I think I die a little
with every cliché I write,
but I take comfort
from the souls I have
buried beneath my bullshit.
© Nicole Lyons 2017
Shallow Graves
I think I die a little
with every cliché I write,
but I take comfort
from the souls I have
buried beneath my bullshit.
© Nicole Lyons 2017
Rhymes and Reasons
Sunshine on Razor Wire: perspectives from "inside"
presented by Kindra M. Austin
the maiden, mother and caffeinated crone
AMEN!!!! Appreciate how open and honest you are. Expressing it the your writing can be brutal but to me that’s a blessing
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There’s something inevitable about a cliché. It survives by becoming comfortable and familiar, like old slippers. May those buried souls sleep peacefully in that familiarity.
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I like this very much
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😀
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Nicole brings a poetic confessional.
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Thank you
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Oh my.
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Ha! Love this; we all know it to be true
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Indeed
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Why I find it tickles me to observe others misfortune like at a stop light a bicyclist dropped his grocery bag with 2 dozen eggs in it and to see his gesture of disappointment
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I just about spat my coffee on my screen whilst reading that.
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😂 we aims to please
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LMFAOOO ❤
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