Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
A corner of my world where I feel most at home
Brightness engulfs that wicked room where tales were never shared. Where fears, anxiety, irreverently unfold within the gloom, resting concerns upon one’s hands. There is a quietness which is perturbed by the stately arrival of glaring white and unnatural upheaval, a certain something, a funk, a stink, which would bring one to their knees, into the darkest of thickets, the tangled thorns, the trees, the thistles. [...]
Ink and colours swirl and fly, admirably they meld into the other, watch our joy multiply. There’s not a moment too soon when we can reach into the stars, colours, outlines, so fantastical, we can hardly believe them ours. I know that these hues and shades might not be here forever, but I appreciate and accept, allow them to provide my eyes pleasure and favour while I introspect, I know not their meanings to you, [...]
Let us ride the waves of misery but away, away from the blight, allow us to shine with the knowledge of that mystery, as we approach each other in the dead of night. And let us have that embrace which has been awaiting us for oh so many years, let me feel that heartbeat of yours and detract from all my old fears. Please let me wash away the hurt that I feel within my soul, let it rain, let it rain, and rinse away the suffering, [...]
Once in a while, you wonder just why. What ill had you performed to make the situation awry? What decision was undertaken to make someone feel slapped, or want to cry? Or want to cause a situation’s demise? Shall the rivers cease their running, Shall the seas calm their tides? And shall the oceans part [...]
I want to extend my sincerest thanks to you all: my blog now has over 400 followers! I am both so humbled and excited by this. I never would have thought when I started my site a year and a month ago that I would have so many fellow creatives interested in viewing my work. [...]
"Exhale" Audio Don’t hold your breath. Exhale, allow it to be free. Allow the endorphins to flow through your very being. Do not hold your breath, there is no need; wondering, wishing, waiting, for something which may not be. Live, my love, live, please know that I have been, in this formerly crowded world now [...]
Like the sound of rolling thunder on the distant hills, my heartbeats clamber to be heard, (to be heard), received and acknowledged by you, at your breezy window sill. Your hand reaches out to grab the distant beats, the uniquely peculiar patterning that pounds, and pounds and pounds, from my sill to yours, [...]
"Something Dear and Personal" - Spoken by myself. If something deeply personal is what you want to read, by all means settle in, grab hot cocoa, or steaming cup of tea. What can I share? What will I reveal? Grab desperately from my past? Drag forth contentious, gossip-worthy, or scintillating news? [...]
Rivulets of broken seams, the crackling of irritation heaves and gleams, beneath a thin surface a heated secret boils it festers, does she wish to be anything other than what and how her impatient heart can muster? There’s no calm in the desert creek where parched tongues refused to get along the sandpaper-like exterior [...]
Serendipity flows like loose ivy along the plains, like a parched riverbed it snakes here and there, selectively it makes its journey, though from discrimination it refrains. Like the green vine it emulates, it has the power to choose those and that which it comes in contact with, poison ivy, malignancy or benign, it [...]
