Like Sin & Spring

I wear her name like sin, wispy and swirling like the hem of summer dresses biting the inside of my thighs. I wear her moans like spring, heavy and wet like coats dripping why down the back of my neck. I splash in the puddles of her, the pools of her like spring and summer, … Continue reading Like Sin & Spring

Twenty Eighteen

I want to love harder and hotter than I ever have before, and I want it to bend me in passion until winter breaks into spring. I want to find inspiration along roads I have never thought to travel, and I want to feel peace in the waters I have never waded in. I want … Continue reading Twenty Eighteen

On Poetry – #1

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

In Crimson Screams

I wonder what a quiet mind, full of light, would feel like; and if my memories could grow cold, or if you would turn hot, outside of the whispers in the shadows you have only ever known as home. Softly now, my darling. Darkness has withered the walls of this place, and it is heavy … Continue reading In Crimson Screams

She is a Storm

Gently now, wild one. This world can only handle so many storms, and you have struck this one with your lightning and painted the walls of it with your thunder. Gently now, wild one. Let them catch their breath. © Nicole Lyons 2017

I Won’t Always Be Me

I won’t always walk gently. Sometimes I will stomp, and I will rage, and my footsteps will shake the mountains of love you have heaped upon my earth. I won’t always speak kindly. Sometimes I will spit, and I will scream, and the venom from my tongue will poison the oceans of love you have … Continue reading I Won’t Always Be Me

It Never Heard That

I don’t want to remember exactly how I was or who I was before you, and I know that isn’t what this world wants to hear, but it never listened to the beat of my broken heart or caught the pain in my eyes anyway. It never heard the way I hated myself when dawn … Continue reading It Never Heard That