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).
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Discount Shakespeare An anthology of musings Poetry by luxsick
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Balloons
The carnival.
Oh, how I wish he stayed longer than Just a cheap thrill, a passing fancy, A way to forget the forget-me-nots That pushed our emotions overboard, Filling our hearts with crescent-bound blues. He was more than a funhouse, more than A circus, more than a showcase of fireworks That brought hearts together as one Beam of light that shone amongst one another And gave us smiles that'd last a lifetime.
I wish he were here forever.
I wish I could stay with him 'til my last breath.
But the carnival I gave my heart to, The one safe haven that burst with pure joy And made me believe, like a fool, that There was no such thing as sadness...
Was just a balloon. He was only a hollow shell That enveloped my bygone youth in dreams, In love, in color— in a void that promised me No tears, No goodbyes. I could've sworn I'd lived in the happiest place on earth.
I never wanted to leave.
And the carnival couldn't bear seeing me part Ways with him, empty-handed. So, he Made sure that I always had something To make me remember just how much Light he emitted onto my rainiest days.
I could see his efforts clearly. He didn't dare leave me alone until He was able to find something else that Brought me over the moon, past the Blazing starlight that flickered against An inky canvas, beyond the warm embrace Of the sunrise.
He left me without a single word, And stayed with me in a yellow balloon. In it, I could set my dreams afloat; For I had once seen the captivating beauty Of the carnival from inside an inflated grin.
I was told that I already made it burst.
Spending my life in the balloons of my childhood Was as happy as it was my chance to imagine, To take charge of my own happiness and Use its radiance to create chain reactions. Perhaps, even more balloons would drift away From land and seek comfort in the clouds.
To this day, I still wonder where the wind Could've taken him, and my eternal wish Is that he'd make the next girl smile As brightly as he made me.
