The Old Friend

I have missed you and our time together, and I want you to know that I am sorry our paths took us in different directions and never really left a moment for us to consider how that happened anyway. I wish life and old promises had a reset button, I’d push that button until my … Continue reading The Old Friend

The Postman

For my starbrother, Matthew D. Eayre The Postman I don’t even know where to start, ideally it would be sometime after the end of the thing that never had the chance to begin anyway, at least not in this life. It’s a funny thing, to write a letter to someone I have never written a … Continue reading The Postman

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

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 the devil laughed when … 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

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