Love Has Never

Love has never asked to be felt; it has never once bowed its head to kiss my palms or ask me what it would take to make room for it in my soul. Love has never spent a moment gathering my dreams or getting to know me a little bit better; it never once offered … Continue reading Love Has Never

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

In Collapse

Still, I wonder, here in collapse, if I should pick the jagged stones of humility out of my knees, or let them settle in, pushing rough edges into my vulnerability. And if I did, would you see me as divine? © Nicole Lyons 2017

All Of The Cynics Are Left Instead

All of the stars in me are falling all of the waves have breached the banks. All of the hope in me is spiralling, all of the hate has been given thanks. All of the love in me is aching, all of the pain has come to dance, all of the light in me is … Continue reading All Of The Cynics Are Left Instead

Autumn Winds and Grey Skies

When autumn winds have stolen summer’s last kiss I will find you again in my dreams; over and over past thousands of Thursdays, until I can meet you under grey skies and flaming trees. © Nicole Lyons 2017

Fancy Meeting You Here

Sometimes the memories become too much, and I wonder if you have locked me away as I have you. And if every now and again I begin kicking through the walls of your mind, overwhelming you, and if I do I wonder if you quietly surrender, or if you furiously gasp for air when the … Continue reading Fancy Meeting You Here

Syllable by Syllable

And sometimes these words, they save me, but sometimes, most times, they kill me, syllable by fucking syllable, they rip me to shreds. © Nicole Lyons 2017