Sometime In The Mourning

Sometime In The Mourning

And I am looking for healing within the hands of a woman who claims she still sees all the colours I have felt fading from somewhere deep inside of me. And I am searching for clarity within the hands of a woman who claims she still sees all the light I have felt dimming from [...]

Nothing More

I would have loved nothing more than to leave you gracefully, but those matches I had hidden in my back pocket were yearning to be struck as I had been stricken with guilt and buried underneath your lies somewhere in the bottom of your soul, next to the misfortune you carried and scrawled into the [...]

July

I think I saw you again in the moonlight tonight, and I swear I could taste the hints of it all: the moment June whispered her goodbye and July roared in on the cusp of thunder, dripping in memories rained down on my door. It’s all just a little bit beautiful, a whole lot lonely, [...]

The Hard Part of the Night

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 [...]

Motel Nine

Motel Nine

Come a little closer, darling. I want to see your legs just one last time, at the moment when you finally decide to cross them. I want to see you bat his name from your eyes, at the moment when the tears spill down your cheeks. I want to see you clench your fists on [...]

On Poetry #4

I wouldn't call myself a poetry whore, but there is something about a well-placed comma that really revs my engine.     © Nicole Lyons 2018

Game Night

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? [...]

Smoke & Mirrors

Hold a mirror up to me and I will hold one up to you, and we can kiss your pretty lies and fuck my ugly truth. © Nicole Lyons 2018

On Poetry #2

    Plagiarism is the tool of a coward and a fool. © Nicole Lyons 2018

Remember This

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 [...]