Let Old Bones Lie – Nicole Lyons

Flashback poem

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I never could tell
if it was my body
or my mind
he ached to strip.

He had a weakness
for pretty disasters
and ugly tragedies.
The cut
of his tongue
sliced through both.

Colors exploded
into me, violent
shades of him,
striking my soul.

                                      Hush
                                      your quaking
                                      heart,
                                      we have many
                                      things to see.

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Remember This

I will unwrap all of me
and lay myself naked
at your door,
but remember this:
I will bite back.
With every promise
you have broken
and every lie
you have told,
I will bite back.
But if you would meet me,
naked and aching,
I would give back every promise
I have broken
and swallow every lie
I have told.
I would give back,
everything I have sworn
and the little I have left,
to the one brave enough
to bare their filthy soul
next to mine.

© Nicole Lyons 2017

Subjective – Introducing Matthew D Eayre

The reblog seems to be hiding so please do click here to read Matt’s gorgeous piece on SD today.

Constant Muses Cover Reveal

A beautiful book announcement

Kindra M. Austin

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Constant Muses is a collection of poems and prose available tomorrow on Amazon.

Thank you to my Kindred Spirit for turning my mother’s old photograph into a beautiful tribute.

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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 brought to my shores.
I won’t always live passionately.
Sometimes I will hide, and I will cry,
and the blackness from my soul will darken
the gardens of love
you have planted at my door.
I won’t always be me.
Sometimes I will be the very thing
I have been fighting against,
and it will swallow me, and it will laugh,
and I will climb out of the depths of it all
to meet you gently, and kindly,
and passionately again.

© Nicole Lyons 2017

 

 

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Eavesdropping on an Anarchist’s Monologue at the Post Office – Introducing Josh Dale

Josh Dale, everyone. Enough said!

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Here you are,
fumbling for change in your early 60’s,
to get the fucking technology to work
Shouldn’t you be in Orlando with a beer gut?

(Copy machine fails to cooperate)

Corporate America, pssh!
I’m minding my own business at the kiosk,
listening to the Republicans taking over shit for the next 30 years.
Are you an anarchist, sir?
Or have you been left behind?
Fucking Americans, wake up!
Mid. Term. Elections. Are. The. Most. Important.
I do want to vote,
will you, honestly, dear sir?

(He’s still fumbling around with an early 00’s copy machine)

I know the woman mailing Christmas
heard your fucking shit and goddamn Democrats.
I did,
and I’m not even trying to, sir.

Will you throw your torch into the pyre
or is that asking too much?
You’ve had your whole life to tear the system…

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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 hit my window
and sliced its way through the mountains of maybe next time
I won’t hurt myself, but for now just cut these colours
easy enough to taste something less bitter than I am.
It never heard that. It never listened to the way I could gulp and howl
under the light of a full moon, a new moon, of any moon,
of a sick and sculpted summer moon that hung above the grime
I pretended not to notice. It never heard that. It never listened
to my voice calling out from the dark when every last light in me
had been dimmed, it never came to chase the shadows or the monsters
that waited to lunge the second the lights went out.
It was never there to shine hope into my darkened heart or hear the cries
of my soiled soul. It never heard that. I never knew that silence
with you whispered the most extraordinary tales, and sitting
in the way of sunsets with you shifted the ugly inside of me,
and burst beautiful rays into the dark of my eyes.
I don’t want to remember who I was when I was without you,
but I do, and I will, and perhaps remembering how cold it was in the dark
will never let me forget how I can hear the warmth in the light.

© Nicole Lyons 2017

‘She Will Rise’ Shirts

So the brilliant Human Unlimited has designed a gorgeous t-shirt with my quote on it and I am super stoked! The shirt sold out on the first day last week but a Surprise shipment has been added today and this one includes youth sizes. Check it out!

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Surface Dweller – 1Wise-Woman

This is a gorgeous piece, all fire and power.

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Prison of promises
Delusions for the damned
Lies and betrayal
Death comes in intervals
Layer upon layer
Until all that is left are
Living dead
Shuffling round my head
Knocking at the door
Needing more
Offering less
Say you will save me
Whispering I love you
Behind my back
Fingers crossed
Soul stealer
Contradictions collect
In cranial crevices
Where absurdity blurs
Redundant reality
Devil keeps me company
Tap tap tapping claws
On protruding spine
Reciting rhymes
Psalms of sacrifice
Fracturing fault lines
Interrupting time
Minutia mocks me
Days become weeks
Become months
Become hell on earth
Eroded
Dusted eyes
Search ashen skies
Stifling cries
Regurgitated hope
Assures every ending
Begets a new beginning
Rueful rebirth
I’m waiting
Gunpowder on my breath
Surface dwellers
Feign faith
While I die my last death


[1Wise-Woman: “I am living, fighting, and thriving with mental illness and chronic disease and a need…

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A Nicole Lyons Book Giveaway

I’m having a Goodreads Giveaway

Goodreads Book Giveaway

I Am A World Of Uncertainties Disguised As A Girl by Nicole  Lyons

I Am A World Of Uncertainties Disguised As A Girl

by Nicole Lyons

Giveaway ends December 11, 2017.

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