Isis Lyons
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Letter to my X
It wasn’t just one word that hurt me; it’s been the series of words that’s been building up to this moment. You are incapable of loving yourself, so I was a fool to actually think you loved me. I’m done taking the blame, I’m done taking on the shame, I’m over speaking your name and I’m finished with loving a lame. I’m not even sad, because this shit happened way too many times for me to even care. I never had a thought in my mind that this would last forever because nothing does. I was hoping it wouldn’t end like this, but it did. Now I feel liberated, angry, and pissed. I’m not hurt because I got to experience love in its purest form. I saw the best in you, but you never saw it in yourself. Since you never saw it in yourself, you never saw it in me. It’s sad to say that I had to leave, but maybe this was for the both of us.
By Isis Lyons 10 months ago in Confessions
Yacumama
Prologue The Mother of Water “Let’s go canoeing” he said, “It’ll be fun” he said. Sweat drips down from every part of my body; the humidity is excessive and passing out would be a great relief right now. Before we got onto this stupid canoe we walked for an hour and a half through the forest and we came across scary, nasty insects; I think I even saw a snake. Even though we had no clue where we were going, Kai was extremely eager to get to a waterfall. When we finally found one, we also found this canoe… We don’t know who it belongs to or if it’s even stable enough to carry us both. I’ve been quiet this entire time because I promised Kai I wouldn’t complain, but I can’t help that I feel this way. Kai’s being dangerous and I’ve never seen this side of him before. It has me concerned; I can’t be the rational one because we’d just get into an argument about me complaining. Men… All they want to do is be right; they’re not even close to reasonable. They consider themselves logical, but knowing a lot of information doesn’t make you smart. Having common sense, and a sense of intuition is what's going to keep you alive. “Kai, do you really think this is a good idea?” Kai ignores me as he continues to row the canoe down the small waterfall. I hold on for dear life, hoping this won’t be the end of us. As we make it down the stream, water splashes on the both of us. This is a sweet relief considering how hot and humid it is out here. “How fun was that?” Kai grins, I give him a slight smirk. Worry still lives inside of me; I don’t know what’s to come… We could fall down a longer, more dangerous waterfall. We could run into a lion, tiger or cheetah… We could die and he has the nerve to ask me “how fun is this?” Not very fun if you ask me.
By Isis Lyons 11 months ago in Fiction
When Times Are Rough.
What I Choose ~ Taylor Hall This song allowed me to see the light at the end of the tunnel; it helped me realize how important it is to experience the positive moment even when times are rough. This song gave me the ability to see that the dark times in our lives are necessary for growth. Without hard and dark times we wouldn’t appreciate the lighter, more loving times in our lives. I discovered this song at a time when I felt like things were out of my control. Which they were, but I do have a choice whether to allow certain aspects of life to ruin my day or I can fixate on the things that are going well for me. It’s what I choose.
By Isis Lyons 11 months ago in Beat
Sun
The agitating heat blazes through my skin with one slight touch. This is the end of everything; this is the end of us. I peek outside our window and I see no one in sight.. No cars, no animals, no people. If we can’t bear to be in the sun what in the world will we do? “Daddy, I want to go outside.” My eight year old daughter, Angelica, cries. “Go in your room and play with your dolls, Gel.” She rolls her eyes and stomps into the backroom. It breaks my heart to see her world crumble.
By Isis Lyons 11 months ago in Fiction
Angelica
Angelica May 15 I lean against the cold metal railing; the breeze hits my melanin skin as I look up to the sky and pray over my lover and I. Worry fills my aura as I think about all of the secrets Angelica may be hiding from me. On the outside everything seems fine, but we both know nothing has been the same ever since she’s taken on this new career. I’m not going to lie, knowing she’s been working with a man one on one everyday for the past three months has been killing me from the inside out. I understand she’s an amazing editorial writer, but to pay her one hundred dollars an hour for eight hours seems a little excessive. I push myself away from the railing and I make my way to one of our outside cushions. As I plop down, I feel a heaviness in my stomach.. And now she’s talking about doing overtime.
By Isis Lyons 12 months ago in Fiction
Just Like You
Dear, Moon You bring out the me I choose not to see. You bring my darkness to light; sometimes when this happens I don’t like what I see. Does all of me hold enough quality? Is the love that I seek seeking me? Is my dark side too much for the love of my life? Am I capable of being anyone's wife? I really would like to know. Should I put on a show? Should I pretend I never feel low? Should I put on a face that says everything’s okay? Should I say whatever they want me to say? Or should I be like you? Shine bright when I feel like lighting the night sky. Fade away when I’m called to flee away. You and I are no different. People stop to stare at me too; only I don’t know if it’s because I’m beautiful or just simply a fool. They say “wow look at you”, but to me they just stare like they have no clue. Sometimes I wish I were more like you. You probably don’t care what they think and how they view you. I want to be just like you.
By Isis Lyons about a year ago in Poets
Just Be
I had a dream that felt fleeting; I remember bits and pieces but I didn’t quite catch the point until later that day. The dream was filled with random individuals that considered me as their friend. I’d say they were pretty great friends considering I’d forget their names every ten seconds and they’d remind me every single time. We were outside in a circle and they were talking about something but I couldn’t catch on because I was living in my head the entire time. I couldn’t tell you what I was thinking at that moment but what I can tell you is when I woke up I felt miserable. Not only because a phone call is what woke me up but also because I’ve been feeling worthless this past week. Sleeping was my favorite part of my day.
By Isis Lyons about a year ago in Motivation