#skating
You asked to come to the skatepark today,
You asked how bad could it be?
So I packed my board with the razortail,
And we skated until three,
You threw the board down,
And scraped it hard,
Upon that cold wet ground,
We laughed it off,
But i already knew,
That screeching scraping sound,
We tried a ramp, but you fell short, and landed on the floor,
You shrugged it off, but i heard that sound,
And it shook me to my core,
We finished the day by walking home, which is when you found,
My arms covered in those silly marks, that screeching scraping sound,
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 4:23 PM UTC
Alysha Liu started climbing the highest mountain, starting when she was five, and fifteen years later, she reached the top.
Starting at an early age, the seed was planted in a dream, and was nourished, cultivated, and strengthened through the years of grueling practices, a pause at 16, a hesitation, and then an about-face. Today, she is an Olympic Champion in figure skating. And deservingly so.
Her family, especially her dad, was in front.
But nature had her back.
She blended with the elements. So free spirited as the wind. So radiant as the sun. So mysterious and exotic as the moon.
Alysha won prettily in Italy.
She carried herself well in a golden sequin dress, with a golden halo hairdo, and those sparkling golden eyes. She was more than cute. She was golden, wholesome, and real. And she skated to perfection.
She made the US proud, crowd and loud over her accomplishments. And deservedly so
And her family, fans, and freedom absolutely adore her.
There will be other winners. But there will be none like Alysha, bunny-hopping "her way" to her coaches after her performance, where her warmth and good vibes touch everyone along the way that is watching as she greets her coaches--- all with tears of joy in their eyes.
Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 11:41 PM UTC
rosy cheeks
cold night
gliding on the ice
cultivating peace
gusts of wind
empty trees
gratitude is nice
laced with snowflakes
i look up to the great big sky
i give it my thanks
i look up to the great big sun
i feel the heat on my face
grateful to be alive
Dec 28, 2025
Dec 28, 2025 at 10:54 AM UTC
wind in my face
doing this since
I was half my age
sweat on my forehead
warmth from the helmet
moving fast
while
passion lasts
going up
going down
massage under my feet
cause the beton can't beat
all off the speed
make me small
so I won't fall
my knees low
wheels will grow
rollerblades
inline skates
rolling shoes
call them all what you want
make another brand
I still stand
Aug 15, 2025
Aug 15, 2025 at 9:32 AM UTC
i cant breathe, i cant think
i cant skate, because the rink
its too warm
melting ice
my one solace
my one vice
i cant freeze
freeze my brain
lose myself in the music
get lost in the pain
the sting of the cold
my movements bold
i cant sing
i cant swing
move my body
i cant move
i cant think
May 16, 2025
May 16, 2025 at 11:14 AM UTC
The surface has many
Tracks,
Where previous thinkers
Have passed
It's easy to slot into one
Thinking it's you're own path
Jumping grooves
The next stage,
Gaining multiple view
Confusing at times
But worth it,
The *** is starting to brew
Skating on the surface of knowledge
How fast do you want to go?
Take a break at the side
When exhausted,
What next do you want to know?
Aug 30, 2024
Aug 30, 2024 at 1:07 PM UTC
The cocktail waitress in the corner
Tonight she skates at Roller City
In polka dots and ponytails
Her lips pursed and polished
For she disapproves of most everything that offers little reflection
No bringing your own music
No pinching the dancers
She moves to a secret sound
Regarding herself as an international spy
In the house of fun
Jul 14, 2023
Jul 14, 2023 at 5:14 PM UTC
A spinning
Arched
Emboldened
Shimmering
Figurine
Ice reflecting a sacrosanct vision
Mortal coil stretched to breakdown
Regenerative and discourse stoked kama
Death spiralling trust placed in your hands
Crystalline evoking emotions
Materialising within our mind
Fingers feeling through the foggy delirium
Cut deeply by the double edged blade
Evocative endorphinal spirits bled
Behind us we leave a trail
Etched through our souls
Graffiti of memorable days
An ever present high pitched grind
Get up again and again from that icy stromatic bed
May 8, 2022
May 8, 2022 at 6:40 PM UTC
Poetry in motion
Hair in the wind
One with my emotions
Dedicated to the present
Full of presence
As I roll around
Words and wheels
Healing the world's essence.
Jul 12, 2021
Jul 12, 2021 at 4:28 PM UTC
Sway like the wind
Contract your core
Feel it harden
Let out your roar
As you release with intention
Lay her out flat
Juke
With determination
Make the blockers curse
Cause they lost track
Nickel and dime
My currency
As I make
My way back around
Securing our victory
As the venue fills with joyous sound
Jul 8, 2021
Jul 8, 2021 at 3:28 AM UTC
She dances on the feeble ice
Her moves so precise
A leap for some spice
It's something she feels through her bones
As music and their blending tones
The wind through her hair
She has a spark, a flare
Sliding on the ice without a care
Humming to an unheard tune
In her own beautiful cocoon
The sky a deep maroon
To any disturbance she is immune
She twirls like a top
Moving nonstop
Her hands free in the air
She moves without a care
~23/3/21
Mar 23, 2021
Mar 23, 2021 at 8:38 AM UTC
The music is playing.
All eyes are on me.
The arena is silent.
My choreography is my enemy.
I begin my prep,
For something I’ve never done.
The Axel
The Axel
It’s the only one.
I shiver and I shudder.
It is oh so cold.
I really need to do this,
To win the Olympic Gold
My toe-pick hits the ice
And makes a loud Chk.
I go up and rotate,
Then I come back down and stick.
I did it! It was awesome!
I take a pose.
The crowd erupts.
I froze.
I looked up at the scoreboard.
I looked at my coaches so bold.
And I found out,
That I had won the Olympic Gold.
Feb 5, 2021
Feb 5, 2021 at 5:14 PM UTC
Not an impulsive interest,
But a gradual love.
In the midst of this stress and uncertainty,
One thing I know for sure.
I crave the freedom of skating.
The mental release it has to offer.
Like releasing myself from this cage,
I’m locked in.
A brief solace,
From my over worked brain.
To feel the wind in between my hair
Fresh air filling my lungs.
My strong legs supporting my body,
Knees bent ready to take off.
The taste of victory in my mouth,
Sweaty adrenaline palms.
I want roller skates,
So very badly.
- a broke struggling student
Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 6:11 PM UTC
Tie my laces,
Anchor me now,
Release the tide of emotion,
It’s ready for the crowd,
Electricity pulses in my chest,
Jolts through my limbs,
And sparks at my finger tips,
Connected to the earth,
I’m grounded,
I’m strong,
My stride will leave lightning,
Powerful and long,
My decisions quick,
Agile, steady,
Ready to dip, dive,
Juke, swerve,
Hop & leap,
Through that hole,
I'm ready,
Ready to be a brace,
For my family,
Jam or be a ****
To achieve our goal,
Together as one we skate,
Into the unknown future we go.
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 6:58 PM UTC
How ephemeral the memories now seem.
As if they truly come from a world altogether unfamiliar…
Tis but a dream
The early mornings spent on ice,
The blinding lights and gorgeous whites,
Thirsty lungs,
Tired quadriceps,
And of course bruised knees.
And all of them filled to bursting with the emphatic movements,
Gestures,
Leaps,
And lifts,
Of the bladed ballerinas
That dance across my fading dreamscapes…
The ice-dancer glides effortlessly,
But with purpose austere.
Every muscle contracted in the manner most conducive
To manifesting their artistic desire.
From fingertips
To toe-picks
Their body transfigured into an instrument of emotion —
A weapon of beauty.
From start to end each routine is a metamorphosis:
Budding and blooming along a euphonious plane
Until the artist’s full potential is revealed…
The energy released —
The raw power,
Of the jumps and spins,
Kaleidoscopic fireworks
Clashing
Against the roaring white backdrop:
Each explosion
The ignition of a chambered round;
The spiralling bullet,
The impact on target…
The artist’s winter warfare actualized.
Last night,
As such ballerinas …riveting …terrifying
Danced around the panorama of my mind’s eye
I recalled that ultimate unison between flesh and spirit;
That of the figure skater
Painting their art
On a canvas most cruel.
Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 9:05 PM UTC
”yet the fervent flame that fuels her will flatten her to bodilessness” — bodiless by Christina Weiler
her blades like
shiny silver roots
dug into
cold white soil
shaped thighs and calves
ankles forged from steel
firm and strong
s t r o n g
know their frictionless home
better than the restrictive
ground for mortals
she learned to
skate
before she could
crawl
the chill that
penetrates
her
does not freeze–
it
charges her body
fizzles in her blood
fills her lungs with
red hot molten
fury
each powerful
gut-wrenching
scratch
scrape
sharp edge
carves
echoing prayers into
the heart of her
unforgiving god
ordered
by a world that doesn't
understand where she came from
(whether heaven or hell no one really knows or cares)
to shatter
the ice dreams that saved (or cursed) her
to obey
the ground
to pretend that she will find that thrill—
find herself— in
something else
but through the aches she knows
she will never
forget
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 1:03 AM UTC
with the stretch of his arms
he created the world
breathed life into it, a melody produced
no songs existed before
he walked, danced across the land and seas
and caressed the skies
they called him King
and prayed to him through and through
sorrow and joys, dreams and storms
a lover lost, memories gained
with the nod of his head
he flew above them
tore the skies apart, fingers pointed at
the sun, daring, duelling
smiting its rays of boastful light
there can only be one sun, he said
there can only be one him, he asserted
there can only be One, he cried
he fought like a champion, the winner
who rises while falling
with the raise of his fist
he shouted a name
no one knew whose it was, no one
dared to seek the truth
"King, oh King, we call thy name"
"I am here, I call your name"
there went the Light, a heat
permeating, invading, but like a whisper
cared and loved, silenced
the troubles in their hearts
a heart of gold
he revealed his name
a name so sweet
a name so strong
his name was Yuzuru
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 3:33 AM UTC
I went for a skate
Down to the grocery store
I forgot my shoes
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 7:56 PM UTC
i could feel everything.
my toes as they grip the board
and my tongue as it swirls and tastes the food in my mouth.
and for an ounce of an instant,
everything felt real.
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 12:30 PM UTC
He works, and smokes, and skates a board,
finds every waking day a chore.
His dealer says he knows the score
-he'll have a 20s, maybe more.
Takes drugs so he feels less ignored
in social circles
acts the lord,
in every conversation, bored.
Since, of himself he's so unsure.
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 7:03 AM UTC
these cold white floors
are never enough
to mirror the purity of your heart
or to capture your hands' warmth
the intricacy weaved on your clothes
and patterns drawn by your feet
can never compare to
the dancing heart you wear on your sleeve
so don't look down
every time you fall
but hold on to their arms
and firm words and calls
to yourself, you're imperfect
to me, you're emboldened:
you don't need to win gold
when you're already golden
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 10:25 AM UTC
A river frozen deep, a blanket of smooth ice.
Wide and forever in all directions.
I skate.
Wind whispering through the strands of my hair,
a sweet conversation.
Gliding,
I draw with the blades of my skates,
My skirt is flattered by the wind, how flirtatious.
Flying,
My feet begin to confuse the ice for air and start to float.
Free.
I feel the warmth of ice.
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 7:06 AM UTC
I never told you I would leave.
Us;
In an airplane over Russia;
Our feet slipping into skates too small;
Sipping a distinctive type of chai.
You know me too familiar.
When I shiver, so do you.
We speak in our own language,
One in which the light bends
From your sapphire eyes;
One in which we are twins.
We burn together.
in summer.
To be free.
<I love you in every transatlantic mile.>
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 11:12 PM UTC