I regret giving up ballet
giving up the chance to learn how to dance
now that the music is finally here,
walked in and broke my silence
and my ribs
my ribs, they started playing like a vintage piano
grand but humble
their ivories tickling my side just enough
to remind me I can still feel love
smitten and soft
like that sincere hello
I havent spoken in years
taped on the roof of my mouth,
my tongue beginning to learn how to write
the letters that I actually mean to give to you
the truth my chicken scratch penmanship will unveil
behind every ending sentence I held on the side of my cheek
because these days I find myself in search of a better word
a better sound, and my body
all she wants to do is paint the air with gestures,
as if the way our movement fills every empty space, writes our names in cursive on the face of time so much that astronauts call home
Just to say they can see how happy you’ve made me
all the way from Space
And not even space is enough distance to cover how long I promise to
keep you safe in the wells of my collarbones
out of two hundred and six, the bone I am most afraid to break
Lies above my chest
And just beneath my head,
afraid because somedays I find my fingers tracing its curve
and I realize how eager I am to break it for absolutely no reason at all,
Afraid because if I do, I’d know what it’s like to collapse like a marionnette
unable to breathe, to stand,
to bend myself into a shape that looks like me
I wonder how you see me
I know I dont look much like a dancer,
some days I imagine I resemble flowers more than people,
like Snowdrops swaying in some secret garden,
some unknown patch of good, tucked away only for people like you to find
but I know not everyone choose to step off the trail
and I wonder if I’m any good at all
There is a German legend, about Snowdrops
Where god sent snow to find flowers and ask them to share their colours
One by one they all said no, except for her, little pearlescent thing,
She agreed and in exchange Snow decided only she could bloom
in His prescence, first in every cold spring,
Cheerful and warm
Wrapped in his white blanket
Sometimes snowdrops and snow reminds me of us
They day you asked me to watch them fall in love
on our lunch break and you held the door for me
and asked if I was cold
For a moment I felt like the snowdrop,
cared for, loved
in the presences of my snow
smiling next to me,
Then I felt like the snow,
Relieved to have found someone willing to share with me
their heart, their favorite season
and this moment,
in vivid colours
I never knew winter could be anything but bleak
but here you are proving to me the colour
white is anything but blank
that it has veins that carries endless hues
I can compare my blushes to
I regret giving up ballet
because here the snow is falling
in sync to the melody the snowdrop is swaying to
If you listen close enough
there is music in the air, a song
Winter is playing just for us
I wonder if I should ask you to dance
If we do, I’d let you lead,
but only if you’ll let me fall in love with you
If you please, allow me to shamelessly use you for
(A les mis
drabble based on @theblazeofmemory‘s blog, who certainly didn’t ask for this but hopefully
likes it anyway)
nervously from one foot onto the other, glancing around. “Jehan someone will
see,” he mutters.
you’re keeping lookout,” Jehan says from their crouched position on the ground.
“I’ve almost got it.”
an uncomfortable noise. It’s Tuesday afternoon, so the zoo isn’t busy at all,
but it’s not deserted either. They glance down at their friend, who is reaching
into the Barred Owl exhibit, a pretty feather just out of reach of their
“Got it!” Jehan
cheers triumphantly. They retract their hand and proudly hold the striped wing
weather up for Joly to see.
says, keeping their voice down. “Now can we go?”
Jehan says, getting back to their feet. “I- Oh!”
groans. “What now?”
Jehan says excitedly, dropping to their already dirty knees again. They point
inside the enclosure.
They are pointing at something revolting. “Jehan no,” he horrors.
“Oh, but it’s
just the right size!” Jehan insists. “Let me just-” They actually lay down flat
on their stomach, shoving their arm underneath the mesh fence all the way up to
disgusting,” Joly protests, glancing at what he can only presume is the skull
of some type of rodent.
to be a doctor!” Jehan snorts, in between noises of frustration.
different,” Joly says indignantly. There is a cheerful shout not too far away,
signalling the approach of children. “Someone’s coming!” he hisses tensely.
almost reach it,” Jehan grunts.
“I am never
taking you to the zoo again,” Joly hisses. He doesn’t mean that. Next to Combeferre, Jehan is definitely one of the
best people to go to the zoo with.
a sad noise, but doesn’t look up.
without more supervision anyway,” Joly adds.
would have helped me,” Jehan points out.
Jehan exclaims and they get to their feet just in time. The young father that
turns the corner a moment later does give them a strange look for their dirt
covered clothes, but he isn’t really in a position to give a lot of attention
to anyone except the two kindergarteners pulling on his hands.
their arm around Jehans and pulls them away from the owls before they can find
more things to scavenge.
sweet?” Jehan says happily, turning the small skull around in their other hand.
“It’ll be so nice when I’ve cleaned it.”
you have, you can tell me what you’re going to use it for,” Joly says. He’s
fine with skeletons, but he really prefers them in a sterile state and, you
know, not stolen from a zoo exhibit.
beams. “Oh, I’m going to-”
“After you’ve cleaned it,” Joly says,
digging around in their pocket for their bottle of hand sanitiser. “Now please put it away and wash your hands.”
You could have one, ten, or a thousand people on your side; but if you don’t believe in yourself, then it doesn’t matter how many are present. You, of all people, must be the first and most strongest supporter.
If you obsess over whether you are making the right decision, you are basically assuming that the universe will reward you for one thing and punish you for another. The universe has no fixed agenda. Once you make any decision, it works around that decision. There is no right or wrong, only a series of possibilities that shift with each thought, feeling, and action that you experience.
Have I mentioned how much I enjoy the thought of Harry and Draco back at Hogwarts years after they leave? If not, let me take a few moments of your time to elucidate:
Inter-house rivalry at the head table
inter-house rivalry between classes
Knowing (memorizing) each other’s schedule and casually bringing it up in conversation–with or outside of each other
Seeming like a married couple to everyone else but not realizing it themselves
Intense quidditch debates in the staff room
students like to hang around outside because they’re always loud and always hilarious (and sometimes often result in creative new insults to add to their repertoire)
Grading together in one of their quarters and snarking over ridiculous student answers
Quibbling over teaching methods to the point of pedantry just to be annoying to the other
Trying the “I’ve never been more shocked by student behaviour in my life” approach on students who misbehave, none of whom believe it because they’ve heard stories of Harry and Draco’s time at Hogwarts (usually by the other in classes, ex. Draco climbing a tree because he wanted Harry’s attention)
Patrolling the hallways over Christmas hols
“Here. This is the statue Flitwick said he’s caught kids fooling around behind. Go check it out.”
“Why do I have to go?”
“What are you, scared?”
“… Fine, you absolute tosser. …Woah, Malfoy, come check this out.”
“What? What is it?”
“Just get back here and you’ll see.”
“I’m not going to fall for your tricks, Potter. I’m not going back there.”
They end up necking behind the statue like students