I Won’t Always Be Me

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 [...]

A Cosmic Disappointment

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

Pandering

Sometimes I feel as if I am pandering to savages, sealing my soul and selling it for an innocent kiss or a quick fix. And then I push and I shove, and I make my way to the front of the line to buy it all back from the wasted souls who look an awful [...]

The Keeper of Time

The Keeper of Time

I swear to God, I am not proud of it, this wishing and unwishing, how I keep wishing and unwishing for more, as if that could make nothing become something, or turn something back into nothing, or take them all away, and leave me with maybe. This wishing and unwishing is killing me. If I [...]

Bring Your Wishes

Bring Your Wishes

It is empty in here. This place that once felt the fire of falling stars is now cold in his fading light. So I shall invite you in and ask you to bring your wishes, and perhaps the both of us will burst like suns again.   © Nicole Lyons 2017

Under Your Bed

Under Your Bed

I have loved as I have never been loved, and in loving as I have never been, I have held the hands of gods and laid weeping before the closed fists of disappointment dripping with my own blood and barely skimming forgiveness. Perhaps it will come to me, this love, a love, beneath your bed, [...]

I Told Him No

I Told Him No

He told me how brave I was, writing my story into a sea of stigma, how my words, my voice, would break waves and save souls, a lighthouse for the mentally ill, the distraught, the unloved. I told him no. He told me how beautiful I was, smiling sadly with eyes like burnt moons hiding [...]

Her Belt

Her Belt

I wonder if she thought of me when she cinched her belt, and if she had to punch extra holes in the leather before she did it, and if it was real leather or as fake as we were. I wonder these things, and quickly follow up my wondering with more, like why I am [...]

In Collapse

Still, I wonder, here in collapse, if I should pick the jagged stones of humility out of my knees, or let them settle in, pushing rough edges into my vulnerability. And if I did, would you see me as divine? © Nicole Lyons 2017

All Of The Cynics Are Left Instead

All of the stars in me are falling all the waves have breached the banks. All of the hope in me is spiralling, all the hate has been given thanks.   All of the love in me is aching, all the pain has come to dance. All of the light in me is flickering, all [...]