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
Love QuotesLove Quotes...
I wear my heart out on my sleeve
just in case Prince Charming
believes in love at first sight... <33
so I'll write your name on my heart,
a silent anthem to dance to at night... <33
&& if I told you I still loved you,
would you hold me in your arms...? <33
if you have to say you're sorry,
just please don't regret our love... <33
just listen to my heart beating;
can't you hear it sigh your name...? <33
you say you don't believe in love,
but the way you look at me
tells me you do... <33
standing in the falling snow,
you kiss my lips & hold me tight... <33
every girl dreams of those little moments
when everything feels right...
but baby, I never dreamed
you would give me a million of them... <33
&& you take my breath away
just by being in the room... <33
staring out the window,
I tell you I've never been kissed in the rain...
so you pull me outside
& lean in close... <33
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
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.
SMIH ONE PIECE Shanks
"How about you?" Sanji strolled over to you and held out his hand. You shrugged and as you took a swig of your alcohol, a slight buzz taking over your mood.
"Sure, why the hell not?" You slurred your words as you walked up to the blond cook and put your hand into the bag, without even digging around, you wrapped your hand around something that felt like cloth. When you pulled it out, you unfolded it and revealed it to be a miniature Jolly Roger, the Red Hair Pirates' Jolly Roger. Shank's Jolly Roger. You turned around and waved the tiny flag in the air, signaling to the red haired pirate that his turn was up next.
Shanks looked up from his drink and chuckled. "What? My turn already?" His crew mates laughed and patted him on the back. He stood and took a hold of your hand with his one arm and led you to the closet. As Sanji closed the door behind you, he said to himself, "This should be interesting."
Once you two were engulfed in the darkness of the closet, you took a seat on the
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.
Love Letters On the TrainDear Stranger,
I'm leaving this post-it tucked in the side of the train-seat. If you're reading this, you've seen it. I've seen you sit here every few Monday mornings, sometimes tapping a bent, unlit cigarette against your thigh, sipping from your tea (who brings a tea cup onto a train anyway?); sometimes staring at the rain outside, or reading your well-worn, beaten copy of Jane Eyre (I hate that you fold the corners down - it's bibliophilic abuse. I wish the book would papercut you to defend itself a little, but I digress).
You seemed so sad this Monday morning past. Please smile again. I love it when your eyes catch the light of something I'm unaware of, something silently and intimately your own; a secret from the world that makes everything all the more meaningful to you.
- The Passenger
I'm not in the habit of reading post-its from strangers. I found a love-letter hidden in a newspaper once, that the author forgot or was too afraid to send. It made me sad to think