Open eyes
I see eyes open
No disguise
for the open
When it's cold
here in vain
the night
will be shame
Always with make believe
and live harmony
Melting ice
into the ocean
the tide see
motion
It's cold in vain
hold the night shame
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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