Shouting blister burns
through teeth,
green with envy
and stained black,
the bitter coffee blood
that pumps the soul.
Breathing silent gasps
through teeth,
smiling subtly,
and shrouded gates,
the hurdle to a heart
that pumps the soul.
I am the best thing you've never heard of.
I hold a Bachelor's in English, History and Secondary Education, and a Master's in English: Creative Writing, though my appearance belies intelligence.
My goal in life is to write and to be read. It's a modest stretch by most imaginations.
To most I'm amazing.
It all depends on your definition of literary merit.
All poems contained on this blog are ©Thomas Boersma unless otherwise noted.
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