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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Paid in full with fireworks
It's the future. The world's grown better. Our lives stood tall together. We are stripped of memories that kill, but make us whole and human. We are ridden with sacrifices made in vain in exchange for the new, the better. But above all this, we live, to let our hearts beat of color, to see the sky again.
Time can only hold a million promises in one fleeting minute to another: Those of whirlwind love stories that let the risk-takers reign shameless, Or ones that speak up for justice restored, never silent, to disturb and bother. For it is then that time always favors the intentions of heroes gone lifeless.
So, instead of stealing life from space and killing restless hearts of time, We remember the festival of safety in the sizzling hues of the young night. May we never forget the game show of memories that lasted a gift check's lifetime; As we lift our prayers with utmost trust, the universal broadcast catches our light.
This, then, is why certainty exists in moments of New Years' troubled souls. Looking for signs to run, hands to hold, to turn into a reckless, blazing flame. They are told, "Get better," "Do better" — but "Be better" sounds most beautiful, For the world stops to watch them step forward, and put their hands into the future's name.
