Peculiar Sing-song Whispers

My world has come crashing down again, but from the foot of my bed and far beyond the gates of my garden I hear you, calling to me, in peculiar sing-song whispers that keep me awake and believing we could walk away from this disaster every time we kiss, or carve our names into the … Continue reading Peculiar Sing-song Whispers

Light Show

I hope this life decides to be kind to you, I hope it rings your bells and sets off fireworks in your name. I hope you’re a fucking light show. But if my hopes fall short and you are left in the dark, I hope you know you are loved, and I hope you know … Continue reading Light Show

Game Night

Lines cut, lines crossed highs hit, friends lost Move left, slither right hands up, blindside Is it all just a game played in good jest, or does luck play a hand in sinking the rest? Is it all just a game determined by fate, or will you be the one left to sit in checkmate? … Continue reading Game Night

On Poetry #3

Poetry is the loveliest art, it has a wretched way of revealing our own character when we think we are judging the poet's. © Nicole Lyons 2016

A slip of Heaven

I have seen sinners saved from bloody knees, and heard angels sing from holy things. But you, my love, are the bells that ring, in a heathen's choir when the devil sings. © Nicole Lyons 2017

On Poetry – #1

There are many things you can lie your way through; poetry is not one of them. © Nicole Lyons 2017

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

Most Days

I don’t know if I will ever know the truth of us, and what could have been, what should have been, what will never be. But I do know I loved you and I think you may have loved me too, and most days that is enough. Nicole Lyons 2017

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

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.