Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
Where I can feel at home…
Envious ivy trails round rotten doors, entranceways metamorphic shapeshifting then reality restored, what lies behind the reckoning of Time, a conundrum, in fact, sheer scope, Divine. What cause cataclysmic chasms to collide, immediately doubling or tripling in size? Gargantuan are these sinkholes, blackholes laid in store as winding ivy bends and twists, collectively, more. Soon [...]
Prompts used: Dearest Heart, I’m falling apartMy soul burnsForlorn flames Title: falling, fallingby Lauren M. Hancock My dearest heart I amfallingapartI turn and burn,my soul is engulfed by thewandering cruel actions,my soul, it speaks, it shrieks,my spirit rises forth away from the gloomI fall apartfloating, into pieces,ashes fly high and away,my darling heart watch meas [...]
This poem was for a prompt for World Autism Awareness Day. This is dedicated to my fellow Melbourne creative friend Braeden Kennedy who can be found on Instagram @bak_doodlin_away and @bak_animations .Title: I See Youby Lauren M. HancockI saw You and understood your spiritbefore I knew of your ‘Able’ and ‘Label’in fact, I’d never even perceivedyour name with [...]
with a dear friend around the lake I take a turn and admire ducks, smile at happy mothers children, and puppies with men. I am animated, she listens with quiet calm, by her side, I need no longer need take her arm, for days of physical support are not near, there’s nothing to help me, nor there to fear, while anxiety can burden, it’s not featuring here.
I will be the boisterous me I will grin and bear the dreams I will heal and steal that light the sun of the Son of the Sun I will rise when the prisms sparkle rainbow sheens I will be fortuitous and reach for desired dreams I will call and call for items like sticky pearls because they satiate my need for nourishment be and end all.
This life is worthless. It is worth exiting. I want to drown in the despair that this ward doebring. It erodes at you, they take each piece of you, break you apart. Take take, then unfagive, this is what breaks my heart. I worked so hard for my talents, and now I'm expectedshine, shine shine [...]
summertime everybody is coupled up like happy pairs of penguins smiling rolling polling along clutching small cups of pink or orange frozen fizz not worried about calories but emphasis on the joy of being alive together in the company of one another while I watch enviously for I do not have that other to smile with, hug, or hold. [...]
look at the glowing a bed of starlight before me burning in its fluidity already passed but beauty present to see to experience, whilst being. [...]
Awakening thy inner truths, beauty present, spiritual proof, the internal reservoirs of light, make infinite truth anything but a plight. Causes within and visions yours, counteract the substance of irrelevant facts, cast forth through the shrouded clouds, airy mysteries, intelligence, wonder, determining that which we seek. [...]
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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