Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
Where I can feel at home…
bounce baby let me rise with thee there was only one path for us and that’s true destiny we are anything but circumstance we are everything wild and planned we are perfection hand in hand and scan my heart to find the true lands [...]
it feels like gold it shines it glimmers it never grows old these times that grow within my soul cause me to smile widely from ear to ear. [...]
admirable this deceptive intent I've known you from before and really, well, the efforts aren’t well spent for I can see through the cage-work the fingers prised through the wired gaps trying to get through through to my heart when I’ve made it whole from pieces – a work of fastidious art [...]
Sometimes I'm in a mood to fly colour all around on the page. No rhythm, no rhyme about it. Just the process I find relaxing and enriching. At the end it's nice to see how the colours meld with each other, whether it's subtle, fluid, or not at all. I find it a little like active meditation making this type of art.
woke up late I didn’t know what I was all about looking around with delirium smiling to myself at the fever I knew would begin again the fervid burning of hope at knowing knowing knowing that what I pursue is worth the dreaming allowing for facts of independence and fine fine times [...]
the righteous favour the brave but the brave favour themselves there’s little need to further delve it’s just the way they display themselves barbie girls upon on the shelf awaiting their knight to be rescued by the hero victorious from the fight they smile from cheek to cheek pearly whites framed by pillows of pale high society pink [...]
i wish i wish to be seen for who I haven’t been before a need to be admired for who I am becoming and more not by others, no, but by myself, for who I am, who I am now, a genuine self-satisfaction for my hard work my development my resilience my growth it’s as though I wandered the nights for hours and years in the undergrowth dampened spirits, lingering hope every chance seemed uplifting, crazy, the freshest answer to me, solutions to breathe, but devastation only met me, befell me and thus, from success I would fall away, I would flee. [...]
look at the glowing a bed of starlight before me burning in its fluidity already passed but beauty present to see to experience, whilst being. [...]
as I take on new beliefs knowing internally what this will cause what type of effect no denial in me shedding skin cocooning complete what is done done done done. [...]
I dance with my heart in the moon’s mouth he treasures it gently, carries it lightly never will he drop it because he is divining surely total ineptitude I sit here hands open wide and smile give me my heart back I speak with earnest he shakes his head a little while and sighs and relinquishes as he views my desperation to once again be in pure contemplation in recipient of my beating heart filled with fervour and pace like a startled rabbit I need it I want it he hands it to me reinsertion: my heart begins to race [...]
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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