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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A cure for demotivation
We're only human. We, too, have our bad days. We, too, get sick and tired of untrained passions And hopes that go left in our dreams that go right. So, if you're in need of tough fuel, in gallons, or tons, Remember that your why wasn't a why, but a want. You've always wanted to be just like those dreamers, Those real dreamers. Those who can turn a life lesson Into a sick, twisted game of hide n' seek with identity, And leave you helplessly searching for light in the dark When even your insides operate on the same despair. Those leaders who, fearlessly shoving their foes down, Can dominate the streets with bold, scarlet letters, and Overstep pale pedestrian lanes as they stand together, Setting an iron condition for their iron conviction That only they, the wise folk of your want, can touch. Engrave in your mind the fire in the eyes of justice, With its vivid spunk raging in every soul who seeks it. Capture what their oppressors can't, the sick burn Of havoc seeping through their seared bloodstream, Setting aflame every call, every word they declare. Build yourself from the ground up, brave ember. No matter how ill you wish your courage to become. For every fighter who crossed your troubled mind In a restless noir of battles, bombs, and bloodshed, In their own quest to embodying hope and healing, Is eagerly waiting for you at the end of the street.
