Deep-diving into the culprits of my self-deprecation, "Discount Shakespeare" showcases all 50 of my poems, originally posted on Twitter, which I had written from my high school years to this day (whenever this gets published, I guess).
Teeming with...
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Discount Shakespeare An anthology of musings Poetry by luxsick
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Of fire and flowers
You set blooming colors aflame, Only to see them burn to a crisp. Never would you stay to witness The ones that survived the destruction. I don't think you even know they exist, Amidst the ashes blinding your vision. You only see the tragedy, the debris that is the Fallen, those who failed to survive.
And the bursts of passion bleeding Through a plethora of hues?
That's us.
We're the survivors you chose not to recognize. We're the flowers that ascended past the flames. We've reached the fire's peak, together, A sanctuary forbidden to blind eyes like you.
Growing in the depths of hell, we rose above The rest with our own embers ignited— A set of vibrant flames with frisks and flickers That separated us from one another. In fact, it would be quite hard not to notice us; We let the desert in which we burnt to come to life.
The fire nearly perished.
Nearly.
And I must applaud the little pests called Inhibitions... because they tried. They tried, and they tried their best.
But their best was no match for us, After all the wounds we had endured.
Their efforts were remarkable, their intentions Weren't. They put our victory in jeopardy, until we turned the tables around. They tried to slay us dead, even— but it was them whom we bid farewell.
And now, the land once barren is a horizon of Our dreams, far as the eye can see. We look up to such beauty as we bow down To remember where we came from, and How far we've gotten to this day.
If you ever try to defeat us again, A brave army of even braver voices, And set floods streaming to attack our fire, I must remind you, as it is engraved in our names, That we'd grown with what brought the world to us; We'd emerged victorious With an invincible flame.
