A Collection of Madness and Magic

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My mind is light and dark and always uneven,
a rest stop for a long line of weary travellers
and mischief makers; a home to thousands
of manic spiders spinning sticky webs
of dark delusions against the back of my eyes.
My ears itch with the whispers
of hyper charged bits of paranoia.
My throat burns from the speed
at which I swallow the rants
and raves of transient thoughts,
and I am able to breathe again.
My blood boils with electricity,
ferocious enlightenment kicking
through the walls of a dead heart
and I am alive again.
A collection of madness and magic,
I am a place where art and illness collide.

© Nicole Lyons 2017

Vintage Heart

For Tamara, with love.

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She’s an old soul
with young eyes,
a vintage heart,
and a beautiful mind.

© Nicole Lyons 2017

Yes, I Remember You

Yes, I remember you.
I remember the hitch
and the gasp before
my veins opened up
into fields upon fields
upon barren wastelands.
I remember how thunder felt
that night when a thousand
wild stallions carried my pulse
around the mountains of my bones
and placed it where I hoped
I would never remember you again.

© Nicole Lyons 2017

Someone Else’s War

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I have been caught in
the palm of crooked hands,
slid myself along promises
down pinky fingers
and into the throats
of corrupt bedfellows.
My mouth tastes of shame
but my eyes glisten
with the spoils
of someone else’s war.

© Nicole Lyons 2017

Walk With Me

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Walk with me.

Walk with me through this world;

hands clasped tightly, bodies at ease.

Walk with me.

Let us travel together to places

unknown where we can fill our lungs

with strange air and dip our toes

into unusual waters.

Walk with me.

Let us climb mountains beneath

the sea in search

of treasures long forgotten.

Walk with me.

Let us venture deeply

into splintered minds and leave

lights burning in the darkest corners.

Walk with me.

Let us leave bits of ourselves

in the places we will go

for the travellers who come

after us.

Walk with me.

Let us leave our mark

in strange cities, on rooftops

and under bridges, within

the tired minds and broken hearts

that walk the streets alone.

Walk with me.

Let us cast our worries

to the winds and set

our clocks to the moons,

and perhaps everywhere

and nowhere

will become our home.

© Nicole Lyons 2017

Poets and Whores

And that is the nature
of us poets and whores,
to make things hard:
dicks, choices… life.

© Nicole Lyons 2017

Days Gone By

I want to love you
but my bones have
turned to dust from days
gone by, when happiness
was easy and my eyes
still knew how to shine.

© Nicole Lyons 2017

And I Will Love You – spoken word version read by Samuel H Hurley

This made me cry and set some fireworks off in my veins.

Please check out Sam’s site here and take your time getting to know his work, he’s amazing.

I’m Giving away copies of HUSH on Goodreads

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Giveaway ends June 14, 2017.

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Rage, You Tiny Beast

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Did you know
that we could
see you; and
the glorious rage
you try to hide?
The violent shades
of you peppered
into pleasantries
that you don’t
really mean,
we see it,
and we love it.
Don’t you dare
be ashamed
of your fire;
it is the blaze
that fuels us all.
Rage,
you tiny beast,
and burn
before the souls
that blaze
back in
to you.

© Nicole lyons 2017