I drink and I scream and I curse the stars, and still you are here, blaring in my fucking veins. Nicole Lyons 2017
A Cosmic Disappointment
Tag: Poetry Lovers
Fancy Meeting You Here
Sometimes the memories become too much, and I wonder if you have locked me away as I have you. And if every now and again I begin kicking through the walls of your mind, overwhelming you, and if I do I wonder if you quietly surrender, or if you furiously gasp for air when the … Continue reading Fancy Meeting You Here
Muted Grape and Spiced Wine
I hang suspended, hot inside the cool tones of muted grape dreams, where the reds of a spiced wine seep past my lips to dance upon yours. You are beautiful, in the hues of my passion, and I could be beautiful beneath you, in foreign lands, and within your secrets, until I come home reeking … Continue reading Muted Grape and Spiced Wine
Close To Inside
I want you here, almost inside, but it was his words that reached below my surface, those fucking words that crawled inside of me, and carved our names into the walls of my secrets. I’ve almost got you here, close to inside, and when I close the door behind you, it will be his darkest … Continue reading Close To Inside
The Red Queen
For Shawna, may your scarlet crown always blind the fools; never forget who you are and what you deserve. The Red Queen She has stood before the greatest men and they have knelt within her fires. She forged herself a scarlet crown from each of their desires. She never kept them kneeling, always thanked them … Continue reading The Red Queen
To Stitch A Soul
I am a lover of words and tragically beautiful things, poor timing and longing, and all things with soul, and I wonder if that means I am entirely broken, or if those are the things that have been keeping me whole. © Nicole Lyons 2017
Ladders
They build ladders from my spine and they climb and they fall and they break me, and then they climb again. © Nicole Lyons 2017
