Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Poem: Spells – (The Last) – 17/11/20

    Poem: Spells – (The Last) – 17/11/20

    My words became spells again,
    my words they wove their magic,
    the images proved so sincere,
    yet tired they became,
    the end:
    so tragic.

    I sewed the moments one by one,
    delved in and out the topics,
    recreated potency handfuls by handfuls,
    the result:
    confusion of moments.

    The truth of the matter is
    perhaps the words were not right,
    misinterpretations outdoors
    flew high into the sky.

    Anomalies present from whatever one might
    want to know,
    lay your head upon that grass,
    rest there gently,
    I’ll watch the subtle growth.

    Time can tell certain things,
    many different things,
    nearby blossoms absorb the moments
    in which they breathe the sounds
    with ease.

    They take on the subtle intricacies,
    borne as silent witnesses,
    voices raised in dire frustration,
    won’t the scents calm them
    along the breeze?

    But will they be subdued,
    relax themselves?
    Unravel the tapestry,
    work it all out?
    I think those others eavesdropping can
    quite obviously tell.

    My words once were magic,
    to others they became spells again,
    I wove them,
    and I weave them,
    and I let others carefully attend to them.

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  • Poem: The Fields – 14/11/20

    Poem: The Fields – 14/11/20

    I wander,
    the fields are blooming with colour,
    they’re illustrious, I’ve heard of them from afar,
    they have been calling from yonder.

    Their brightness is healing,
    I feel their hues trickle into my soul,
    my spirit enlivens,
    there are some things I don’t need
    to tell.

    Let the quietness be permitted,
    the expressions be subdued,
    at least from a visual standpoint,
    between the winding hills and the
    babbling brook.

    I don’t know what is more potent,
    the past or the present,
    but I hope to know,
    I hope to learn of them.

    And so, I rise from the shallows
    that kept me in their midst,
    the liquid that was constricting,
    no matter how little there was of it,
    and allow me now to flow,
    in the river that breathes and goes,
    the flowers to the side,
    they know,
    they know.

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  • Poem: Toward – 12/11/20

    Poem: Toward – 12/11/20

    Another chapter,
    yet one and the same?
    Different rules, different circumstances,
    differing frames.

    It feels odd to walk a path
    in an alternate manner,
    I’m here and now,
    watch me flower.

    The sadness is gone,
    but confusion can reign,
    I will not allow it,
    I hear someone cautiously call my name.

    Because there are set parameters,
    at least they exist in my mind,
    I must be careful to let them
    remain in place,
    lest they fuel like petrol on flame in time.

    I’m walking forward,
    I can develop on my own,
    I must continue this growth because
    it’s important to set in stone.

    I am finding a path again,
    I am moving, moving onward,
    and if those in my life would like
    to join me,
    then onward,
    onward,
    closer,
    to the goals,
    toward.

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  • Poem: Bright Stars – 07/11/20

    Poem: Bright Stars – 07/11/20

    Bright stars shine in my eyes,
    I soak them in like they’re available to take for all mine,
    to pluck at them and stow away into my hidden spaces,
    into the cracks and tears that have been left by the decisions
    that I thought wouldn’t result in this,
    where time is the only cure.

    I’ve never been here before,
    beneath this sea of sparkle that
    encompasses and revolutionises
    my mind and memories,
    I wonder what to do with them,
    should I be without them all?
    So used to company by my side and now,
    replaced by ghostly air because of my doing,
    truth in truth,
    all in all,
    an undoing.

    At least I have the stars to sparkle and shine for me,
    at least I have their light to guide me,
    perhaps I can shine brighter than them,
    after all,
    they are dying or already dead.

    I still have my glisten. It’s just hidden beneath my layers.
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  • Poem: It Enlivens Me – 05/11/20

    Poem: It Enlivens Me – 05/11/20

    The colours brighten me,
    they take over my soul,
    they enliven,
    they heighten,
    they create a somewhat free-for-all.

    In my heart, which I’ll tame one day,
    when it is the time to blatantly shine,
    I caress memories and emotions borne of
    still-bated breath,
    I know they’ll surface soon,
    and that’s completely fine.

    The colour of the day is my favourite,
    it emboldens me,
    brings a spring to my step,

    wearing it, I feel girlish,
    and bright and bubbly,
    there are no more signs of outward duress.

    I cloak myself in my protective garb,
    because this is what makes me feel stronger,
    less saddened, emboldened,
    at large,

    my heart, still untamed,
    is presently screaming,
    multiple voices all
    one and the same,
    let us talk without hurtful candour,
    let us be kind at heart.

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  • Poem: Confusion – 04/11/20

    Poem: Confusion – 04/11/20

    There’s no confusion in the motions,
    they’re deft and sure and clean,
    but there’s confusion in the aftermath,
    I don’t want to be seen as someone
    I shouldn’t be.

    There’s power in the words,
    the murmured tones from up above,
    there’s something lingering there, you know,
    and it’ll come forth one day,
    when push comes to shove.

    The answers will press themselves
    into my face,
    no need to fight away from the crowd,
    I won’t need to ignore their presence,
    I can sense them already now.

    I cannot help but wonder:
    am I doing the wrong thing?
    Times that felt right in the moment
    project a sense of followed guilty feeling.

    It is true that I should withhold
    when something inside propels me to
    sing and dance?

    I wonder to myself,
    I wonder:
    should this time be the last?
    (30/10/20)

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  • Poem: The Stage – 03/11/20

    Poem: The Stage – 03/11/20

    There’s no need to rant and rave,
    to set fire to the stage,
    the show’s come knocking
    it’s time to perform,
    ill feelings really should be tamed.

    There’s misinterpretation in the scenes,
    misunderstandings,
    certain explanations seemingly misheard or unseen,
    and the power in the moments is not
    the spat venom nor poison,
    but the future mellowing,
    the quiet contemplation.

    Will I ever reach that path where I am not
    in a situation of needs,
    in a situation where things feel incorrect,
    perhaps time apart is due,
    it’s calling,
    I feel.

    I thought it was possible,
    to not completely sever ties,
    to retain a friendship
    but it seems the truth is not this,
    I surmise.

    So, fly on high I will,
    let the sinking in my stomach be perpetuated nil,
    I will rise above the argumentative moments,
    we will clear the stage of such scenes,

    perhaps, maybe,
    there won’t be much left to view,
    it may have been all just a breathy dream,
    let the angst dissipate from the theatre still,
    allow the audience to softly clear the room.

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  • Poem: Into Account – 31/10/20

    Poem: Into Account – 31/10/20

    Should I take into account
    the other side,
    the viewpoint of another whom I cannot
    wholly share their tides?

    The rolling waves they experience are
    tender to see,
    to feel,
    but I cannot allow myself to be affected overnight,
    into the early morning, disrupted sleep still.

    Their thoughts are on my mind,
    subconsciously, as I try to rest,
    to prepare myself for sleep,

    and I simply want to diminish the thoughts
    overriding me,
    I need to be rid of them temporarily.

    I cannot change this,
    I cannot provide,
    I’ve made a decision,
    and though it hurts,
    it’s the wise kind,

    I now need to work on myself,
    grow,
    to progress through life,
    onward, forward,
    and make a small success of myself,
    or at least something to be proud of
    in due time.

    Could we do this together,
    side by side,
    arm in arm,
    friendship without divide?

    We are forging ahead,
    we are carving individual paths,
    allow us to see that there’s no
    unwanted decimation nor aftermath.

    There shouldn’t be collateral damage,
    only repairing,
    thatching,
    filling those gaps,
    because both can come out of
    something like this stronger,
    and I’d love to believe this as fact.

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  • Poem: Always – 28/10/20

    Poem: Always – 28/10/20

    Rolling away those pains,
    I can sense them there,
    making me rigid,
    making me aware.

    They cause such shudders,
    unwanted power,
    overriding me,
    making me suffer.

    But I can sense the beauty ahead lingering,
    emotions to encompass,
    overwhelming feelings,

    the ability to have sorted,
    wiped away the discomfort
    that was present within me,
    now –
    forget-me-nots,
    my mind feels free.

    I shan’t be weighed down by
    ancient unwanted thoughts,
    shan’t allow myself to feel pained,
    suffer,
    I can be self-taught,
    to glow and shine,
    stripped away of any negative moments,
    replaced by instances of
    shared light-heartedness,

    they’re fluffy,
    bright, light,
    yet potent.

    And it’s better this way,
    decisions made,
    brighter, fulfilled,
    less encumbered days,

    beaming, flashed smiles,
    unpressured discourse,
    lacking in animosity,
    hopefully always in style,

    concern and niceties to fill future times,
    positive memories to be saved
    for many a-while.

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  • Poem: Sharing – 14/10/20

    Poem: Sharing – 14/10/20

    What can I share with my small world?
    Perhaps kind words, understanding, empathy,
    cherished friendships and love for others,

    listening, being there,
    calming, caring,
    and throughout the process I am
    subtly growing.

    There is the understanding that I am able to
    assist others and not selfishly
    always think of myself,

    the joy in fostering happiness with others,
    perhaps it’s part of being more
    self-aware, and possessing more
    self-knowledge to be positive,
    to be present,
    always there.

    Part of the process of my journey
    in becoming a better human being
    has come with reflection and time,
    considerations of variances of life experiences,
    dark and light.

    There have been many
    positive experiences,
    so too, despairing and sadness,
    but it is with consideration,
    reflection of both negativity and positivity
    that has been,
    that I can truly
    appreciate my path and provide to others
    with my altered, developing perspectives.

    To make their hearts warm,
    to feel appreciated also,
    no longer am I swirling down,
    down, down,
    in the darkness which had engulfed me
    hellishly below,

    now,
    I am brighter, kinder, lighter,
    and I dare say, my path of spiritual growth seems
    more direct and much more calmer.

    As I increase my self-understanding,
    I can encourage joyfulness
    and cheery moments
    with kindhearted words
    to those who are in need,
    and those who too wish to engage in the sharing,
    allow me to share with you the fruits of my self-healing.

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