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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Romance in retrograde
My memories of bliss are terribly scarce, For no moment of solace could ever compare To the first time my eyes touched the sky.
It is with a haphazardly framed connection To the stars that draw me closer to fate, and Its plans, that've always been bigger than mine, That I must bid my precious farewell to the Age-old piece of advice I'd find cooped up in Every corner of the self-help books that were Hastily stacked on top of each other in the Strictest confines of my humble abode— "Look up to the sky and you'll find love."
I wished I could find love, as they had said. But all I found were the blasts of cannons. So, I thought, perhaps, the sky had senses, too.
They were wrong, the thought had come and gone As wonder struck like lightning, thinly through The jagged cracks and crevices of my brittle skin. The cannons came in bellowing crescendos, Magnetic and mighty along my heavy hearing, A glorious echo of worship that their trees Of love and light would bear their fruit.
Yellow, like the ceiling of the earth. Rose red in its overwhelming passion. A champion of fidelity in its electric gold.
The cannons shot these colors through the sky, Each one getting louder, stronger by the minute. It got simply too messy, too feral, too crazy To be the love I'd always hoped to witness. But like a rope to my heartstrings, it led me Further. It made me look beyond its emptiness.
And just like that, my love was paid in full. By the ebonized silhouette of love's lonely refugee, Who wrapped cold rings around my sacred warmth.
