I have missed you and our time together, and I want you to know that I am sorry our paths took us in different directions and never really left a moment for us to consider how that happened anyway. I wish life and old promises had a reset button, I’d push that button until my … Continue reading The Old Friend
Tag: Lessons Learned
Game Night
Lines cut, lines crossed highs hit, friends lost Move left, slither right hands up, blindside Is it all just a game played in good jest, or does luck play a hand in sinking the rest? Is it all just a game determined by fate, or will you be the one left to sit in checkmate? … Continue reading Game Night
The Red Queen
For Shawna, may your scarlet crown always blind the fools; never forget who you are and what you deserve. The Red Queen She has stood before the greatest men and they have knelt within her fires. She forged herself a scarlet crown from each of their desires. She never kept them kneeling, always thanked them … Continue reading The Red Queen
I Was Here
I will not tread lightly. I want you to know, by the quake in your bones and the falter of your step, that I was here before you, and I fought valiantly. © Nicole Lyons 2017
Bursting Pure And Blooming
Landlocked and scraping my belly in the depths of their apologies, I learned to hold my breath in an ocean of abandonment. The bitter taste of sunny days danced upon my tongue, twisting with the weeds of their neglect before I swallowed them, and felt the tear of my lungs bursting pure, and blooming the … Continue reading Bursting Pure And Blooming
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
Screaming At The Moon – Jason King
I'm standing outside....smoking a cigarette....it's dark....it's cold....I'm pulling my leather jacket around me....trying to keep warm....it's not going to help....the sky is perfectly clear....so many stars out tonight....it brings back memories....those damned things....I'm a child....possibly five....six....I'm down in Tennessee with my father....it's dark like tonight....we are standing on the edge of a field....he shows me … Continue reading Screaming At The Moon – Jason King
