from disjunct
mond scriptures i
a choice made freely for one's own sake
is not for other to have or take
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poetry compilation
due to Personal Reasons™ (aka supreme thirteen-year-old cringe), i swore off writing poetry when i was thirteen. and for the most part, i kept that promise (with more or less one exception) until i entered the genshin fandom and developed a perhaps almost unhealthy taste for xv and realized that in order to write venti properly, i'd have to write… *deep sigh* poetry.
and you know what!!!!!
you know fucking what!!!!!!!!!!!!!
it's been fun, and i like all the poetry i've written so far!!!!!!!! i think it's good!!!!!!!!!
so yeah, have a compilation of my poems.
from published fic
from disjunct
from disjunct [cut]
mond scriptures ii
the breeze beneath the frightened bird's wing
is not what makes their valor sing
from for the birds
butterfly
a butterfly at dawn
will never fly for long
on behalf of freedoms yearned
the morning sky is burned
from for the birds [cut]
the yaksha
there once was a yaksha of old
who thought of sweet feelings like mold
then one day his love
arrived like a dove
and his heart was no longer so cold
from for the birds
grief
let me hold tight to the grief of your future
perhaps then my life's love will keep your pain sutured
when someday— and soon, to your Adept life—
my death-day will come, sharp as a knife
and the smoke of my corpse in cremation
gets in your eyes
from for the birds
mond scriptures iii
freedom is a flighty little thing:
neither wind nor desire can ever be fettered
the wind is a lonesome little thing:
freedom is sought by many a rebel, desires united through mutual love
for Navi's A Mora for the Bard, Held Between Your Lips [unused]
gala's closing
Children of Song and Citizens of Stone,
Our wonderful Gala shall soon be closed.
Though nations apart, connections have grown
From hearts held with grace, frail feelings exposed.
Nothing sparks joy quite like fledgling's first flight:
Stumbling, bumbling; fear's on display;
Watching your wings catch the breeze—what a sight!
My loving last words for those here today:
Should bird-hearts soon long for songs of the sky
O darling of mine—please, don't be shy.
from unpublished fic
from Lighthouse
feather funeral poem i
pretty flocks of feathers fly
on the wind into the sky
lost by birds who might not miss them
falling from their lofty life
flightless things all on their own
from the ground, i feel a throe
do these fellows know my woe?
or in my feelings am i alone?
thoughts thus follow, sharp as knife:
to their fates are they condemned
by thoughtless few who live on high
forever here shall i remain
until the skies forget my name
asking only why, oh why.
from Lighthouse
feather funeral poem ii
i wish i was a little bird
who never once had uttered word
for maybe then i shall be free
from this relentless lighthouse dream
there once had been a little bird
born of time, the heavens heard
freedom's calling, rebels' longing
caught up in their threats of falling
stormy gales and watchful eyes
could not stop their wretched lies;
skies above enforce their rule:
that little bird was but a fool
there once had been a little bird
who later learned it had been lured
to nest betwixt the rose's thorns
with no one dear to hear their mourns
i wish i was a little bird
who never once had uttered word
for maybe then i shall be free
to simply just be me
from Lighthouse
the bard
there once was a bard who rallied the wind
gave it the courage to face tyrants cold
"for mondstadt," they cry; for freedom, they've sinned
but "sin" is defined by the gods, they're told.
from Lighthouse
little bird
you wait, little bird, in a gilded cage
for a gentle breeze to glide on
you know, little bird, that your broken wing
is nothing to feel ashamed of
your life, little bird, was cut short on stage
but the skies have held the lights on
from non-fic
work scribbles i
nickel mickle
written 13 april 2023
once there was a pickle named nickel mickle.
the pickle jiggled with fate so fickle,
for when all the snacks had been snickled
the children all had a very good giggle.
then a goat felt its coat prickle
with pickles so rickled
by nickel mickle.
but then the goat chose to tickle the pickle
and nickel mickle had never before felt so snickled
choosing to jiggle and giggle to fright
the fickling jiggling kickling goat in a coat
named boaty mcgoat.
work scribbles ii
one, two: buckle my shoe
written 13 june 2023.
one, two: buckle my shoe
three, four: out the door
five, six: sweet nike kicks
seven, eight: start to skate
nine, ten: slaughter the hen
eleven, twelve: last requiem knells
thirteen, fourteen: has mother seen
fifteen, sixteen: that cleanly sheen
se'nteen, eighteen: from the corpse of dean
nineteen, twenty: looking hella cunty
misc. scribbles i
visiting my sister
written 3 september 2023
visiting my sister
her home upon the coast
the mountains of our hometown
fade slowly from my view
unable to vanish
misc scribbles ii
兩隻學生
written 1 march 2023.
(to the same tune as 兩隻老虎)
兩隻學生, 兩隻學生
練習了, 練習了
一隻沒有上課
一隻沒做功課
他們都哭哭了
misc scribbles iii
fridge poems i
written 22 august 2020.
soft ache of moon
tiny beam overwhelm with devotion
your hand finds my cheek
ever sweetly caress
promise, oh love
marry me.
could we together be another tender fever song?
misc scribbles iv
fridge poems ii
written 31 august 2020.
she-spirit
drink in my wild charm
grow old with me and only me
endure my teary song
but soft!
which language can tell of true want
if i love you?
diary scribbles i
in love with the moon
written 11 february 2021.
in love with the moon
the stars, they agree
their prince gives his blessings
we will be wed in june
my moon-bride and i
diary scribbles ii
raven's love
written 11 february 2021.
a raven's love
is a
ravenous love
beware, my darling,
and become mine forevermore
or risk us nevermore
diary scribbles iii
lily-livered
written 11 february 2021
lily-livered lily-lover
loser like no lillied other
love my soul, unsullied monster
work scribbles iii
for a dream
written 22 june 2023.
for a dream i'll never see
i'd crawl through nightmares endlessly
on a love i'll never be
work scribbles iv
the stars
written 15 june 2023.
the stars have found their love in space
shining faces, distant places
pinpricks weaving stellar lace
to obey the loom of fate