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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The wind flower hour
That time of day will always come When my warmth grows cold, light turns silent. Every time, it doesn't miss a single one And that's when I know that the wind flowers have gone violent.
They're vicious, these nocturnal beings Gone with the wind, as if they don't make a sound. I could've sworn, they didn't bother being daring But the next thing I knew, the pain was coming around.
The wind flowers creep at night— unsuspecting, beautiful, harmless Until they seep through my emotions, shamelessly scarring. Making all but one, a witness to what makes them so merciless They're nothings that leave me shattered without even trying.
But it's the poisonous nights that make me all the more miss him, See him, love him, and long for his voice in the petals. And it's ending up with nothing that makes my sanity turn dim; Forgetting me left instant bruises, as it was his only choice.
Wind flowers pass me by, making me wish to be with him once more Hoping that, by some miracle, he chooses to stay. But until then, I shall surrender to their tranquil torture Because they promised me that things will get better, day by day.
