N.B. : Writing

Joy to the World

Joy to the World

A Poem by N.B.


I hate this f*****g houseThese people all but deadThe tree looks niceBut it'd look nicerIf I was hanging by my f*****g headI like this glassIt's serve..
Where I Go

Where I Go

A Poem by N.B.


Where thoughts go to festerWhere wounds go to healWhere the world is made a child's toyWhere all is but too realGive me silenceWhere desire goes to du..
Unscrew

Unscrew

A Poem by N.B.


My dark eyes unscrewCotton in my earsI'm not hereGhosts stir around meMeUn-moving observerInvisible listenerFrayed wireBroken glassI seeDysfunctionDam..