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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Maestro, you are
He, who doesn't miss a single beat Who charges at his bow like a sword Forged in firewood, flourished with greatness. He, whose woes walk on tightropes Captured in the world's finest canvases, Brought to life in his sphere of self-love. He, who, with a flick of his baton, sends Avenues beaming in their own streets of gold. He, who never misses a beat with lifelines Wrapped around his frail fingertips. He, who makes the world stop dead in its tracks To watch him send audiences into visual spectacles, Into dimensions of saccharine harmonies, And visions beyond their broken dreams. He, whose moments become magic. Bygones become blessings. Ignorances become ideas. Venoms become visions. I miss him. But, as it is written, so it is done. I tell him, "Maestro, you are." And a star is born.
