Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
winding worlds, sharpened words, and vibrant art
I am exhausted. Tired of the crowd’s prying eyes when all I’m doing is wallowing and huddling. I want nothing more than this sharp oversensitiveness of my skin to stop this crawling feeling, because I can feel the touches, the curious fingertips dragging, on the skin of a woman made of parchment who bears her [...]
Hey, let us not be so hasty, let us not be so rash. Instead, let us flow with the sun and the wind entwined as one, woven with thrice strands, a plaiting of joyous warmth, breeze, and cheer neatly entangled by a pair of deft, invisible hands. I admire the sun for the [...]
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 [...]
Underneath a bridge is where we huddle during fine misted mornings that swell with particles of fresh oxygen and unlisted chemicals, the conglomerate joins in a state of irony, of helpful and harmful. They are united as one with drawbacks and expulsions, in and out, the clouded fog permeates and breathes, enveloping our heads [...]
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 [...]
Languid, my arm flops and hangs from the mattress, I am but a mere weakened being suffering my body’s wretched heat. My toes wriggle, it’s the most exercise I’m able to perform, I am exhausted, and I’ve barely woken up. What is this ill health surrounding my body? a yellowing at the edges [...]
