Deep breath, and
Into your blue jacket
I swim, like an underwater cave explorer
Your breath on my back
From Victor to YuriDear Yuri,
You’re right. I do want to go back to ice-skating. I was uninspired before, but you and Yurio have surprised me. When I saw Yurio break my world record in the short program, I did feel like I want to defend it. I felt that I am proud to have choreographed his program, but I am not done yet. Victor Nikiforov isn’t dead. I am still a competitive figure skater, and that part of me is still there.
But when you told me you’re retiring, I got mad. How can you tell me to go back to the ice and say you’re retiring! If you retire, it would be as if all the time I invested in you, all the emotions I’ve put into you over the past eight month didn’t matter anymore. Even if you were to get the gold medal, that’s not enough. I want to see you shine brighter and brighter.
Maybe you thought I was disappointed in you because you couldn’t land the quadruple flip cleanly in the short program, but that’s not true. I was only disappointed bec
Piggy BankIn first grade, my teacher told me the best way to get rich was to write down all the words I’ve never seen before on pieces of scratch paper and put them into a piggy bank
Since then, I’ve been a collector of words—
Chinese characters on the dusty Beijing street signs
English letters highlighted in children’s books on the thick, soft carpet of the ESL classroom
French conjugations scribbled on an assignment completed five minutes before the start of 5th period
Japanese words discovered in the Digimon character songs and sung offkey in karaoke rooms
And the occasional “schadenfreude” and “hasta la vista, baby”
By junior year of high school, my little piggy was getting fat
And I thought I had enough words to make me a billionaire
But the day I met you, I knew that finally,
Here was a word I’ve never seen before—silence
Silence was your language
It was your word for pain and word for kindness
It was y
TrophyThe polish is gold
On my first trophy
From a 7-year-old chess tournament
It sits on a shelf, a queen
Glaring down the right side of your bed
The second one, silver,
An ice-skating competition
Freely-falling on thin ice
I twirled with you within me
A senseless, beautiful dance
You grew mad at the third
And threw my face against the copper ground
I had conquered her
Yet you conquered me
“P=F/A”, you said,
As you pounded my knuckles against the door
The verdict: this cage is not mine,
Because I am a fish, and not a bird,
So I asked for some water and drank
All eight gallons of it at once
If you wanted a trophy
You didn’t need to go to all this trouble
All you needed was:
A picture frame
And somewhere to hang my head on
Something About Springi. In which I don't sleep (I watch)
Beneath thick eyebrows
Midnight eyes smile; flutter shut
ii. In which I'm not cliche (just happy)
I kissed you.
No stars. No words.
Just warm. (Like a blanket.)
iii. In which a word is redefined (which word?)
At sunrise, he told me,
"Anger is a form of love"
As tears burnt my cheeks.
To the Sunset, Whom I Always Seem to MissWhat is it about you that is so elusive?
Because heaven knows that you burn it up every day
A cool, red bloodbath above the horizon
And like mercy
(or like god, whom I do not know if I believe in (but I believe))
You give away to the night, let darkness take the reins for a while
And drive away to tomorrow's conquests and defeats
The sunflowers are your loyal followers, and I cannot help but gaze
Upon the radiance reflected in the startling burst of yellow buds
As if overwhelmed with happiness from a distant memory
You're always there in the photosynthesis of the leaves
The soft green buds of spring who are courageous against you
Facing you, loving your warmth and hating your heat
...They wait, patiently, for your death march
Your beautiful gleam of final glory
Shattering through trees like a thousand wildfires
And then, the last gleam of light fading behind the mountains
That gives poets:
Songs and promises
Promises for another day,
For a tomorrow that is forever coming like a r
Love Watching MadnessThat summer day when I left you,
I forgot to say that
You have given me the greatest treasure
One that made drowning--the images floating
in my lungs, gargling saltwater,
silence filling the deep blue--worth it
The electricity between our fingers, remember?
Electrons moved, but came--finally--to rest,
Perchance, what makes the flowers bloom
Is not the bees' dance but the sun's kisses
And the water, watching softly
The thirsty blossoms
Time is patient, and so are you.
It is spring again.
AwarenessYour footsteps come with the spring
The melting brooks over pavement,
The dancing leaves
My heart listens, softly;
it does not linger.
Perhaps, the wind whispers, after you,
"Thank you for passing."
A Song for the Wintry NightWill you meet me by the moonlight
In the embrace of midnight
And everything I ever knew
Is lost to you?
Will you meet me by the lamppost
Where brilliant the snow glows
And sing me a lullaby
So I know I'm home?
Will you meet me in the darkness
And sing me a song
And hold me against the cold?
Will you twirl me in the sky
And spin me in the stars
So I know I love you so?
UnconditionalHis mother told him she loves him
With a love as unconditional as the weather
That if he can rise above these inner wind demons shouting for freedom
And just accept that humans need money just as bacteria need the stinky Luria Broth in the bio lab he’s failing
Then would she polish him off—like her best trophy—and send him to drown in the flood of admiring relatives
His father told him that he gave him kindness
Like a kind Samaritan would a traveler
That if he just keep on trying
And just realize that abyss that he has fallen in is just a little gap in the earth
Then the ropes, magnanimously placed by countless tutors, counselors, police, will reveal themselves and pull him into higher places
They hold his hand with "ifs" and "thens"
And like she said “you are smart boy”
And like he said “we did everything for you”
And “there are people who are far, far worse off than you”
They hold his heart
With a love
beside me.I wish you were laying here beside me. . .
Here to feel your warmth, here to give that soft comforting touch that only you can calm me with.
To hear your gentle heart beat from under your soft skin, I couldn't think of anything more soothing.
I want to get captured by your bright loving eyes and get lost in the thought of this moment lasting forever.
As I crave you to be so close, I lay here alone.
On a bed that feels too big, under sheets that seem so cold, heated by nothing more than a shell of a lovesick boy wanting to reconnect all the pieces of our devided hearts.
I wonder if you think of me too.
If you miss me.
If you want me there with you.
Past the tall wicked trees and dark sidewalks,
through the veins of busy roads and under the dull amber street lights.
You're laying in bed sleeping soundly, peacefuly.
I think of you.
I Miss you.
I Want you here.
Though I'll be with you soon.
My eyes are getting heavy and my body is loosening.
Drifting into a sleep
SMIH ONE PIECE LAW
Geeze, this game was running on for forever! How many people were left? Five? Six? You had no idea, for you had lost count several turns ago. You wanted to get back to the social aspect of this party, the food was what you loved the most. Damn, that blonde, curly brow man could cook! But oh well, the quicker everyone went, and granted there would be no more interruptions or 'wild cards' like Doflamingo and Lucci, you estimated that in about another hour would pass before the game would come to a conclusion.
Being the precise woman that you were, you decided to speed up the game by going next, you had no favoritism for the remaining male players to choose from, so it didn't matter which item you picked. You certainly weren't gonna give anything to anyone for some silly game. You were too mature for that.
You reached in to the bag Sanji held out for the remaining ladies, you shuffled the items around and felt something sharp pierce your skin. Slicing it open. You cried out in pain and re
SMIH ONE PIECE Dracule Mihawk
"Do we have volunteers?" Sanji wondered about the crowd of lovely young ladies as you shakily stepped forward, nervous as hell, so nervous in fact that a running leaf could startle you. "I-I'd like to g-go, S-sanji-kun..." you whispered, raising a shaky hand not too high above your head. However, you had hoped that the love cook didn't hear you, but alas, he did and before you could protest, he nearly dragged you into the spotlight. "Good luck!" He winked, causing you to blush as he handed you the velvet bag.
You nodded slightly and reached your hand into the bag. After several seconds on trying to decide on an item, your hands fell on something rather large and with sharp corners. You pulled out your item, it was a crucifix hanging on a necklace, its top part had slipped off, revealing a small blade within. You held the tiny blade in your flattened palm, not wanting to cut yourself. "W-who's is this..?" you asked quietly.
There came a sudden boast of laughter from the crowd as it was
Shattering.A woman says take me home and you are struck
by the fear that you will not know how to touch her right, that you
have unwittingly made it this far without her knowing that
this was not supposed to be your life, a life your father
does not speak of and your mother doesn't understand, her eyes
heavy and sad. This is the kind of life that the dishes
will be the undoing of, a glass handled carelessly one day will
break in your hands and that will be the thing you finally
can't handle, your body crumpling against the sink, the weight
of your mother's sadness, the bitter emptiness of your father's
goodbye on the phone, your last trace of him, sterile and distant,
the endless ringing of every attempt after, the acrid taste of
the day you stopped calling, the despair, this life was never
what you wanted.
A woman says take me home and you say yes,
because how could you not?
abc's of love.a. he'll never admit it,
but he falls asleep
wishing your heart
would stop beating,
but you would go on
then, he'd take out your heart
and put it in a picture frame
over his bed.
(he knows that this
is the only way
your heart will ever be his.)
b. he reminds you
(and how people always
blow them out.)
c. he plays games of
tic-tak-toe against himself
on your ribcage
while you're asleep.
he always loses.)
d. he associates happiness
with light and sunshine.
(he thinks it's ironic
how most people rely on
artifical light instead of actual sunshine
he's got your heart
in that picture frame,
(you wonder if
it's stopped beating yet.)
there are galaxies in your eyesThere's a universe
inside of you-
it's been there quite a while,
and I only hope
you see the constellations
that scintillate in your smile
and I've heard
there's billions of galaxies
scattered in the sky,
but I swear
at least half of them
are resting in your eyes.
Dragons BloodYou are an art journal,
all scraps of paper and profound quotes
of those you say "I'll fucking know one day",
because you love to shock me
with even more profound profanities
and those watercolor fingers
you use to shut me up.
Gently. Always gently.
You leave me moon-eyed;
Dragons Blood still lingering
in the wake of your
heartbeats against mine.
SMIH ONE PIECE Luffy
Sanji's eyes scanned the vast crowd of ladies before him, his eyes eventually settling on you. He smiled and made his way to you in his usual love-tornado like fashion. He knelt on one knee and held out a hand for you.
"My Lady~! Would you like to go first?" the erotic cook cooed.
You blushed slightly at his courteous behavior, not having experienced much of Sanji's antics yourself, and nervously took the hand he offered to you. "S-sure. No harm in going first...I-I guess."
Sanji pulled you towards the center of the gathered crowd and offered you the velvet bag with a wink. "Good luck, beautiful!"
You nodded and placed a blind hand into the bag and shuffled its contents around, waiting for something to find its way into your grasp. Suddenly, you felt something cold and hard brush against your sweaty palms. You grabbed it and pulled it out. It was a bone from the meat that was served earlier, and it still had some meat on it. You made a grimaced face as you looked around for the owner.