Deep breath, and
Into your blue jacket
I swim, like an underwater cave explorer
Your breath on my back
The Spirit of GoIt wasn't until five years later, when the carp flags were again flying high all over the city, that Hikaru decided it was time to tell his long-time rival the truth.
"Shindou." Akira caught Hikaru on the rooftop of the Go Institute, leaning against a side railing with his back turned towards the door, looking out into the city's rooftops. The roof was fenceless with shallow railing, and was usually locked—Akira had no idea how Hikaru got access, but it didn't surprise him that somehow Hikaru found a way.
"Hey, Touya." Hikaru turned around, and acknowledged his rival with a friendly wave. "How did your match with Kurata-san go?"
"It went well—I won by half a moku," Akira replied, coming up face-to-face with Hikaru. "I'm supposed to go to an in-depth debrief with everyone from my father's study group, but..." He glanced briefly over his shoulders at the door behind him. "Waya told me you came out here."
"Sorry I didn't stay to watch the full match, Touya." Hikaru smiled apol
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?
Believing In Soulmates
Believing In Soulmates
You are not an illusion
Nor are you a mere reflection
Though I can't explain what I'm feeling
I just know that you make me want to start believing
Dreaming inside of a fairytale
The reason to smile
Fantasizing within a dream
The reason to believe
Maybe those so-called miracles are truly real
And maybe love stories really have their sequels
Though it's near impossible to try and get rid of this doubt
But I know that I will eventually succeed, because you're here now
Just when I thought I was lost, you came around, then I realized I was found
You have to be the other side
The missing piece that fits just right
So let this love intertwine, as our eyes unite
Because our hearts have been in halves through out our lives
The calm after a loud silence
A long awaited balance
The lone star that glows in the darkness
A bright light to shine for the ages
The one and only warm fire on a world of ice
A longing peaceful paradise
I want you to know that
My lover has water running through her veinsShe flows around stone and quenches fires
her voice showers like rain on a spring night
and feels so gentle that people misunderstand
They mistake water for weakness
and she indiscriminately swallows garbage
letting words stagnate and pollute her
She tells me ”Baby, I don’t have that passion you do
your fire is so wonderful and brilliant”
and I want to cry because even water can sear and turn to steam
My oceanbaby, you don’t need the tiny flame in me
the sea is home to the largest creatures in the world
and rivers reduce mountains to sandstone
I want you to roar like crashing waves
and let the world know you have the power
to drown mankind
I can already see,
See the disgust in your eyes.
I can it see it doesnt matter,
Youre always telling me
How much you love me,
That your love for me
One phrase I can say
Will truly put
Your love to the test
I like girls
Look at your eyes fall,
Can you look me in the eye?
Youre crying now,
Please, please stop.
Dont, no dont, walk away
I like girls,
But Im not gay
I like boys,
But Im not straight
I never meant to hurt you
But I am who I am,
I never meant to disappoint you
But I love whom I love.
And I am Bisexual.
love is...Love Is;
Love is when you care more about someone else's happiness than your own,
You would do anything for them,
You'd rather be with them than anyone else in the world,
You would die so they could live,
When you lose them it feels like you lose yourself,
They're the only thing you can ever think of,
You never even dream of being with anyone else, because they're everything you want,
They have many faults, but you're blind to them,
You would take them back no matter what they do,
When you're with them it's the happiest times of your life,
but when you're without them it feels like there is this great big hole in you
You always wanna be in their arms,
Everything reminds you of them,
You miss them the second they leave,
you're always worried about them
there is something in you just burning so deeply
you cannot even begin to describe it
you want to be the one they turn to
you want to be the one they trust
they can hurt you so much
but you choose to pretend that they don't
just in case i
DracoIt was the unwritten poetry
dripping from her eyelashes
that made me love her.
She was a sinking ship,
and I longed to descend
into the watery depths
of her eyes-
I could hold
It was the bruises sleeping
on the curve of her hips
that called to me like hungry sirens.
Licking her salty lips,
I traveled the scattered freckles on her back.
Shaping an angry dragon as if together,
we were part of the sky, all long-limbed,
tongues and teeth- she whispered,
"Do you know the story of Draco?"
Zoro X Reader: Mind Games
“Damn, that chick’s hot!”
“Whoa, I’d leave my own wife for that fine piece of ass!”
“Pfft! What a whore, if she even thinks of stealing my man…”
“I need milk, eggs, bread…”
All these thoughts! Didn’t people understand how to control their own minds? Your head was jammed packed with wandering thoughts from people around you…and it was giving you one hell of a migraine.
Ever since you ate the Ishi Ishi no mi fruit, or the Mind Mind fruit, a year ago, you've been able to read the thoughts of those around you. It’s been a useful ability and it’s gotten you out of many jams in the past.
For instance, when you ate the Devil Fruit, you found out that your boyfriend had been cheating on you with your best friend throughout the entire relationship; it earned you money by claiming you were psychic and reading the thoughts of unsuspecting patrons. It saved you when some thugs tried to attack you sev
Zoro X Reader Strange Behavior
Zoro and yourself walked down the crowded street of a nameless island, Zoro needed to get his swords sharpened, while you were going to shop for more clothes, your previous wardrobe tended to become shreds while you fought with enemies. It was rather annoying and expensive to replace your clothes once ever three months.
You and Zoro had been dating for about two and a half years, you had been with him through all his training, his battles, thriller bark, and you were even there when the crew separated. When the crew met back in Sabody Archipelago, you were over joyed to see that Zoro had made it through the two years.
However...ever since two weeks ago, Zoro had been acting strange. Naturally, you knew that Zoro wasn't the social type. He mostly kept to himself, but with you he was talkative. You couldn't help but wonder what was going through Zoro's head right now. The silence between you two was starting to become unbearable. You thought about suggesting a visit to the docs to watch
I miss you, and i can't say i'm sorry
because these slender, spider fingers
ache to trace the curved letters of your name tag,
emily. i notice you write everything in caps.
( have i ever told you
how much i enjoy saying your name, -EMILY. )
you are screaming to the world, quietly.
but we, we are mid-morning whispers
over stale, back room coffee,
silent eyes, and window pane love.
these hearts were runaways once;
hitchhikers on a trail to nowhere.
you shared pieces of yourself with me then,
emily, between beats and bathroom stalls.
you were a gargoyle under the heat
of july summer. evenings were our playground;
rose garden beasts lingering in feverish night.