A new year means another step closer to embracing my flaws, my dreams, and my inner fangirl obsessions: in short, being brave enough to embrace everything that makes me, me. Thus, it seems apt to update this post to reflect how I’ve grown in the past year and admit the truths I am now brave enough to say.
They arrived first: one Asian girl checking their reservation with the host and the other girl checking her frizzy hair in a pocket mirror.
“Stupid humidity—every time,” she groaned as they were shown to their table.
“Do you think she’ll show up?” the Asian girl asked. “Probably not, right? It’s been five years since we’ve talked.”
I have ink in my veins
And blood in my words,
I have a voice behind this pastiche of a life,
A voice that is dying to be heard.
I have verses in my heart
And a heartbeat in my pen,
I have a raft fashioned from rosewood and paper,
That has saved me again and again.Read More »
As red as a wildfire, impossible to tame,
Or the curve of her lips when she whispered his name.
As blue as the ocean, calm and composed,
Or his eyes when he confessed he needed her most.
As purple as the amethyst hugging her finger,
On the day they promised each other forever.
© Jade M. Wong
Imagine the waves crashing on the shore,
The cold saltwater rushing over your ankles,
Startling you back into his arms with a laugh.
Imagine the sky set aflame,
Red like a rose, yellow like molten gold,
Orange burnt like the middle of autumn.Read More »
There’s a little tug at the corner of her lips,
When I tell her a joke and my stomach does flips.
She bursts out laughing, uninhibited and free,
I would do so much just to make her happy.
I remember the laughter of children,
Racing under neon lights,
And the scent of nearby hydrangeas,
Permeating through the night.
I remember the taste of cotton candy,
Melting sugary sweet on my tongue,
And the apples swimming in caramel—
The carefree diet of being young.Read More »
I saw stars
And fairy lights,
It was magic,
A fairy tale.
You healed scars
And lit up nights,
We were exquisite,
© Jade M. Wong
He promised to show me the sunrise.
We would drive to the beach,
Chasing the dawn,
And wiggle our toes in the sand.
Holding on to his promise
Was like waking up from a dream,
Like reaching out next to me,
And feeling the ghost of his hand.Read More »
Stephen King said, “If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot.” Well, since the scorching New York heat is providing a good reason not to go outside my air-conditioned-existence, this seems as good a time as any to Take On The Goodreads Summer Reading Challenge.
I’m reading my way through the Beginners list and wanted to share with you all. Feel free to share your thoughts too!
THE BOOK IS BETTER: READ A BOOK BEING ADAPTED FOR TV OR FILM THIS YEARRead More »
You asked me to write my feelings,
And so I did, although I
Don’t know if you can help me,
But I’d still like you to try.
For years, I’ve walked in the dark
Trying to follow the light within,
But it’s been so long that I don’t know
Where the shadows end and I begin.Read More »