Becoming

It’s an awesome thing, the becoming
of you, and you are bound
to make them uncomfortable; leave them
to their discomfort, for you,
oh you, blossom beautifully
within their fires.

© Nicole Lyons 2017

Blue Is The Coldest Colour

He is meek within the cracks
of crystalline eyes,
dodging illusions of affection
and the silver strands
of an icy winter web.
Jumping
from star crossing
to star crossing,
searching
for the place where
he once danced,
carefree and cradled,
in the clean warmth
of her azure love.

© Nicole Lyons 2017

Overwhelmingly Underwhelmed

I am super stoked to be on the amazing Sudden Denouement today. I dig this poem.

Source: Overwhelmingly Underwhelmed-Nicole Lyons/The Lithium Chronicles

Love Notes From Humanity

I am so pleased, and very honoured, to be included in Feminine Collective’s newest treasure alongside these amazing writers.

“Curated with love by Feminine Collective, many from this collection have been published on the site since its beginning. Others you will read are new pieces that were written just for this collection.

The writers of these poems are award-winning Authors, Journalists, Bloggers and Activists, while others are previously unknown artists. The voices of the forty-four contributors are diverse. The poems are a collective made from a global community. The authors are from Australia, Canada, Central America, The United Kingdom, The United Arab Emirates, Pakistan, South Africa and The United States.” – SA Smith

From now until March 4, 2017 Feminine Collective will donate 15% of all proceeds of the sale of this book to lifeafterproject.org to aid in their efforts to provide suicide prevention and awareness. If you can’t purchase a copy, please spread the love by sharing this post, this organization does really great things for the mental health community, and i stand with them.

Right now the book is available on Kindle but a print edition will be available and when I know when that is, I’ll do an update. Purchase your copy of Love Notes From Humanity right here, and thank you for supporting an amazing cause while helping support these writers and this collective.

I Love Your Colours

Some of my strongest bonds have been forged with people who have cracked the foundation of my comfort zone. We rarely agree on things like politics and protests, but we do agree that words hold power and art saves lives. We all view life differently; through eyes coloured by our own circumstances, whether those be selfish or selfless. Perhaps our sense of morality or duty dictates how we live our lives. For some of us, a deep spiritual awareness is the center of our world while logic and reason rule for others, and who are we to judge one another for how we view the world? You see, my shades of grey look nothing like theirs and for that I am grateful, because they have painted my world beautiful with all of their brilliant colours. And had they all lived in this world looking through eyes exactly like mine my foundation would still be solid, but I wouldn’t.

© Nicole Lyons 2017

Today is my Goddam Birthday – Dori Owen

I received a card stating this a few years ago and found it amusing enough to become my birthday theme. I am not really prone to random profane statements on my own.

Do not even think about asking me how old I am. I would never tell you, anyway. I am young enough to be reckless and take crazy chances―but old enough to make fairly good choices when necessary.

I an quite practiced at creating my own birthday celebrations. Ten days after Christmas is not the most opportune day for people to get into a festive party mood. My family still gives me gifts wrapped in Christmas paper. Most of my friends forget this day is my birthday. I certainly do not blame them. Enough already with the holidays this time of year. I can always picture the thought bubbles above my brothers’ heads, “Oh, gawd, it’s her birthday. We need to do something.” Actually just leaving me by myself to run amuck is a good something to me. I crave the solace of selfish days alone with no responsibilities or obligations. Although I will admit to wishing for a summer birthday when I was a kid.

But I like my birthday now. To me, it represents the start of a new year. A blank canvas effect. A chance to have some do-overs from the previous year and an opportunity to think of lofty goals for the next year. Most years I say I am going to become a prolific writer. There are an infinite amount of stories inside me all waiting for their turn to be told. Some years I ponder a book.

Last year I painted some of my best pieces, this year I’m going to paint even more. I am also going to:

▪Be kinder to others.
▪Nurture my friendships.
▪…and have much more patience with my aging mother.

On this fine birthday I am going to sleep in, take a nap, eat my favorite foods, and buy myself a few presents that I probably cannot afford. This would be the reckless me.

Because today is my godamm birthday.

© Dori Owen 2017

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Dori Owen is an infamous artist, writer, zealous activist and admitted Crazy Girl. She is a columnist on Feminine Collective and an editor on the The Lithium Chronicles. All she wants is a pony for her birthday. To read more of Dori’s brilliant words, check out her column on Feminine Collective.

If I Could – Nicole on FC

A huge thank you to Julie Anderson and Feminine Collective for publishing one of my most personal pieces today. I wrote this one quite awhile back in response to people dismissing my illness.

If I Could

At First Thought – Matthew D. Eayre

 

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The very first time your eyes met mine, there was a promise made, a guarantee given from my mind to yours that there will never be a day that I forget this moment.

 

There will never be a time when this moment means less because your eyes sing to mine like Etta James on a slow southern night, your eyes are the stars shining in the clearest night. There was a promise made, and I agreed without reservation or consideration, without a moment’s hesitation,

 

I agreed to live the rest of my life knowing

for an absolute fact

that love is real,

love is meant for me,

that the one person

that I truly need is you.

 

The promise was made, and I have never felt one second of remorse, not one thought of regret, I promised to always understand what it meant in all those fairytales, when the eyes meet and it was forever love at first sight… We get this one right.

No matter what has happened and no matter how our lives have twisted we have that moment, and we both believe in that moment, our eyes met at last and we knew it was home, that we were home.

And all of our pains and our troubles have stayed with us and our fears and our worries have never went, and our lives have not been easy, but every day when I look at you, here’s your coffee, here’s me leaving,

your eyes open and ask me again for a promise of forever and I cannot let you look away without falling to your hands,

I promise,

I will never see you

as less than

everything I need.

I promise,

I will give you every idea and motivation of mine, my dreams will wrap around your dreams until they become we and together you and I will face everything. I have willingly given you my entirety with every look and every word and all the moments

where I see your eyes

and hear Etta James

and we dance

to the music

in our minds and hearts.

 

You had me at the first look, the first breath. You have me with every look and breath since, until I am no more,

Because you make the same promise to me, every time I look at you.

 

matt

 

Matthew D. Eayre is a writer living in Denver with his wife and children. Refusing to exist as only one thing, he works as a supervisor in a delivery company while pursuing his BA in Accounting and chasing his dreams of making his voice heard in the world.

You can connect find more of Matthew’s stunning words at Matthew D. Eayre, Poetry of Monsters and on Instagram.

Purchase a copy of his extraordinary book here.

 

The Colour of Us

Colour of us

 

Thank you to Feminine Collective for publishing this piece.

The colour of us

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Water is wet and grass is green and
we are us… until it isn’t… and we aren’t…
anymore.

And that’s how it was, he and I, right
from the start: peas and carrots,
sand and surf, heaven and hell.

We were the late night phone calls that went straight
to voicemail, the last light in the window
when all other doors were locked.

We were voracious laughter muffling horrified screams.
We were bodies twisted in ecstasy and minds broken in
angst. We were psych stays and breakdowns, pills popped
and death threats, sirens wailing and holding cells.

We were life, on a September morning, and death on
an April night. And in our own minds we were golden.

©Nicole Lyons 2016