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The Bull

A Poem by Nicolas B

Satire

Jazz

A Poem by Nicolas B

The cymbals start to rattle, then follows the pluck of a string.But which is it, the trumpet or the sax, that is king?Each one wails and moans with em..

Let me go

A Poem by Nicolas B

I can’t say the words I want to say to you Because I already know your answers are true You’ve sai..

Asylum

A Poem by Nicolas B

I can’t figure out why I am Nick Ball. Moving as a child must have screwed me up. Either that or all the..

You remind me of my mother

A Poem by Nicolas B

You remind me of my mother Which is bizarre because I wanted you as a lover But now I realize that things were..

Anger

A Poem by Nicolas B

Who doesn't get angry?

Ever Since You

A Poem by Nicolas B

Just me trying to deal with longings for my ex.

All I Want

A Poem by Nicolas B

A short poem I wrote while I was a little mad at the world.