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
Dear HeartbrokenDear Heartbroken,
Sometimes I wonder, if you still spend late nights
Staying up thinking of me, making up rhymes
Or other pathetic things to help pass the time
I wonder if you still think we weren't meant to part
Telling everyone you meet how I broke your heart
When you were nothing but deluded from the start
Sometimes I wonder, if you still like to play victim
Connecting to sad songs, cursing my existence
Thinking love could be won through insistence
But maybe I just wonder, why this point of view
Is never given the credit it's due
When so many people suffer to get through
But forgive me for whining, you do more than enough
I'm just writing to say, that sometimes it's rough
To be honest, blunt, and have to get tough
I'm sure that you wonder, why I was always so tense
But being around you was all a fake pretense
And you're just not for me, in a
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?
A Moment Of Love
A Moment Of Love
This is a perfect chance of weakness to finally tell you that this isn't just a crush
It's not all about lust; I've always wanted to confess to you that I care about you so much
I apologize for being hesitant all of the time; it's just very hard to say you're my one true love
I yearned to say it out loud, but the words couldn't escape my mouth, that's what my fear does
I tried to say it to you in every lucid dream, that's how strong these feelings are
And I found myself waking up to tears of joy, because a true sense of hope is in my heart
I want to win you over
And I will never give up
Because you make the dark brighter
And you're always there no matter what
Every time you smile at me, it makes my day
Every time you laugh with me, it completes my night
Every time you speak to me, my problems fade away
Every time you're with me, it betters this hopeless life
You've done a lot for me that you don't even know about
Like when you told me that I was never alone
SMIH ONE PIECE ACE
You and four other ladies now held the chopstick in your hands, one of you held the red chopstick. You had hoped that it was you, because it would mean a hell of a lot to you to actually win for a change. Your top choice to pick out of the remaining guys was Ace. He was such a hottie! You scrunched your eyes closed and slowly removed the stick from your hands, you slowly opened one eye and saw that it was indeed red! You had finally gotten a win!
"Congrats," Sanji applauded as he handed you the anorexic purse. You quickly reached your hand inside and felt around until your hands touched something hard and wooden. You pulled it out and saw that your item was a match! Although slightly confused, you had a good idea who had this item. Though, you still wanted to make sure...
"Who put a match in the purse?" You called out, hoping that your hunch was right. Whitebeard noticed your item and nudged his sleeping son awake. "Hey, boy. Wake up, a girl picked your item." The groggy bo
not what you wantedi wanted to tell you about
yesterday. and how i saw
a shooting star and a face
on the moon that reminds
me of my grandfather.
i wanted to tell you how
i fell on the grass at
sunset and it was poetically
beautiful. but you'd
only tell me that i was
beautiful and then let the wind
blow away what my eyes see.
i wish you loved looking
up at the fragments of
rocks scattered across
the sky. or loved to watch the
clouds go past for twelve hours
straight, but you'd get
bored after two.
i wish i had asked you
what your favourite number
is and what colour your
toothbrush was. my number
is 52. and now you can think
of me every time you see it.
i guess i was always selfish.
i wish you'd listen to
the wind as it growls
my name and moves my house.
i wish we'd fit together
like jam and peanut butter
but we match as much
as my socks do at the moment.
one's green, the other's
a stripy rainbow.
it is not enoughit is not enough just to
miss you. i have to learn
how to walk again; how to
live without meat and
kissing, how to sleep
shaped like a balled up
fist. it is not enough
just to miss you. i have
to adopt twins in
Africa, name them Lost
and Weird, forget to
feed them. i have to
go to every pet store
in America and rescue
all the seahorses. i have
to tattoo D A R K B I R D
inside my lip and stand
in children's playgrounds
like a broken arm, creaking. it
is not enough just to miss
you. it has to hurt. i
have to write poems
that last forever, interpret
dreams about buildings
burning down, flies who
leave their partners for
sad New York waitresses. i
have to work on my
posture. shave my head, wear
white dresses. i have to
be a chaffinch when i curse
into my fingers. it is not
enough to just miss you. i
have to be a crazy
crocus-woman; my lovely
hand curled close around
your heart, a bud sealed
tightly, tightly, tightly...
Born AfarWe would be
Matter of fact.
I'd turn into Penelope.
Pen-e-lope, like cantelope;
she was ripe, over ripe perhaps,
withered with the waiting years,
Penny parched from rolling tears-
enough to swim him home.
If he was water you are stone.
Sandstone. Solid. Something -
young boys need to cling to, something -
a bow to fit the string to, something.
That's not me but it's something.
You would be
weighted and one.
Entirely a second son,
a second son and quite undone,
Stay. Smile upon my
wasted weaving fingertips,
shun your father's treasure ship
and hold me close, alone.
I was Eros once.I stuffed my throat,
and pockets full of roses.
I tied myself up with heartstrings.
I set myself on fire.
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