Meeting time and time again...
Prose: Cocoon – 09/06/21
Tag: prose
Prose: Blame – ‘A Reason for why you’re not wrong’ – 07/06/21
I’ll admit it. It’s human nature; I’ve been known to gear my poor decisions, my poor judgements onto others, to events, to differing reasons – blame, blame anyone else but myself, I’ve been there, haven’t you? At these times, couldn’t I have acknowledged that voice I hushed inside that we all occasionally stifle away, desperately want to hide, which wants to scream, “You, you are wrong, surely you can admit it this time?” [...]
Prose: Soar – 06/06/21
Perhaps we're not all so different after all... [...]
Prose: Trusted Intentions – 04/06/21
I trust my intentions; they’re soft, gentle, and pure, I only wish for goodness now, swipe away ill meanings and discord, of which nothing useful can come or be pure. Wanting the best for others, even if they have caused hurt, well, this takes character, and really – dutiful practice, so devout. [...]
Prose: Shall I Stifle my Songs? – 01/06/21
It would be wise, it would be prudent, to give up the nuisances, to cast away the cruel injustice, and travel elsewhere, where they know us. For now, my words bear less ‘zing’, overworked, overwrought, haphazard it is to over-sing, it seems. I can speak of experiences; growth, positivity, liveliness, but without a visible, solid base, how will my truths be known? How can they direct, morals and lessons intersect, when no one is here to witness what’s been asserted, what has been said? [...]
Prose: Journey to the Light – 01/06/21
My journey to the light is an intention, a focusing of comprehension, the knowing, that being in dimness is not frightening, but character-building. For, if I cannot see with my own eyes, I must be guided by head and heart, arms are my feelers, they stiffen, reach forth. I fumble in the darkness some more. [...[
Prose: Losing Grip, Gaining Momentum – 30/05/21
Stability, balance, breath; it’s all I need, in, out, announcing my presence, my cares rise like air, into the atmosphere they appear to swirl, yet in my mind, I am stagnant, there must be a woman within, not this impressionable young, little girl inside. That youngster awaits, with insolence, she does not want to see, that the path undertaken by some ill-fated decisions, their negativities and future judgements allowed are glaring to others, plain to see. Why cannot I understand that I’m losing grip [...]
Prose: Freedom – 29/05/21
I trust the magic will imbue, with my soul it will carry me through, into the Great Unknown, where hands and eyes await a certain prize, something to peruse, some agent to get high, to ride on euphoria – these days, it’s time, karmic balance, get paid. Their surrounding palms reach and reach; through a black hole, they rise forth, making some regret wanting to live, and those eyes, beady, uninterrupted, staring orbs, they could never placate disaster, never cause a broken heart to mend, to become less torn. [...]
Prose: Jewels of Thought – 29/05/21
So, you sit with it, hold onto it, cherish this gilded box with a single cherished thought. You know not what it is, whether ignition, calm or cataclysmic indeed, you accept your inner self is enough – [...]
Prose: For Whom the Bell Tolls – 28/05/21
In the darkness, I hear a groan. A guttural cry then, of sorts, rises from the gloom. Startled, I jump, not knowing which way to reach or turn, how to, can I even assist? From the past, when will I learn? [...]
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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