Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Prose: Purge – 17/06/21

    Prose: Purge – 17/06/21

    Who is the healer when I am alone? Thoughts rocking my boat, unease in my home. Who’s caring for me when as far as I see, the tunnel, the web, all ends so easily? Who’s wondering at the actions, the paths of my mind, without action, talk’s just rhetoric, best breathe stale air elsewhere, instead, quickened time. The sickening malady, the upset tummy, the turning guts at knowing I’m not so all-knowing, what is it about my path I seek? My journey, my enlightening of the darkness I keep? Breathe me, freely, let me weep, so many words I should not be allowed to speak. But, I am. I am, I am, I am. I will purge. Now let me be.
     
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  • Poem: Flick – 15/06/21

    Poem: Flick – 15/06/21

    I toss my hair back,
    my mane flows,
    breathes with the life
    only the dubious have eternally felt,
    the ignorant have experienced,
    the naïve have known.

    Tossing, flicking,
    side to side,
    contact,
    contraction,
    the exploring butterflies
    want, they need to hide.

    My mane’s a weapon,
    an instrument of mass destruction,
    whip it, girl,
    some dancers would say,

    strands bunched as one,
    admirably thick,
    enviously strong,
    lengthily, lengthily,
    we all roll along,
    fingers drag through hair,
    I won’t ever be proven wrong.

    Mentioning, must be mentioned,
    what is this which
    permeates my list
    written beneath the brand new moon?

    Absent-minded flick,
    a smile,
    connections,
    as is,

    don’t burn this list,
    it’s meant to give,
    allow me to quietly receive,

    strand-by-strand,
    nothing, not a single hair
    is awry, nor amiss.

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    Previous Post: ‘Don’t Wanna Leave’ – 14/06/21

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  • Poem: Release – 13/06/21

    Poem: Release – 13/06/21

    Naturally, gently allowing
    the walls to crumble,
    down.

    Watching the open space
    bleeding into atmosphere’s
    righteous, wild unknown.

    Shreds of wisdom
    fall by the wayside,
    replaced by newer thoughts,
    the yarn, my thread of life,
    it is taut,
    so pleasantly, beautifully taut.

    Geraniums are laid by
    the broken, shattered walls,
    where once I wailed for more,
    for understanding,
    to be noticed,
    acknowledged,
    truth be told,

    yet here stands I,
    brimming with confidence,
    exuding inner success,
    it’s not about material possessions,
    no,
    I am truly, irrevocably blessed.

    I am dreaming
    of my purpose,
    what feels so right
    in the moment,
    barrelling through
    inconspicuous tirades
    of words formerly held,
    their refute against what I most admired,
    now their former plight.

    I am valuing my truth,
    I unwind,
    zig-zagging my way
    here and there,
    for in my mind
    I am now free of pain
    and this is
    truly a sight to see,
    I’ve tamed, released, and purged
    the demons from me,
    no more fear to bear.

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    Previous Post: ‘No Lamenting’ – 12/06/21

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  • Prose: Cocoon – 09/06/21

    Prose: Cocoon – 09/06/21

    I reside in this moment with you, beneath a lurid supermoon, its aura as precious as that fateful ‘oops’ moment when paths would intersect in artificial yet hounding gloom. I did not know it was necessarily the beginning of something fresh, yet also something promising pain, future blues, but shining through these circumstances are tid-bits of wonder, sparkles, delight would and does fly, I have to say, perfected upon many days and hours.

    Do I reminisce only on the appropriate moments, forgetting, forgiving, where I should not? The mental cavities, the pine-wood rot carrying, housing all these ill feelings I’d rather not transport? Perhaps I do, maybe block out the noise, sometimes certain people always have a pathway back into your life. And this is what I must say, where pieces of flung, shattered heart will not remain, after breaking I will have assistance from others, I need not perform surgery in vain.

    What seems warranted does not appear so to others, but internally, there is that pull, an indescribable power, that this person must remain, must return, like their presence was never cast aside, and so I ignore their former mental trains, their ability to cause hurt to my heart, aching and anger all the same. I excuse the errors, I forgive, forgive, somewhat naively, but that’s the price I decide to pay if I want fulfilled my detailed, scrawled yearnings. The other’s self-conditioning is shining, winking, striding, not simply pacing, or aimlessly meandering. Fierce determination, flexing strength which is no longer alien, I watch by softly, shallowly breathing, within our cocoon, residing.

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    Previous Post: ‘Clear to See’ – 08/06/21

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  • Poem: Clear to See – 08/06/21

    Poem: Clear to See – 08/06/21

    Intense, tremendous purpose in life,
    wanting to aim for more?
    to alleviate strife,

    being aware of every good deed
    ever performed,
    heart pulsates,
    arms wide open,
    what has truly begun?
    Hands embrace memories
    like wanting time.

    Uplifting moments make me
    feel I’m floating on thin air,
    then billowing, cushiony,
    supporting me,
    allow these thoughtful clouds,
    will I even dare?

    And hence, I am grateful,
    so in wonder at the clarity provided
    to me,
    undermining myself again?
    I will not,
    I am essentially free.

    Or is this the beginning of a downfall,
    precarious yet clear to see?
    I must tread carefully,
    for where will illegitimate decisions lead me?

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    Previous Post: ‘Blame — A Reason for Why You’re Not Wrong’ – 07/06/21

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  • Prose: Enriched Time – 07/06/21

    Prose: Enriched Time – 07/06/21

    Time stands still when you’re not around, my focus drags itself to the crowd, where watching, waiting, anticipating, my eyes will fall upon you sometime soon, somehow, your heated breath for me is calling.

    I feel an absence growing within my soul; a piece breaking unity, how can I be more forthcoming? I do not dream of you because in my world you’re yet to exist, a faceless being yet priceless, knowing, hope of circumstances growing.

    The fullness of who we are separately, individually, and who we are accumulatively, benefiting our spirits, like blinking fairy lights they brighten everybody’s way. Just to the side though, that light-bespeckled path, time stands still as the crowd now parts, my breath catches like a hook in a gutted fish.

    You’re not who I thought you’d be, somehow a complete stranger, lacking in familiarity. But take my arm, our Almost-Forever now, together we have advanced, become good. I know life could be further enriched with you, somehow I know this to be truth.

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    Previous Post: ‘Soar’ – 06/06/21

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  • Prose: Soar – 06/06/21

    Prose: Soar – 06/06/21

    The thematic development of my life may not have been the same as yours: dips, turns, rollercoaster-like moments, each as valid as the occasions when trumpets signalled your arrival, or when misery was wept, the melancholy your life silently marred. There must have been times when your breath was swept away, heart palpitating, locked eyes, fumbling, love-sick tongues dumbfounded, unknowing of what to say. Or the cold winter during June, when feet and legs would entwine beneath heavy rough woollen blankets, only clutched hands and fogged breaths keeping time?

    Haven’t we all experienced heartache, cracked into pieces, never to again feel whole? In these durations it seems all is lost; wailing, flailing, tears shed, losing all sense of control. Or have you felt the pity of another, your downcast eyes shamed into courage-stripped submission, the feeling that you’re, maybe, in that second, worthless, nothing, but later realising it was just a break, a lapse of judgement, a brief, vague intermission?

    Here, can you recall the joy rising within when feeling content, surrounded by caring friends and family? Or the warm rush, engulfing headiness at knowing that you’ve achieved some sort of task, through hard work and meticulous care, and you can now rejoice wildly and freely?

    Remember now, the feeling of being strong, like you are ready to take on the world, leave naysayers behind, to leap forward with your stride? Perhaps our experiences aren’t so different – now carefully contemplate, at which moment did you soar, at which moment did your spirit rise?

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    Previous Post: ‘Quiet Questioning’ – 05/06/21

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  • Poem: Quiet Questioning – 05/06/21

    Poem: Quiet Questioning – 05/06/21

    I could ask myself,
    “Why?”
    That wandering,
    unanswered question,
    a syllable that lingers long
    into the distance,
    so uncertain,
    unsure,
    unfulfilled.

    I could utter this word,
    this sound into the future,
    allowing it to precede
    my sure footing, my beginnings.

    I could cleanse the
    ease and order,
    the pride and circumstance,
    which comes with knowing
    why it is that certainty lives in the
    way that I now prance,

    the true knowing I hold
    in the once-tentative footings
    in my Land of Inbetween
    where I fumbled
    and floundered,
    until I found my grounding
    and then my ascension
    into sureness
    and forever
    which can be quietly seen
    yet boisterously heard.

    Need not have I for
    questioning any longer,
    yearning, calling forth
    for answers from
    the gloom,

    how did my moments
    become so fulfilled
    and imbued with personal power?

    Why? With knowing myself –
    it didn’t happen in mere hours.

    Becoming wiser through
    past moments,
    through histories,
    Life reflects what I
    have learned,

    I rest my head,
    I’m done,
    I’ve cherished those
    Why, Why, Why’s,
    self-indulgent enough,
    I wave them goodbye.
    Forever?
    I am sure.

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  • Poem: The Keyhole – 03/06/21

    Poem: The Keyhole – 03/06/21

    There is no thought involved
    to access personal wisdom,
    inhale, exhale,
    irreversible – the accessible?
    No.
    Align with your Incredible.

    Enter into the keyhole
    which guards secrets within,
    past those pearled gates,
    access is possible
    if you meditate and ruminate freely.

    If anything arises
    which impedes your process,
    understand that to move forward
    we should adopt the most relaxed
    manner we can,
    remembering we are blessed.

    No tiresome inabilities
    to achieve or gain,
    ignorance, excuses,
    no longer bear pain.

    Enlivening the memories
    without acting as though
    it’s a task,
    better still, receive,
    receive, understand
    the captured worthiness,
    watch it grow,
    self-growth at full mast.

    It may seem beyond our knowledge
    that this circle of wisdom
    can extend,
    allowing for flow,
    for brightness,
    amazing this power within you
    as it attends, and you comprehend.

    Because every part of me
    I have come to properly learn,
    it is my heart which connects,
    makes pathways,
    from my memory pool to see,
    then discern,

    knowing now I’m truly
    better off on my own,
    I must be firm and capable
    at standing and walking
    confidently, alone.

    Accompanied at times only by
    those who listen, share, and support,
    a circle of trust,
    a personal cohort.

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    Previous Post: ‘At What Cost?’ – 02/06/21

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  • Poem: At What Cost? – 02/06/21

    Poem: At What Cost? – 02/06/21

    I am mesmerised,
    I am amazed by the
    opportunities available,
    a contented smile decorates my lips,
    eyes sparkling like
    popped champagne bubbles,
    they dart up and within my irises,
    each glimmer,
    every speckle breathes life
    between the silences
    which exist amidst
    peeps of delight —
    the night, the night,
    knows well of these.

    Let us come together,
    watch, wait and learn
    at the processes,
    they’re harmless, yes?
    You know nothing of the
    consequence of these,
    there’s burgeoning duress,

    but understand completely
    your wish to know
    of the debt –
    there’s no investment without intent,
    unwilling to unashamedly make amends.

    And the truth is,
    the source of this is,
    I, I have ceased to care,
    oblivious to obvious moments,
    I should have been wide-eyed, wide-open,
    but I refuse to deplore,
    a learning curve, of sorts;
    god damn, I’ve actually learned,
    not simply preconceived notions and returning,
    those mistakes, those behaviours,
    a dulled, boring blur.

    Better leave the moments as they are,
    inert, unmoving, unspoken words.

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