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 seomins
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The colors of self-love
My daydreams sang to me once, that self-love's essence Is a lot like a rave, in the grandest thrill of seeing colors And breathing them in until they're mine to possess. At first, I thought they were crazy. I thought they Weren't seeing colors, but lost things and illusions. Dark, detrimental, disembodied illusions curated In their desperate attempts to love themselves. They couldn't make sense to me, and I couldn't risk Making way less sense than they did. That was, Until I saw the first droplets of pain breaking free From the shackles of their God-forsaken wounds. They were blue. An intoxicating blue, almost an Indigo, accompanied by metallic specks of silver, Taking a leap of faith from my mind to unravel Constellations across the fabric of my garments. From there, the patches of my skin turned bashful In pink. The tears that burst through my soul moved Through the reckless gold of a rumbling waterfall. And when my thoughts erupted in shades of a Vicious red, that's when I saw the world in my hues. My days turned lilac, my nights turned gray. My eccentricities kept me up 'til the break of dawn In visions of a tantalizing black. And wrapped around My skin was the color wheel of life, seeping through My bloodstream, consoling me, I was different.
