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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Seeing sunlight in a smile
Good morning, and of course, good night. I don't know when you wrote this, And timezones are the devil's companions. But I assume the position. I ride its flow. I lift my head to this note of yours As if it's my alarm. I want to prove, for once, That alarms don't have to resonate with Screams of wanting raises and the Smell of coffee with a hint of corporate. I get dressed with it as a language that there's More to my smile than the sun and yellow tulips, More to yellow tulips than growing in the daytime. Once that smile's lined with a bitter, red lipstick, Chances are you'd be caught dead with withered roses. My makeup smudges with my dress, and Takes form in a jaded blur of beer and regrets. I wake up as a clean-cut city girl. I go to sleep as a Party City showgirl. All I know is, with a smile like mine and yours, It's surely 5 o' clock somewhere. I dance like Fred Astaire. I sing like Michael Bublé. I perform like my name's Jeon Jungkook. And I am as pathological of a liar As my country's government Hiding under a circus tent at a festival. I am uncertain of how I currently feel. But I'll tell you this — when I'm good, I'm good. And when I'm bad, I'm better.
