know this as such.

    To work on myself –
    self-improve,
    take the time to relax,
    not always be ‘at it’,
    the social butterfly,
    no longer me.

    I am repetitive, yes,
    but it’s to do with
    my training,
    the ability to wash over
    myself affirming words
    every morning.

    Others have done so too,
    taken their paths,
    months, years prior,
    I’m here at long last,
    watching, willing, no longer
    passively waiting,
    but performing all that
    needs doing,
    and more so,
    just so there’s no yearning.

    And pieces of me
    once scattered around
    the globe
    by uncaring hearts who took,
    each piece
    dropped, thrown,
    now I caress my gathered shards
    that make up my
    healing, healing heart,
    loving, warming self-care,

    I toss aside my long ebony hair
    and valiantly smile
    for I am here,
    grateful and alone,
    I sit atop my chair
    and feel contentment;
    this world is finally
    feeling like a home.

    Surrounded by everything
    once prized, now lacking meaning,
    because material possessions,
    what need have I for everything?
    Give my heart and soul to another when
    time deems it ready.

    Wondrous, this process
    of learning to turn thoughts around,
    look at the positive, hopefully always,
    feed myself with joyous messages,
    sounds, thoughts.

    I need to do this
    not just for myself
    but for those closest to me,
    I, myself, them, deserve only
    the best version of me,
    and if this means isolation,
    temporarily from the world,
    people,
    friends,
    as much as I can,
    I’ll take this time,
    adjust myself accordingly,
    and allow my truest heart to shine.
    (15/10/21)
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    Previous Post: House of Cards – 18/10/21

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  • Poem: House of Cards – 18/10/21

    Poem: House of Cards – 18/10/21

    Contentious
    is this palace,
    full of melancholy
    dramatics,
    wondering at each other,
    whose arguments?
    Can you pick at it?
    Stoking the fire of
    ever-eternal gasps of
    hateful spasms, of
    vilely worded anomalies.
    And I wonder,
    what’s there for it,
    this atmospheric anger
    and gloom,
    that haughty, self-important feeling
    that encompasses the room,
    and I fight to slay
    the belligerence,
    away away away,
    but,
    until night turns to day
    the emanating of retorts
    groans under the weight
    of an expectation heavily
    homegrown,
    but in this house,
    with my deck of slyly worded cards,
    I’ll read the fortunes of others
    and rephrase them
    so they’re happier, the
    positivity more toward.
    I can change this climate
    but others here,
    why, they must
    want to too,
    exacerbate the ill feeling
    if you dare hope for
    sadness,
    I know I would rather
    whistle until brightness
    lifts their gloom.
    (18/10/21)
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    Previous Post: Seek – 16/10/21

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  • Poem: Seek – 16/10/21

    Poem: Seek – 16/10/21

    The territory is brave,
    I watch the illustrious gloom
    bloom in its cave,
    a cavern of intent,
    through darkness,
    plain to see,
    motives growing as
    we both live and breathe.

    What was meant for
    this cause?
    Shall I ponder deeply,
    for longer,
    as I struggle through doors,
    of questions, no answers,
    each pathway needs
    a potential ending which
    I shall never see.

    I know within that
    I shall not seek,
    for to do so opens
    the mind to those
    who want more and more,
    painful expectant weeks,
    I do not need a cataclysmic scene,
    batten down the hatches,
    history will cease to be.

    And, so what if I’ve decided
    that here and now will
    no longer exist,
    because echelons of future generations
    need,
    want to speak,
    I loll about in the
    moment and carry on
    without hope,
    but always, as ever,
    my heart refuses to go.

    Won’t I open to feelings
    once buried within?
    Those which lie there
    before me,
    as though an oyster
    bearing its tempting,
    sardonic grin?
    Announce yourself, Truth,
    I seek you as my own,
    I will never struggle
    because my company I treasure,
    myself, alone.  
    (03/10/21)
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    Previous Post: Serenity – 14/10/21

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  • Poem: Serenity – 14/10/21

    Poem: Serenity – 14/10/21

    Serenity is all around,
    waiting to be discovered,
    happened upon, found,
    mesmerising is the state
    when I reach it,
    enveloping me
    as of late.

    The beauty and wonder
    are present within me,
    I glance within,
    watch my being flower,
    I’ve not known this
    peace before,
    what an ultimate surrender.

    Envisioning now what it
    means to be at ease,
    truest feelings
    like calm breeze
    between hovering leaves,
    and admirable,
    amazing too, it is
    to finally see
    that which was told to me,
    serenity – I’ll be.

    No longer on edge,
    anger of yesteryears,
    this past is history
    even if there’s trepidation ahead,
    I’m feeling no fear
    because I am at peace,
    wonderful sensation,
    relaxation, a bubble as
    wide as my outstretched arms,
    precious heartbeats
    dictating this life
    of which I am now sure.

    I am living in wonder
    and knowing real happiness,
    this warbling feeling within,
    in my chest –
    oh, how I am blessed,
    I have nothing to yearn for,
    precious gratitude do I express,
    I am thankful,
    in my solitude, in company,
    I have had this joy expressed
    by close others,
    now I’m experiencing it,
    and here can I rest.
    (10/10/21)
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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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  • 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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