Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Poem: living fate – 16/11/21

    Poem: living fate – 16/11/21

    greedily I take that Fate
    wash me down take selection of late
    admiringly I grin, accepting the moment
    just that while
    this is a date

    I take his hand he offers me
    I feel less alone but I don’t need
    another to adore me
    but commonplace these emotions be?
    I just need the ability to continue to breathe
    without any nuances or heaving consumptives
    my chest is burning from exertion
    much intrepid condemnation
    and what I must say is that I am
    aware enough for all of them,
    caught off guard will I never be
    gullibility and naivety
    no no no
    it’s hard to break well-worn habits
    but this is the way it must be
    my friends, my dearests, what is it that compels me
    what is it that draws me
    to complicate the procedure of Life?
    Surely there is no need:
    to live simply and happily is the aim
    it is enough


    I am we are it is enough the way we are/am,
    slash this need for conformity and accept
    the wholeness of Fate,
    strength within, outwardly cheeky expression,
    I am living living living
    so joyous, no need for rubbish.
    Complications can stay out of
    my life.
    (16/11/21)
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  • Poem and Spoken Word: carry on – 14/11/21

    Poem and Spoken Word: carry on – 14/11/21

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    carry on carry on
    there is no time to regret
    past mistakes are mere moments
    take them with a grain of salt
    nothing more they’re already spent
    learnt lesson learning lessons yearning for more
    in a while
    because what is suffering is my heart
    aching heart
    for quite some time
    with many a-frantic style

    carry on dearest
    there is nothing to fear
    look forth for something sparkling
    to focus your dreary eyes near
    because you deserve that light in your eyes
    the widened delight
    god knows I was suffering many eons
    many plights
    just to meet my match
    my path my past all down the drain
    in fright? No, I will wrangle my memories
    and set them alight
    spent many hours weeks years
    detailing this fight
    this desperation
    for someone to complete me
    but here’s the crux of the suffering
    I am here already
    I am me
    I don’t need to reach a hand out
    to clasp another
    to airily dream
    to encapsulate me with this ambiguous other
    for time, precious time
    so much was wasted chasing mice not men
    and then underneath the surface
    were cataclysmic moments
    but why ponder
    why go under?
    trudge forth
    no, fly free,
    being the best that I can be
    and then I’ll announce myself as ready,
    ready for the world to see
    well, I’m already prepared, perhaps already there
    it’s the journeying that means this much
    so ever much to me.
    (14/11/21)
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  • Poem/Spoken Word: insomniac – 15/11/21

    Poem/Spoken Word: insomniac – 15/11/21

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    never again will I allow myself
    to fall upon the railway sleepers
    walking insomniac nightly
    anything but a daydreamer
    eyes wide, hollowed, intrigued, not:
    I will follow the path of rightness –

    aliveness and damnation? NO
    attack that silence and go.

    zombified, staring at the keys
    pretending to be straight when my intent
    is bent
    sniggering to myself
    boy am I so clever
    im going under
    into the depths of my distress

    and I would smile
    because the outcome
    it’s what I ached for all the while
    risking shuddering intentionally pondering
    conundrum on the surface
    and complexities within

    insomniac insomniac what do you feel
    when you glance within
    take a squiz
    sip of gin
    spit out that poison
    I don’t need to taste it
    the only poison I need
    is yours and mine
    to feel so vibrant
    to feel so alive.
    (14/11/21)
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  • Poem: rise sprite rise – 13/11/21

    Poem: rise sprite rise – 13/11/21

    lightly lightly sprite
    take your time
    fly, soar, your flight
    is delayed
    but it is so warranted,
    you’re finally here
    rising above the trees
    the blossoms into the skies so sweetly
    and so you ride the atmospheric dreams.

    your heart is bursting, full
    for you have announced your intention
    to live with graciousness and wildness
    both extroversion of your abilities
    to be beautiful internally and outwardly
    you know that nothing truly matters
    but the moment
    this moment
    this moment itself
    for like a butterfly you’ve those
    three days of freedom
    to be whatever you please —
    flit amongst the breeze
    and to be, to be, to be
    sprite become lightness
    amazing in your abilities
    your self-belief is uniquely pure
    and its come as greatly as you pleased
    but you worked hard for it
    for this fleeting occasion
    treasure it will you in your dear heart
    admirable is your dedication
    yourself, your life, your self-improvements,
    your strength, your resilience
    became so much more than
    you ever dreamed you would be
    and now, let the waves be ridden
    the blustering breeze be strong
    around your hair
    fairy wings,
    be prepared, World,
    for you are finally there.
    (13/11/21)
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  • Poem: uncontrollable – 13/11/12

    Poem: uncontrollable – 13/11/12

    the uncontrollable nature
    as the shades begin to groan
    blossom apparently in fruition
    but aching in a row
    floral paper-maché, delicate yet growing stronger
    i cannot hold myself together
    unlike the kaleidoscope
    i succumb i fall under

    what is left but my wavering resolve
    shaking with anticipation
    my heart it aches it moans
    it’s existing in the screaming drivel of itself
    to annihilate everything before me
    i want need have to delve

    the brightness of the blooms are belligerent
    with their cheery disposition
    contradictory in nature to my demeanour
    i cannot begin to fathom
    the aftermath
    the dangers
    what am i doing to myself
    i wonder
    is there any intention or point in analysing
    sheer contemplation?
    place these moments away high on the shelf.
    (12/11/21)
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  • Poem: defining explosion 2.0 – 12/11/21

    Poem: defining explosion 2.0 – 12/11/21

    aching for the goodness
    you’ll bring to me
    announcing the catastrophe if you won’t
    need me
    the bitterness on my tastebuds
    if you’ll admit my presence you do
    not need me
    fancy self-sabotage
    get down on my damned knees.

    this is not to say that
    I cannot cope
    with the rejections presented but a reflection
    of past scope
    fell apart at the click of a heart
    my pace
    my face
    my stay?
    unwarranted,
    underdevelopment of emotions underway.

    but I am stronger now
    what is the point in hanging on
    to individuals who take me for granted
    boy, I’m raring to go
    into the future, into the present
    of someone something new
    don’t add delirium
    I’ll forsake it
    because that’s not part of my
    plan I wish to do

    obsession and preoccupation
    with another can definitely remain its
    own way,
    begone begone
    sprightly in your approach, dear
    because times have already changed.
    (12/11/21)
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  • Poem: wild dance – 11/11/21

    Poem: wild dance – 11/11/21

    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

    what is this feeling I have
    this flighty adrenaline life
    the moon the moon give me a
    look so wise

    i was merely looking after your heart
    making you feel less alive
    so you could live in the undergrowth
    of your contentment and strong strive
    (11/11/21)

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  • Poem: changes – 10/11/21

    Poem: changes – 10/11/21

    I sing to the gods for they provide sustenance
    nectar sweet, lustrous
    twinkling, sparkling, flowing wine,
    don’t touch my tongue though
    without alteration I’ll be fine

    I love that life can promise so much
    if you seek it
    positive attitude
    the goodness flows through me
    the gods and goddesses smile at me
    upon me their expressions are the same
    proud, joyous that I’ve come so far
    darkness grew so old
    had to be tamed

    I warble with my daily tasks
    look forward to completing even menial things
    without being asked
    it’s such a lightness I feel within
    now that I appreciate so much more
    dare I say everything?

    untoward may be certain moments
    but I can look at them without tainted eyes, thoughts,
    they no longer conjoin with my mindset
    I turn my thinking around
    appreciate what there is to gain
    from times that do not initially please
    because appreciating what is being presented
    sometimes takes a little twisting.

    I feel the warmth radiate within my heart
    rare are times of mood swings or upsets
    non showy
    not up in arms
    I am simply living life in a pleasant way
    because I’m happy with myself
    much more than those yesterdays.

    changes came when I paved my way.
    (10/11/21)

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  • Poem: steely gorges – 10/11/21

    Poem: steely gorges – 10/11/21

    bombastic
    the moment is fantastique
    when I shudder with deep peace
    it’s overall amazing
    but consequences consequences
    of this goddamned show
    pantomime the pleasure, suffering,
    will I watch it go?

    I acknowledge it is worthy of being much adored
    the events forthcoming
    unexpected
    yet awaited
    something silently asked, yearned for
    it’s inherently palatable
    this desire we can call home
    but indulgences in memorandum are dangerous
    won’t we desire them less? No, let the heart roam.

    brightened sets of eyes sharing the same thoughts
    hands extended, belly-fire,
    knowing we are each other ours,
    to find that other
    to share the feelings
    the same desire
    perspirations
    knowingly
    entered into sufferings
    because together they don’t seem
    too harsh, abrasive, in the end

    consequences are now like a steely dance
    consumption of the knowing urge is like
    icing on soft gorges
    the curvatures on your back allows me to
    slide and slip away
    let me lick the air of delicate understanding,
    share our moments for another day.
    (09/11/21)

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  • Poem: Control – 09/11/21

    Poem: Control – 09/11/21

    positively bursting
    bursting at the seams
    who thought a mindless act like this
    could whisper many dreams?
    aching at the midriff
    yet calling, wanting more
    short-term fervour
    temporary gratification
    reach into that cupboard:
    what’s in store?

    I know it’s unwise to continue,
    to carry on with this mission of sorts
    but nutritionally body is craving it
    dying for it
    is this the truth? Perhaps not yet,
    I’m not so sure.

    caught up in the haze of the moment
    confusion as I reach, shovel,
    satiation refuses to reign,
    so many months,
    so many hours,
    unravelling hard work,
    but, required all the same.

    it’s not so frequent but it is becoming more prominent
    my resolve my stoic nature is beginning to soften
    I tell myself, it’s fine, a once-off,
    will rectify damage the next day,
    self-absorption not, but obsession where I lay.

    numbers tracked logged
    today I must take off
    there’s little point in detailing
    when today my mission is a failure, failing

    cannot stop myself
    I don’t want to even try
    it’s become something I do
    second nature
    and for certain others viewing
    a plaintive tear in the corner of their eyes.

    improvement is possible
    if that’s the way I wanted it
    but what I deem important and a benefit
    is different from those coming from Wellness
    it’s a matter of perspective
    it’s a matter of my urge
    it’s a matter of what drives me
    and for me, continuing feels like a surge

    lightning rods of control coursing through
    my veins
    my heart is adamant
    pinpointed eyes the focus within my brain
    I will continue on because it is what drives me
    I am compelled
    I must control, control
    and this is my urge,
    today’s downfall hopefully is just a spell,
    it shouldn’t happen for a while,
    stop, I implore.
    (09/11/21)  
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