I have sidled up to demons
and whispered them to sleep
but these fiery angels
in my pocket care nothing
for decent conversation.
© Nicole Lyons 2017
A Pocket Full of Mania
I have sidled up to demons
and whispered them to sleep
but these fiery angels
in my pocket care nothing
for decent conversation.
© Nicole Lyons 2017
the maiden, mother and caffeinated crone
Poetry and prose by Basilike Pappa
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collective of indie-published writers & readers who want to discover them
Mania, flying on the fiery wings of angels, sometimes as high a Icarus. — Your imagery – Wow
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Thank you Bob
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Nicole and different conversations
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Thank you!
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❤
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Simple but extremely powerful imagery – I love your words and I cannot resonate more with the way apathy kills. This reminds me of a short prose I wrote a while back when I felt that indifference and numbness were draining me inside out. Here’s the link if you are interested:
https://chapelofthenightflies.wordpress.com/2017/06/30/last-words/#comments
Here’s to more days filled with the beauty of words(:
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Just beautiful, thank you for sharing
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