6/10/2016 1 Comment Three poems by Nicole LyonsIn All That I Am If I could draw a blade across my wrist to show you that my veins clog with the sludge of ugliness, you would never again ask me, “Why are you so tired?” If I could crack open my skull to free my mind, you would see that it is not splintered by madness but rather patched together with clarity, you would never again ask me to swallow poison. If I could rip this body open to show you the raw red wounds that have been lashed onto my soul by every inhumane atrocity this world has endured, you would never again ask me, “Why are you so sad?” Instead, your accusing eyes demand simple words to simpler questions that the simplest minds can process. And in all that I am, simple I am not. The Feast of The Fools I heard your siren call, and I calmed my wolves. Their great paws unleashing claws on the earth, biding their time, scratching their vengeance. My pack is fierce, and hungry. They feast on the lies of the self-righteous. They eat the dreams of the sanctimonious. And they swallow the pride of the selfish. Yes, we heard your siren call, and we’re coming for dinner. The Wanderers If you happen to stumble upon a wanderer, unlock the door and welcome them in; but do so knowing that they’re only there to rest their feet. Don’t offer to unpack their bags, instead fill them to brimming and leave them beside the back door, uncluttered and easy to reach. Stoke the fire, put the kettle on, and guard your heart; it’s passion and pain that nurture the unsettled. Embrace them for the moment, delight in their tales, and commit them to memory... when the sun rises they’ll be gone, pack full of hearts, soul bursting with restlessness, leaving you incredibly richer, and devastatingly poorer, all at the same time. Bio: Born and raised in Beautiful British Columbia, Nicole Lyons is a hippie at heart who lives a good life. A lover of words, she has spent the last three years writing stories for others, and is now pursuing her dream of writing for herself. In her former life Nicole used her voice as an advocate for mental health awareness, as a speaker for a Canadian non profit that focuses on suicide prevention, but now she writes the words she was never allowed to say. Nicole is currently sorting through her thoughts, writing them down, and getting set for publication of her first book of poetry.
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Shelly Miller
6/11/2016 03:15:02 pm
Love your poem "In All That I Am". Open and honest.....
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