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
Tag: poetry in motion
Mostly Dead Ones
You with the goddess heart and cemetery soul, of course, you are a dragon now. Every ghost you have ever loved has salted the earth with their comings and with their goings again. Breathe, woman, breathe! Wrath and fire will shoo the dead to cultivate the love. © Nicole Lyons 2018
Walking With Angels
She peddled her promises, and a story so sad, I gathered angels to sing her praises. Even the devil took a beat to cock his head and listen in admiration. But a hook that high, blazing through the night, could never bring down the sun, so I shrugged my shoulders and I heard the devil … Continue reading Walking With Angels
Someone
I want someone to taste the misery on my lips, someone to sit next to my shattered self-worth and feel the possibility of me becoming beautiful. I want someone who understands that rainy days and misty nights make for splendid scenery, who would build me a home in the middle of an everlasting rainstorm, always … Continue reading Someone
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
It’s Only Poetry
If they ask how I was able to turn pain into beauty and bring their darkness to the light, tell them it was only poetry. Don’t tell them how your name still swirled under my tongue no matter how many times I fought to swallow it. Don’t tell them about the nights I spent locked … Continue reading It’s Only Poetry
On Poetry #3
Poetry is the loveliest art, it has a wretched way of revealing our own character when we think we are judging the poet's. © Nicole Lyons 2016
