my mind, my heart my body my soul three unite know my all
to time I am like a raging river gushed by a future sea there is reverence, not irreverence, yearning, deep within me temper yet the strangeness the dictations and rhythms of time smile widely in the circumstances baby girl you’ll always remain mine
there are times of course, when we are free from suffering and pain, the dire annihilation and surrender just the same.
Fear not, youthful youngsters, fear more jealous, evil crones the effigy is part of this circumstance fight through medication together not alone.
ambiguous this breath I take what does it mean to my whole, how does it relate? does this sustenance this air I take matter in any means of entirety do I exist for a form of fate? wonder not into the desert of human traits, deep existence wander in the sand dunes heated footsteps this breath I take expired and spent.
there may be many heaves to come or several to falter as I fall my ailing heart perhaps suffers quietly I need not, want to tell, for to acknowledge the damage that I may have already done performed performed unwind this travesty self-abuse this is not a clever tale
forthcoming do I see this will it fit my puzzle pieces as I dare to rearrange to dream to find that final picture without suffering to exist not exist but live and breathe with sights song energy free
no more stares who cares for their thoughts the ignorant with their opinions whom do not truly know me only the visual
they should be taught not to judge on appearances have I not worked so very hard on annihilation of that form that former suffering now I live for me to be I may have taken it a wee bit far but at least my efforts are here billowing like a gusty aura all about me. (30/11/21)
Recently, I had the wonderful opportunity to work with my dear friend, Navin Manik, of Navin’s Poetry to write and record together a piece together. Please visit his site for his amazing spoken word and poetry. There you will find soulful, striking, deep words from his very soul recorded, performed and shared.
We sincerely hope you enjoy our poetry project, Implore.
Implore
The breaths I take The steps I sway When I dance on my feet My ground is change
The heights I stare The case is space The light has shades The dark isn’t just pain
I see the sane When I saw the chain I tear the deep When I drop the waves
The colours I blend The Universe I paint The eyes then glare The divine through pen
I expand upon an inner sense of personal justice social soul well meant
I know I know the ability for personal growth
is well rooted deep within, for every passing second my efforts are tirelessly sown,
my chest expands my heart, it flows rich with breath, mighty effort stallion-like strength – continuous insistence, and sound temperament.
our steps in time pirouetting groundwork yours and mine
our knowledge together brought closely in life we stare down the precipice and soar, divine,
unknowingly yet aware we become entwined intent and more this World we explore
for reaching our Universe’s heights sights and sounds enriching our abilities our minds implore.
excited parallel universe where our motives selfishly meant were never truly met but in our beings we felt those irrevocable dents start to mend or were they beginning to spread? hard to decipher, the sensations felt
young crushes soft passions gentle touches flushed complexions rough grabs forced giggles becoming something I didn’t want to acknowledge to please to be to allow him to feel to see “me” being right for him
always that alteration for them never for me projection motivations incorrect feelings, felt triumph theirs, mine? I’m not certain though during the time, a certain type of divine victory — in that moment, they, he, whomever, were mine.
the chameleon-like transformation, the desire rising and gaining and now the self-annihilation: who am I really when I’m being something falsified for another?
playing these games all well and good but for some time losing sight of my inner flowers blossoms growing stagnant fragrance now putrid and pungent. for the scent of desperation and conformed coercion was, well, so wrong.
and now I’m older I won’t allow this again for myself I will rise from these rubbish requests these wanton blatant desires specific request, the audacity, I cannot get over, change yourself? I didn’t request any amendments for you, because I’m not rude in that manner.
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
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
This evening, Words Out Loud Ballarat held their podcast for the 2020 Melbourne Spoken Word Festival Online.
I am so thankful and grateful to WOL to have been selected to be a part of the podcast, where I recite my piece, “Depression: A Realisation”. Thank you to Jason and Kirstyn for the opportunity.
This is the first time I have entered a spoken word event so I was really surprised and excited to be accepted. Please have a listen here at Words Out Loud.
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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