The Outside Doesn’t Match The In

at these worlds
inside my head,
these words
beneath my tongue.
whisper me
your secrets and I
will build beauty
from your pain
as if I was
a craftsman,
an artist,
more than
a lying fool.

© Nicole Lyons 2017

When we were kids

we lived
in small town

on the hills,
and the purest air

our lives were set
to sunsets on old
school watches

second hands
worn from work

with peach pies
for shy neighbours

life was
sweet when
we were simple

but so it goes
how simple
is complicated

and filth
can climb

© Nicole Lyons 2017

Marshmallows and Misunderstandings

If my mind
should ever
eat all of me,
please remember
the girl
I tried to be.

© Nicole Lyons 2017

Hush is now available worldwide

Hush is now available worldwide through Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Booktopia, and The Book Depository. You can also contact most indie and chain bookstores and have them order a copy in for you. I hope you love it. Thank you again for your support.

Purchase your signed copy of HUSH here

HUSH written by Nicole Lyons, is a searing collection of poems that takes the reader on an emotional ride, through the tunnel of mental illness and reckless love. Nicole Lyons’ voice undulates from pain to ecstasy, at breakneck speed. Erotic, soulful and authentic, Nicole has written a raw memoir encapsulated in poems. Stepping off the cliff, delving into HUSH, readers will find themselves breathless and wanting more.

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Have a peek at some of the early reviews here.

The Souls I Keep


The moon is full, the night alive;
the ones I love are hidden inside.
Upon blazing stars wishes are kissed,
and memories cursed from burning lips.
On this night a great fire blazes,
calling witches forth to take their places.
The moon is full, the night is wild,
the day is young for the smiling child.
The day is young, never need for sleep,
within the company of the souls I keep.

© Nicole Lyons 2017

I Once Was New


My body has been used;
tossed to the ground
to wipe away indiscretions,
and the grinding filth
of lying whores.

My heart has been starved;
cupped in sweaty palms
to ease burdens,
and the murky hypocrisy
of righteous men.

My spirit has been wrung;
pulled inside of fists
to stretch truths,
and the sour hesitation
of bitter regret.

My soul has been worn;
placed upon rails
to catch tears,
and the heavy wetness
of desperate sins.

© Nicole Lyons 2017