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

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 … Continue reading Yes, I Remember You

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 … Continue reading Walk With Me

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