Gently now, wild one. This world can only handle so many storms, and you have struck this one with your lightning and painted the walls of it with your thunder. Gently now, wild one. Let them catch their breath. © Nicole Lyons 2017
She is a Storm
Category: Hush by Nicole Lyons
I Won’t Always Be Me
I won’t always walk gently. Sometimes I will stomp, and I will rage, and my footsteps will shake the mountains of love you have heaped upon my earth. I won’t always speak kindly. Sometimes I will spit, and I will scream, and the venom from my tongue will poison the oceans of love you have … Continue reading I Won’t Always Be Me
Bring Your Wishes
It is empty in here. This place that once felt the fire of falling stars is now cold in his fading light. So I shall invite you in and ask you to bring your wishes, and perhaps the both of us will burst like suns again. © Nicole Lyons 2017
In Collapse
Still, I wonder, here in collapse, if I should pick the jagged stones of humility out of my knees, or let them settle in, pushing rough edges into my vulnerability. And if I did, would you see me as divine? © Nicole Lyons 2017
Syllable by Syllable
And sometimes these words, they save me, but sometimes, most times, they kill me, syllable by fucking syllable, they rip me to shreds. © Nicole Lyons 2017
A Collection of Madness and Magic
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 … Continue reading A Collection of Madness and Magic
Vintage Heart
For Tamara, with love. She's an old soul with young eyes, a vintage heart, and a beautiful mind. © Nicole Lyons 2017
