The Phantasmal Library {poetry and short stories}

[Ganyu]

A Bird's Tweets
With skyward songs
and unfurled wings,
the little blue bird flies over
uncharted lands and seas
like long telephone cables
transmitting static envelopes.

From blank little eggs,
life sputters into existence
like crying clocks in the dawn.
Each note is a careful takeoff,
each line a catch of air.

The bluebird chirps,
telegrams tapping in Morse,
crisp and concise codes,
discrete dots and dashes - staccatissimo.

With skyward songs
and unfurled wings,
the little blue bird soars
among the computing clouds
that pours over the world's web;
the rain heralding a new age.

Author's Note: A poem on social media and how it has changed the world.

[Ganyu]

Goodbye Daughter
Weep for them,
But dry your tears.
Raise your daughters
Build them up
like rockets to avenge.
Fill them with your beliefs
until they burst
with glorious life.

Author's Note: A controversial piece about a certain group who militarize their offspring in their radical conquest. Yes this was inspired by recent world affairs.

[Ganyu]

Underwater
Let me breathe in the entirety of the world
from deep sea clear to endless azure.
Let my air gush out like bubbles,
sparkling spring freezes into winter.

Let my vessels merge with the sea
like babies crawling to their mothers.
Let the coolness drape over my eyes,
like riverine Venetian blinds.

Let the oceans baptize me and weigh
my sins against the bones of ships.
Let them be washed away
into the gilded depths of lost cities.

Let the moon tug me away among tides
like pulling white sheets off beds.
Let the stars shine their infinitesimal lights,
and adorn me with pearls on the mosaic seabed.

Let me finally close my eyes
and sleep underwater.

Author's Note: Every now and then, I have strong thoughts and urges to just sleep forever and never wake up.

[Ganyu]

Occult Sales
Unluckiest I ever was
when you knocked.
Like the thirteenth chime
of a clock.

You say you're here to save me;
You say you've witnessed my crime.
I won't buy your lies,
not even for a dime.

Entertain my neighbours
with your peddled doctrine.
They buried all their trust
six feet below in a coffin.

Author's Note: A poem about people who sell their faith, not gonna name names.

[Ganyu]

Storms
Hear the roaring thunder,
and feel the relentless rain.
Tearing the heavens asunder,
Bursting clouds and bleeding veins.

Water to cleanse the land's blight,
Holy and pure and endlessly pouring.
Heavy blows rain with bolts of light,
As the skies fill the earth with its weeping.

The tempest wrestles with the torrent,
Bringing forth fog and misty spray,
Exchanging blows ever so violent,
Their rage painting the skies gray.

As the stars are thrown into disarray,
and the elements display their might,
On soaked sponge soil will I lay,
and dream peacefully through the pluvial night.

Author's Note: I love the rain. And stormy nights especially put me in a poetic mood.

[Ganyu]

A Lifelong Lesson

I had always respected teachers,
until I began to fear them.
I was David without a catapult,
trembling before a great grizzly Goliath.
The banshee screeched, baring
rows and rows of serrated knives
that made the words cut so deeply.
I deserved to be punished,
to feel the full force of the hammer
slamming down on me,
to be marked with a scarlet letter.
I should not have done it.
The mantra of guilt resounded.
I should not have done it.
She made me feel like I had
sinned the worst sin ever known.
But I could not remember what I did.
I no longer had reason nor logic
It was as if I did not exist in that moment,
It was as if I did not do anything at all.

[Ganyu]

Winter's Gift
Winter brings silence.
Its stars are bright,
bestowing guidance.
Snow falls to white
the coming dark night.

A/N: Trying out the cinquain form. Rhyming is not my forte at all; I've heard it described as necropastoral. Also, expect to see a wee bit more updates since I'm writing stuff for my college publications' Tumblr. xD

[Ganyu]

Masks
If I keep having pieces of me taken away,
my mind will spiral down into the
emptiness my soul has left behind.

I am forced to keep finding faces
that I can wear among the crowd.
Riddled with bullet holes, I have
less and less masks.
Soon I'll have nothing else to wear,
but blank eyes and dead smiles;
the caricature of nonexistence.

Stripped bare and tossed into the currents,
like a bottle in the waves,
hollow with a message
faded and forgotten.
The world crashes down and I find myself
misplaced in the endless sea,
that pulls me into the
bottomless black and blue
depths of my lungs.

Slowly, I fall into the night.
Closer to darkness, closer to home.
Memories hover at the fringe of oblivion,
wanting to be a part of the illusion.
They lost themselves to a revelation,
a thousand faces in constant motion.
I became them and they became me.
A phantasmagoria of velvet divisions,
woven with a common thread of deceit.
I masked the crowd
And the crowd masked me.

A/N: Undertones of the music I listen is evident in the theme(s) explored here.

[Ganyu]

Wow, it's been about half a year since I've updated this thread. x_x

Super Mario

He has traversed the thorny desert,
passed through ruins of bones,
survived houses of phantoms,
and jungles rife with danger.

He has dodged bullets,
swam through long rivers.
He has navigated mazes of pipes,
Some with flowers that burn,
Some with pits of lava.

No challenge was too tough.
No enemy too powerful.
No banana peel nor shell could slow him.
He simply leaped over them.

No matter how many times they say
"Our princess is in another castle!",
he will still continue to jump,
to win his prize - her freedom.

[Ganyu]

Adrift

We were like the moon and the sea,
You pushed and I pulled.
We were Yin and Yang.
We were White and Black;
With no grey areas.
We were always on the same wavelength,
till no one could decode our words.

We were like icebergs
that slowly drifted apart.
Away from the floe,
into different horizons.
The sea was a chilly divide,
slowly eroding our forms
until we were completely different.

Once, I had a fleeting thought of you,
But like snow that melts in the sun,
the memory was over and done.
I had no time to stop and ponder,
if you were a ghost from the past,
before I plunged headfirst into new waters.

If we had crossed paths,
would we have met eyes?
Would the chills of familiarity
shiver up my spine?
Would we have remembered
who we once were?

A/N: I am back.