The Hard Part of the Night

You left me to hold the hard parts of our life and the night, and I still try to mute the sound of my own heart breaking, but it breaks again and again, over and over until the shards of it climb from my chest and pull my lungs from my throat, my lungs that … Continue reading The Hard Part of the Night

Love on Demand

I don’t think you ever knew how much I loved you, or how I pressed these poems between my teeth or my heart, all depending on the day or the weather and whether or not you decided to take my calls or drown me out. I don’t think I ever knew how much I wanted … Continue reading Love on Demand

On the Outskirts of My Mind and a City in Northern BC

I am still here writing shitty poetry and you were bought like art and gone like fleeting moments that mean nothing until after you move on. I closed my mouth and tasted our lies, opened it again to raise my voice and I watched it climb over you. I wrote to you after I left, … Continue reading On the Outskirts of My Mind and a City in Northern BC

Reader’s Favorite Book Reviews – I Am A World of Uncertainties Disguised As A Girl

Reviewed by Rosie Malezer for Readers' Favorite I Am A World Of Uncertainties Disguised As A Girl is an incredible embodiment of emotion, expressed through prose and poetry, and written by Nicole Lyons. The shuddering impact each verse creates in the soul of the reader is profound, dealing in various embattled reactions to situations in … Continue reading Reader’s Favorite Book Reviews – I Am A World of Uncertainties Disguised As A Girl

A Cosmic Disappointment

I drink and I scream and I curse the stars, and still you are here, blaring in my fucking veins. Nicole Lyons 2017

Most Days

I don’t know if I will ever know the truth of us, and what could have been, what should have been, what will never be. But I do know I loved you and I think you may have loved me too, and most days that is enough. Nicole Lyons 2017

Robbing Air

I don’t want to live this life anymore, but you are pinks and deep hues, the tangerine clouds behind sunsets that giggle and puff themselves into the shape of my mother, when she slouched proudly against the cupboards that robbed my air. You are the pink of her that opened the doors on their mothers … Continue reading Robbing Air