I drink and I scream and I curse the stars, and still you are here, blaring in my fucking veins. Nicole Lyons 2017
A Cosmic Disappointment
Tag: Madness
Unbalanced
I have God in my words and the devil in my ear, and a sister, who keeps telling me to find my magic. © Nicole Lyons 2017
Breaking Beautiful
Show me what it looks like, the beautiful part of the breaking. Describe it to me in a way that lets me feel it down deep where madness decays in my bones. I need to know there's beauty somewhere in all of these pieces so I can believe in something again and know this isn't [...]
Sin Twister & Amnesia – Nicole on OTV Magazine
I am thrilled to be featured on OTV Magazine again today with two poems. Have a peek at Sin Twister and Amnesia.
They take me under, sometimes
I have never seen battles quite as terrifyingly beautiful as the ones I fight when my mind splinters and races, to swallow me into my own madness, again. © Nicole Lyons 2016
Soul Screamer
With all of my love, for Stephanie Bennett-Henry I hear them sometimes when the moon is full She pulls cries from their throats and places them in the waves that break against the shore And they ripple through me when she is new before madness sweeps them back out to sea and I howl [...]
6 words
An Open Letter to My Past – Jay Long
It took me a little time but it finally has come. The gut punch that feels as if it came from the far reaches of the map hitting me squarely. Although our time was short, my love grew quicker than I’d like to admit. Quicker than yours. Deeper than yours. I finally stopped long enough [...]
Fancy Shoes – Stephanie Bennett-Henry
There's not a simple way to explain the process of this sickness disguised trick or treat surprise guessing game. No easy way to help you understand. But I can tell you; these fancy shoes have never felt good. They feel permanent. They feel like forever swirling around in quicksand turning to concrete. Stuck on a [...]
Harnessing The Madness – Jacqueline Cioffa
Harnessing The Madness Don't worry Hush, little mama Dry your acrid, bittersweet, woeful tears Don't you cry, pretty mama Your darling, happy, freckle-face baby is struggling, fevered, and deliriously HOT Oh, okay, go on then Go ahead and cry, little mama Cry those real, big-old-salty tears Enough to fill an ocean Squash [...]
Nicole Lyons 
You must be logged in to post a comment.