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
Category: Hush by Nicole Lyons
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 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.
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
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
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.
