Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose
winding worlds, sharpened words, and vibrant art
The others watch me lazily, yet with intent, from their quiet area of silent judgement, it is as though I am being assessed for living and breathing, such a scoundrel I am, I must turn the tables, to impress! Yet why bother when these individuals are perpetually displeased? There seems little point in exacerbating [...]
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 glance at the geraniums, It seems they glance sideways at me. Some are happy, bubbly, cheery, And others, they carry a known disease, Of negativity among the cheer, The mirth, The banter, The geraniums are not completely innocent, No, some were willing to barter. Some have exchanged their good looks for power, The [...]
I loved her from the moment she put pen to paper. Her heartfelt poetry just sang and sang, like a robin whose eggs have presently been laid, a proud woman she is, I loved her from the moment she put pen to paper. She sought the times when her heart ached, flowed, and ebbed, [...]
I feel as though I’m being peeled, exposed to the situation at hand. Is it deception? Was it an error? A method to expose, tease, and apprehend? I dislike lies, but perchance was she deceived in her own time, this little lady to the left? She wears sparkles upon her left hand; her life’s [...]
The feeling I get when attending is one of great unease. I have not been here for long, but my heart pitter-patters, fluttering in the breeze. Why am I so nervous? I used to attend and be present many, many times, a feeling of stupendous awakening? I’m unsure of this, though I’ll be brave [...]
The surrounding scent of pine leaves invades my sensitive nostrils, Since quitting smoking I have been able to discern more, And my taste buds, they are rearing, They sing for attention, These senses, They are heightened. No more dulling from the poisons within those death sticks, A retraction of the chemical clouds which Weighted [...]
