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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The ex-lover's house
Second lives hold a lot of potential Among the deceased, like a crisp cheque Finely cut to buy the house of your dreams. You look not for the future of your land, Built beyond what naked eyes could see, But for the closest dimensions to Your own meaning of heaven. My ex-lover's unit is a match made in it, With a spindle of colors and memories To fill even its dullest nooks and crannies. But no house is without flaw for us souls, You see, for the broken glass and bandages Are still its botched blacks and whites. Drenched in colors whilst living in darkness; It was a lot more him and a lot less me. Must I buy an abode with my own money In its damnedest angst and post-aggression? To kick its soul-bearing essence out For my own to settle in? Perhaps, no one truly lives anywhere. Bound by no time, no world, no people. For our second lives hold but lent potential To start anew, make amends with time, And to turn disheveled promises into Keepsakes immortalized, feigning safety.
