Isis Lyons
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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 3 years 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 3 years 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 3 years 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 3 years 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 3 years ago in Motivation
The Grate X
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. “Everything is so gloomy… at least that’s how everything feels. What a sad, lonely, and lifeless place this is. They say they keep us here for our protection, but they only want to strip us from the truth.” Trees are hanging over the coast, and she watches the water rush into the sand. I walk towards her, I rub her shoulder softly; it’s just my way of comforting her. “No need to get gushy on me now, Zavius.” I rub my head, not sure what to respond with. “I agree we deserve to be free, but there’s danger out there, Monica. We’ve seen it ourselves; we know they’re not lying about the Grate X.”
By Isis Lyons 3 years ago in Horror
Trew
*BANG* *BANG* “I’LL GET THE DOOR, MOMMY!” I run to the door and I slide my fuzzy socks against the sleek, white wood floor. Right before I turn the doorknob I feel my shirt being yanked, “Hey.” I grunt, “You know better than to open the door when I’m not around.” My mom scolds me. I roll my eyes.
By Isis Lyons 3 years ago in Families
