Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
winding worlds, sharpened words, and vibrant art
I feel the beat within my veins, Vibrations, thrown off syncopation, They pull me from edge to edge, Paper thin and treacherous they betray the solid beats, An insistence of one-two-three-four, Heavy pounding, bass throbbing. Then, the lyrics, Divine, Singing of being unbreakable, Is that what we are? Are we made of such strength [...]
I am inspired by experience, because that’s the richness that I have, using my moments as potent fuel, a propellant, on the fire of dry bracken and chopped wood. Steady cracking ensues, and I can feel the force of heat throwing me back. Sometimes, some may feel burned by the stinging insults aimed toward [...]
It is easy enough to pass judgement over something as nonspecific as a cloud, Oh, there, can you see it? I hear you squeal so loud. It’s like a clock without a face, without an actual dial! You peal into giggles at the notion, delighted you are, so well. You smile widely to yourself, without [...]
I am outrageously emotional, perhaps it is the time of your menses, you suggest. Insensitive little man, you will not remain long with that attitude of rude assumption. You pride yourself on tinkering with words which speak dully, with a hollowness that persists, your xylophone of musicality is anything but lyrical or sweet. [...]
My darling, is it too much that I speak? Are my vowels out of turn, yowling into paining ear drums? My articulated consonants taut at the edge of profanity, is it too much, too much, too much so, that I speak? Best I jot thoughts down then, with an infernal rage, cast them aside, [...]
Sleep pervades my being, invades every cell within me, I am awash with the heaviness of lulling eyelids but I am not dreaming, I feel utterly dreary. A seascape of consciousness which dampens, I see through eyes with cloudy vision, a certain hazing, then the fog begins to lift, it was only a matter [...]
my bebsis — what can I say about her? nothing more than the enormity of everything which I would readily articulate, with such gratitude I would spout clouds of perfumed sentiment that would bury us both and playfully we would cast aside the damp to find the merriment, the celebration behind our conjoining, as [...]
