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, … Continue reading July

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

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 … Continue reading Motel Nine

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

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

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

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 … Continue reading Remember This

I Won’t Always Be Me

I won’t always walk gently. Sometimes I will stomp, and I will rage, and my footsteps will shake the mountains of love you have heaped upon my earth. I won’t always speak kindly. Sometimes I will spit, and I will scream, and the venom from my tongue will poison the oceans of love you have … Continue reading I Won’t Always Be Me

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