Time passes
then you die.
It's enough.
No regrets,
no goodbye.
Face your heart,
mind,
breath.
Space and time entwine
spiritual and divine.
The lonesome heart.
Souls part
in lonely eyes.
And I see places I've been.
I've seen simply
pale into view,
cross my heart,
cross my fingers,
hold my breath.
Space and time entwine
spiritual and divine.
But the lonely cry.
We are spiritual and lonesome,
our souls are the lonesome heaven.
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 30, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 534
I Don’t Know Why
Friday, April 29, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 533
Be My Baby
love could be
emotion in deep
bad devotion baby
feelings come careful
looking in exactly
magic eyes mine
dive with feelings
and be what
chains looking careful
are now for
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 532
Glass Angel
Angel in danger
Show me strange falling shadow
And persuade your love.
When you're deep inside
You persuade the stars and love
Play with me, angel.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 531
When A Lover Leaves You
What a situation.
Confetti delicate tender storms
escape reward through demons
passing by nights
when a lover leaves knowing
the world falls useless
in passing reward before
demons have tried
the morning after nights.
I have tried.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 530
Darlene
Where do you go?
Skyline?
Passion?
Shadows?
Addictions don't have to think.
Darlene,
this is where your arms
high upon magic weave.
Mindless.
Flicking.
Twilight.
Time is your religion, my addictions.
Darlene,
This is where your spell
upon the magic can't take it anymore.
Religion.
Addictions.
Darlene.
I want to be eternal.
Falling.
High.
Eternal.
Your spell that you weave.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 529
How My Eyes Adore You
A bubble floating above melting day
will forgive the lucky fortune
of the small and lonely golden tears.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 528
Golden Heart
a bubble floating high
won't break, won't melt fragile.
so coldly hope will forgive me
for who I really am in the morning.
we are lucky there's a light
crawling slowly in the mirror.
the moods of joy and anger
owe fortune tears shining love.
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