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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When you lose your mind over matter
I clock in at 5:30 in the afternoon, Zoom up and open On my laptop with its little, green lens staring me down As if I've committed a crime punishable by death. The meeting room loads. By then, I realize that It's not just my camera that has trapped me In its pestering gaze. For in this meeting room (God forbid that I'm in the right one), Are at least 10 more.
At least 10 more boxes fill up my own. At least 10 more faces— moving, expressive, alive— that I must push past, to protect my solitude before They trespass, à la Poltergeist, through my screen. (Would they feel as flustered if they could walk Through me, too?) And at least 20 more eyes That bathe in their stories, cartoonish glimmer and all As they roll in their pride, learned and all-knowing, Only stopping to congratulate me simply because I made it on time. Because they know that there is All I'll ever be in their visionary world.
