Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
Where I can feel at home…
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.
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
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 [...]
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 [...]
There are many stages of transformation in life. Sometimes, to find ourselves, we need to cleanse and strip ourselves to the bare minimum, and then, search even further. Here is an example of that search.
Filter the rain from the mountaintops, where acidic droplets beat down, an acrid taste, a burning sensation of skin besieged by astringent vowels. This was not intended, though this was required, her purging, pairs of eager, shiny boots step forth,
As I sit down to write, my muscles ease, feet arrange neatly into place, my fingers at the ready. This is my time, where I will shine with tendrils of arrangements that are written not only for me, but for others, too, I don’t simply write for myself, I have a sense of duty to them, for from within me, like a geyser I expel my truths.
https://soundcloud.com/user-894707136/the-cacophony-cease-spoken-word-poetryimprovisation-by-lauren-m-hancock Click image to listen to "The Cacophony Cease!" in browser or on SoundCloud. Method discussion below poem. "The Cacophony Cease!" I feel the reverberation through my fingertips, through my bones, into my marrow, a source of quiet vitality in which I encase certain memories, certain experiences, so potent and noxious they should only [...]
https://soundcloud.com/user-894707136/first-and-foremost-spoken-word-poetry-1 Jovial and content, happy, playful, sweet, a way of living has evolved from haphazard, crazed dreams. Where I tumbled from one scene to another, trying to find where I belonged, acceptance, love, were what I was seeking, the line thrown to reach them rigid and taut. No more slapdash or faux [...]
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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