Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
A corner of my world where I feel most at home
Since the dawn of time, we have existed. And breathing out fire and brimstone are the ones below us, but we live on a middle plane, known as Earth, where soil is beneath our feet and the endless sky is a twinkling seascape in our curious, admiring eyes. The singed beings, they wish to [...]
He tells me he has seen a girl, with vivid purple hair shining in the sun, according to him she walked with great presence away from him, her face was hidden, yet her aura shone, with flecks of blue, and green and gold, if I cared to know I would look these up, the energy, [...]
I’ve come to a stark white marble gateway where I have the choice, presented with left or right, which path is moral, which path is exploratory, which will help reach a state of divinity? I pause at the crossroads, unsure of which road to take, because the truth of the matter is I’m barely [...]
