My lack of words had never sounded as sweet as they did on the night my tongue was tangled inside out and up with yours, but had I known heaven could be found drowning inside your mouth, I would have met you there, months or a minute sooner, at that place on the corner of … Continue reading Sunday Brunch
Category: Love and Illness
God Damn If I Haven’t Learned
In this life I have lived and I have loved too hard and too fast to ever make it to the finish line in one solid piece. I have lost my heart to fate and fools and scorched my feet inside friendly fire. I have broken my back against walls and learned that love doesn’t … Continue reading God Damn If I Haven’t Learned
Fallen From Grace – Dena Daigle
A couple of weeks ago I shared a poem from my book Hush on my Facebook page and my friend and fellow writer, Dena Daigle of Phoenix Ascended, stumbled onto it and wrote a stunning poem from the inspiration she got from mine and I know you'll love it as much as I do. I … Continue reading Fallen From Grace – Dena Daigle
A Cosmic Disappointment
I drink and I scream and I curse the stars, and still you are here, blaring in my fucking veins. Nicole Lyons 2017
I Just Wanted To Be Loved – Peter Olsen
“I want God to come/And take me home 'Cause I'm all alone/ In this crowd Who are you to me/Who am I supposed to be Not exactly sure anymore./Where’s this going to Can I follow through/Or just follow you For a while/Does anyone ever get this right?” - ‘The Vampires of Time and Memory’, Queens … Continue reading I Just Wanted To Be Loved – Peter Olsen
Waiting For Winter
I remember looking up when the lock shattered, watching the tree dropping its leaves, and I felt disappointment, and as naked as its branches. That tree had kept our secrets, and I think I may have thought that somehow we would have been hidden now, from prying eyes and a looming winter. But the winds … Continue reading Waiting For Winter
I Would Run
I feel what you feel, and I know what you know, and in another time or another place, on every other plane of existence, I would run anywhere with you.
Hard Love
It is a difficult thing, the knowing and the not, and the weight of carrying it all. That we are not of this world and never have been, but perhaps we have been placed here as punishment for living too full and loving too hard against the softness of whatever we are made up of. … Continue reading Hard Love
Technicolor Love
Will you love me in reds and greens? Push deep purple through the curtains and into the dark, where colours fade and my dreams cease to be. © Nicole Lyons
The Good Girls Are Always Found
I have broken my own bones, splintered them and placed them into bags, dozens of bags of me, and I have thrown them from the windows of speeding cars in hope that you will find me after the crash, somewhere where the good girls would never go, littered between back alleys in the dark parts, … Continue reading The Good Girls Are Always Found
