Poetry is the loveliest art, it has a wretched way of revealing our own character when we think we are judging the poet's. © Nicole Lyons 2016
Perhaps it wasn’t only my hair he had knotted in his fist; for upon my release I found my mind had been pulled as if it had knees on which I would beg as I crawled toward him, neck deep in a pool of silver and my name; reaching to cling to the tip of [...]
Our voices are powerful. Our words hold energy, and when we release them, we cast our energy out in to the world to breach seawalls and break borders. Make no mistake; it will be our words that leave the echo of our intent. © Nicole Lyons 2017
The remains of the day softly settled on her skin She sat reflecting while her heart let stars come in With these stars came dark of night, twisting all her thoughts A crescent moon scarring black canvas, a reminder of her flaws Staring at the luminous scar floating oh so high, she saw beauty shining [...]
He lit my world up and left me stumbling through darkness. Find me in nocturnal places, feeding loneliness into hungry hearts. © Nicole Lyons 2017
I love the heavy ones. I feel the loud ones. And I am the chaotic ones. The ones who scream to be heard over their own raging thoughts, while the boring ones tell them to hush... Those are my people.