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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Fever season
I promise, I'll be back before sunset.
It's raining, but something sonically tranquil in the air Overpowers the sky's tears. It's off in the distance. Solemn piano keys, singing to the tune of A miracle in a sun shower. The back of my mind Wishes it were... well, me. In another life. On a soundproof rooftop. Running my hands through Strained, silver keys. Playing a foolproof melody Of life that battled off the rain's strict, almost
Metallic rhythm. I tell it to shut up, or else I would not get to hear the orchestra of the wind. I'm on land, on my two feet. Why does my umbrella Feel like a life jacket? I painted yellow petals on it To mask my fear. It was my last resort to turning The sky's anguish into a festivity. Like the Reckless rainfall, I let it drop to the ground. The gift on the sidewalk across my house Is far more vital. My feet are heavy thumps On the diluted gravel. I pick it up carefully.
What seemed to be a musical keepsake Is now a sharp cut to my jaded clarity.
