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 heliophile's wish
I long for that one day when I'll finally get to see the sun With my own two eyes. No shades that shield them from Whatever nonsense "harshness" that science tattooed on Its face. No narrowing of my vision that turns sunbeams Into slivers that let but a hiccup of color seep slowly Through my vision. I want to see what's "upstairs", What magic makes the ceiling of our planet, before It disappears, like even creation's playing a trick on me.
I long for that one day when I'll get hired to be a sun-keeper. Just imagine the benefits! I'll get to tread on the sun's back, Where it's just a tad bit cooler than its front. I'd burn, Not with growing, aching pains, but with delight, as I'd Realize that I'm literally "walking on sunshine". I'd make My own hundred rounds on the sun, like how Saturn's rings Give the planet more style (and, probably, more toxic gas). Maybe, if I had lucked out and gotten a sun-keeping promotion, I'd approach it and say, sheepishly, "Old friend! Remember me?"
I long for that one day when I'll pay the sun for all the times That it made me look decent. In its heart, in its truest magic, It'd set my eyes alight and lift them up from my once lifeless Tunnels of sight. The sun would cover my imperfections With shade, just in the nick of time, leaving enough beauty To last a minute captured on my camera. I worry that my time As a sun-keeper would be as momentary as the time my old friend Would give me to make my heart and soul attest to the fact That I'm beautiful, and no one shall tell me otherwise.
I don't long for the day that I must step down from the sky. If I could live the rest of my life in the sun, I would. But I can't. No distance is more painful than being only Within the reach of its rays. And as this all-too-familiar Light hits me on land, a force of greater grace hits me, too. Perhaps, I've been too dependent on the sun, treating it Like my everything's end, and not exactly an "old friend". The fact that I was able to climb space and time and Stand on it with my own two feet, all by myself Proves that I was never really flightless, after all.
