Up In Smoke

This summer has hidden my faults and distorted my memories for a chance at a cool ride on a hot moment deep in the middle of July. And I suppose if the pain in my back and the ache in my bones could be blamed on the weather, then I would surely think that the … Continue reading Up In Smoke

My Heart Breaking Tomorrow

Today my lips are chapped from all of the kisses I have given away, and I can already feel my heart breaking again tomorrow. I have set my soul to repeat every yesterday when the vision I held of myself was still as clear and half as clean as the hope I watched you bury … Continue reading My Heart Breaking Tomorrow

The Curve of Her Wish

Perception is a tricky thing. Sometimes what she believes to be real is nothing more than the sound lonely wishes make when she has wrapped them in defeat and set them loose into a thirsty world. And in those moments, when I am picking her up off the floor again, I wipe her eyes and … Continue reading The Curve of Her Wish

Have I Offended You?

Have I offended you enough? Is today the day when you will type your pedantic verses on the not quite organic paper you were lucky enough to find, buried under last year’s lonely hearts Valentine card stock in a flash Friday two for one sale at Chrissy’s Cuts and dollar bargain free-for-all? Have I offended … Continue reading Have I Offended You?

On Poetry #4

I wouldn't call myself a poetry whore, but there is something about a well-placed comma that really revs my engine.     © Nicole Lyons 2018

Again, Darling

I have torn my wings again, darling and the blisters are raw on my feet, but I will meet you deep in the woods with nothing more than a cold heart and a fiery soul. I have been watching clocks again, darling and how flowers bloom the way seasons die, and I have been waiting … Continue reading Again, Darling

Gutting The Apartment Upstairs

From time to time, the sun will set hot on my memories and leave the cooling to a breeze that swings by my house and kicks my front door down just to tickle my lips and call us square, but I bite my lip when I stand in line, self serving at a checkout, juggling … Continue reading Gutting The Apartment Upstairs