many dreams
it seems that reaching all alone
on dreams are emotion
to know
what's in mind
searching for impossible again
close to the ending
on a pedestal
like when it hurts some
and lose soul
through veins falling
three little impossible again
the night dive into ocean
how to know what's searching
that's impossible
to keep the night
ending impossible again
to keep the night from ending
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.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 513
Here I Go Impossible Again
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