perfection
bliss
amazingly saved
unreasonable
disarming
corrections to a name
the entwining of notions the screenplay the utter commotions
we love to inflict the drama and bend a chink in your armour
the truth is that we come with spells
we come with magic we come with flighty yells
the anonymity of the moment is shafted away because now, inclined toward the moon is where
we
shall
stay.
wander not in the desert, sweet hearts, understand that there are two to come undone,
we reunite beneath the wanton burning sun,
there’s nothing to see, nothing to do,
nothing to rob, but broken hearts in heavy arms.
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Poem: Let Me Say – 03/10/21
Let me say
the things I want
to say
the hazy prisms of
the lustrous day
envelope my cause,
enlighten truth
I know as yours.
Wither down the
inextricable feud,
gasping for air,
no need to brood,
encapsulate thy intent,
so plain to see,
irrevocable, Heaven’s
sentience surrounding me.
I know the righteous
never die,
intentions living long,
and alive,
despite the inept moments
when one sheds
their oars,
floundering then skills
coming aboard.
Do not fret, my friend,
for you will succeed,
I know this,
amongst the blustering breeze,
that when hearts combine,
conjoin as yours,
my throat closes,
I’m shocked,
but I’ll continue,
truth toward.
It’s just that little moment
which annihilates
the far-flung flings
of rattling circumstance
and tired feelings,
there’s more to life than
constant analysis
I am sure,
brighten the mindset,
relax, welcome,
never be bored.
Automatic be the
emotions coursing
throughout me,
I can control them,
should you care to freely breathe,
what is the point,
the rhythm and the rhyme,
take back those words,
time beats time.
Infiltrate my memories,
surely make them yours,
silence the circumstance
that refuses to soar,
and weigh it heavily down,
a glass prism,
surety yours,
at least in this moment,
you’ll come out as more.
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Micropoetry: Visions and Proof – 06/09/21
pray for the wisdom,
for the strength to view the truth,
now what’s here before your eyes
and really is ultimately sheer proof,
an enlightening of visions within the soul,
reflected in our orbs’ mirrors,
feel the heartbeats within me,
wouldn’t you, didn’t you know?
understanding that we all
have tales,
winding, rivers of secrecy
and shires to explore?
but these are to no avail.
sometimes they’re better left untouched,
unasked,
unexplored,
allow the breaths of yesteryears
remain quietened,
if they happen to speak?
best they’re ignored.
we all benefit from personal growth
and mistakes if we treat them well,
didn’t you already know?
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Prose: The Message, Unheard – 06/09/21
Words unfold upon my screen, toppling, clamouring over themselves, fighting to be seen.
I’m important,
no, my message is of the utmost importance,
let me be heard,
while the most relevant one relaxes away, folded arms.
Its words are the most likely to go unnoticed; its is the voice of reason, the truth you don’t want to see, but it lingers, to the side, presence important, but not impinging. Just there, whiling away time, until you become most aware.
It is the truth that, once realised, you wish to deny, for accepting it, and following through with action will only lead to temporary suffering, and really, who wants this now? Who needs pain, even if it only lasts for a version of ‘now’? But what I must come to terms with, is that the behaviours I’m experiencing, being exposed to, are exceedingly on repeat, with only mere weeks of interlude. The same insistent melody cranking in strange intonations that ultimately are the same cacophony. And can I live with this pattern my entire life, should I endure the same tired push?
The Message smirks at me from the side, its curled upper lip making me uncomfortable, wanting to run and hide, for if I squirm away now, I can ignore the obvious path ahead, and I won’t need to encounter it. I can deal with excuses, revelations away from the Message’s thread. Then I won’t need to lie in bed pondering how the future will be, if I take this step, make this step, because I haven’t been able to cease that cacophony. The melody, discordant though relevant, which made me feel good, but in the end, was only for another end to be achieved.
And I know this, knew this, always can see, but receive with casual measures, never openly giving in return because, I don’t play games of affection, with insistent interjection, impinging on one’s direction, I need to cease the received indelicate actions. Is it time to finally learn? That there is no improvement, no learning from my words. There is no ceasing of expectation, lingering there, the Message needs to be heard. I pull my socks high, place my feet into my boots, stridently meet the Message, face its obvious truths. I lean in to one side, allow it to whisper its keen observations. With pride, it straightens its back, chest thrown forward, it has been heard, has been acknowledged, that is a fact. My expression, stunned, I have been made aware of what to do. Whether I choose to use its knowledge or not, is up to me to choose…
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Poem: Perfect Imperfections – 24/07/21
Desperation doesn’t dance in my lair no more,
ancient lands where false paradise laid in store,
I drag my feet, trail my hair,
catch myself in a transient mirror,
I stare, lower gaze, then bravely rise,
continue to stare some more.
It’s difficult to gaze into ‘imperfections’
that make myself me,
my mind calls out with interjections,
telling myself I’m exactly the way God intended
me to be,
self-acceptance,
understanding,
it slowly grows like soft moss within,
flourishing,
lush,
promising,
plush and ever-green.
The sadness that used to plague,
the desire, the want, to always change,
the need to shrink, slim,
now I raise a hand craftily,
cock one hip,
I am cheeky,
for I know the secret here,
I became more within,
image doesn’t always have to fuel
internal fires,
in fact,
focusing out the outer can fuel
a dangerous inferno,
an unwanted din.
It is what is within that counts,
am I happy with how I’m feeling,
that matters most,
am I confident,
can I take my world in my stride,
get up upon that rhetoric in life,
and ride, ride, windswept, breathless,
in control,
ride?
With maturity came preservation,
with preservation came self-understanding,
comprehension, direction,
I know what truths I am sowing,
even without the drive to direct in just one direction,
I know, I know that my heart and mind
are peaceful together,
they’re becoming a solved puzzle of
correct interaction.
My soul doesn’t call out for acceptance,
no longer calls out for
painfully obvious acknowledgement,
I don’t need the eyes to
view what I already know,
that my presence is enough,
I am enough within this world.
My heart, once a prison,
is a cage thrown open,
the dove is free for escaping,
but she remains,
treasured,
adored,
she is amazing,
her own form of perfection,
in short, she makes it.
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Poem: Falsetto – 12/07/21
The journey to discover,
it appears to have come to an end.
Searched high, falsetto,
didn’t want to rock, rock the boat
of common decency,
wanted to learn to be sweeter,
to please,
inner authenticity,
smiling wordings,
positive painted pictures,
poetry which aimed to dance
with ease.
I spoke with my soul,
brightness, affirmations,
drowned out true grit and longing,
why couldn’t I write ‘me’?
Wasn’t that a valid, true calling?
Yet I let the yowling lay aside,
slide away,
grinning genuineness;
I thought I was making better of myself,
instead my vibrant pieces went away to hide.
But I know now
I must be true,
speak my mind,
my snide and smiles,
character-crushing will never do,
I must honour all facets
of my personality,
wrangle goodness and wit and charm,
sardonic fingers play with ease,
I am, I am, positive thoughts,
these I do praise and commend,
but I have to do this my own way,
lest my validity go astray
and I’m left with endangered
shards to mend each day.
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Prose: A Decree to be Felt, Heard, and Seen – 26/05/21
There’s a gentle humming surrounding my being, as though I’m reverberating from the inside-out. Something warm and prominent spreads out to my border, my aura, and there’s no ill feeling, nor any sign of doubt. Every inch of flesh breathes shudders with gentle flow, reminding me I’m living and breathing and, with connectedness to a higher source, my energy resonates and grows.
Feeling at one with nature, with a higher power, with the Universe, enlivens this once world-weary being – growth, new life, refreshening, was a process. A method through madness, through lost will, through journeys untold, which dragged me down, and further still, until I made the decision to respect myself, my life, to be grateful and follow a process of knowing who I could become through determination, sheer power and will.
I no longer meander; I can hold my head high, having direction feels glorious in this life. I chose, I made the decision to surround myself with those who will build themselves up, not tear myself down; I need to travel with those who want to help themselves or at least receive assistance to learn to care for and develop themselves. My capabilities are used to live and improve, but if outstretching a hand temporarily to others means being a guiding support, I’ll offer it to be held, but I cannot promise to be a crutch, or the solution to something I’m not obliged to solve. With resolution, I will endeavour to be understanding and present, but sometimes Life calls for separation and dissolution, through power of common sense, dignity, and free will.
Bury the hatchet, disguise concealed intents, this world requires us to co-exist with love, praise, and harmony, but I must retain the right to still be treated with respect. There is no space in my world for words of heightening degrees, heated blame to vent, not calmly speak, these will no longer constrict me, to the horizon’s beauty my eyes will focus, opportunity for continued happiness which I have chosen and undertaken as my decree.
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Prose: Stride – 12/05/21
I’ll just get on with it. Moving forward, that’s the path for me. I can forget but I cannot forgive, hateful words slammed into my face, am I expected to smile and continue being me? To cast aside their hurtful nature with a flippant wave, because someone muttered a begrudging ‘sorry’?
I’ll walk on. I’ll walk forward, stride by stride, with those who want to be by my side, no requirements or expectations weighing heavily, breathing down my neck any longer. I am not here to provide what I am uncomfortable to share. It is my life, my skin, my being, my spirit, the soul that I’m in. And I won’t give, give, give, unless I desire to do so. It’s not their right to receive.
I reiterate my worth to myself, speaking in quiet tones, then in my mind, I roar, I so roar, that I am enough without needing to be reassured about my appearance, my presence, my usefulness, my assurance is that I will be okay. I know this, I have supports in my life, and being without someone who hurt me emotionally is right, so right. I don’t need someone who does that while walking alongside.
I will not be cut down. I am unafraid to stride.
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Poem: Truth Within the Marrow – 07/07/20
Occasionally, I struggle to find the words to speak, to correctly express my sincerity, because sincere is how I wholly desire to be viewed, and I don’t wish for any unfair prejudice or judgement. I simply wish for the right combination, the winning ordering that shows everything in part or in whole, that which I deem as important to know, because, little use would there be in frightening myself into insincerity, falsified expressions and pandering a-plenty, disingenuousness and bent truths are not how I’ve been raised, not how I’ve been brought up to be. Sometimes, I am too honest and obvious for my own good, I can frighten or perturb even those close to me, with revelations, with words they’ve never seen nor heard, they’d previously not have considered them to be part of my reality or path. A close friend recently listened to my recorded words, which detailed several mental health episodes, my path, my mindset was so unwell, and here appeared shock, stilted confusion, quiet concern, perhaps of my candour and thought processes he felt mildly aghast, of the true extent of my illness he had become more learned. Unaware these prior thoughts were what I had experienced, for him, they must have truly terrified. I know for me, at the time of their awakening, some frightened the life from me, too. But, I have this bone within me which I do not want to pick, in fact, it should be lovingly stroked, even strummed, gently caressed, because it assists me with the melodies of which I live, breathe and speak, be they lilting, or melancholy extended elegies. The truth within my marrow, it is rich and it is potent, I will embrace it, I will suck it clean, I have allowed the taste to permeate my being, and I will allow the honesty to embroil, to envelope, to overtake me. © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. Image credit: Clipart Library.com - Wishbone
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