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

Fuck You, Darling

Forgive me, darling. I still struggle to put you into words; how ridiculously arrogant of me. To think I could ever hope to grace this world with your light when all I have to give is empty lines and a devastated heart. Fuck you, darling, for taking my soul when you left. Nicole Lyons 2018

That One Summer

I had yet to feel your sweat on my neck, but I knew I loved you already. Like red roses pulling yellow streaks, and green thumbs dipped in sugar, I loved you. Like desperate phone calls made to lonely operators in the middle of the night, just this side of the beach, I loved you. … Continue reading That One Summer

Stories Like Her

They write stories about women like her, the kind of women who smell like smoke and secrets, taste like whiskey neat and ache, always ache, for last call; the stories that are burned inside of memories and outside of libraries, the kind of stories that make even the driest bones wet and the holiest knees … Continue reading Stories Like Her

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. Β© Nicole Lyons 2018

On Poetry #2

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

Twenty Eighteen

I want to love harder and hotter than I ever have before, and I want it to bend me in passion until winter breaks into spring. I want to find inspiration along roads I have never thought to travel, and I want to feel peace in the waters I have never waded in. I want … Continue reading Twenty Eighteen