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Remember not to compare yourself to strangers on the internet.

Remember that Alan Rickman was a struggling 40-something stage and TV actor when cast in his first breakthrough film.

Remember that there is no magic cure… Continue reading

This or That Book Tag

So technically, I wasn’t tagged for this, but technically I was because Quirky Victorian at (Over) Analysing Literature chose to do an open tag on her post. 

Works for me!

1) Reading on the couch or On the bed?


2) Male main character or Female main character?

Although my favorite books have had male protagonists, I definitely prefer female main characters. My only issue with the majority of female characters is that too often, they’re portrayed as vapid and cringe-worthy. I apologize in advance for offending any Twilight fans, but I want more Hermione Grangers and less Bella Swans. Continue reading

[Flash Fiction] Afterlife

The scenes unfolded like a movie in a luxury theater. There were cushioned seats, surround sound amplified by the domed ceiling, and no phones ringing during the good parts.

Some scenes I remembered vividly, like the first time my parents took me to the beach. I stayed in the water until I turned into a prune, and vowed to the ocean that I’d return as a mermaid.

Some scenes I forgot completely, like that time I passed a girl in the mall and complimented her pixie haircut. I didn’t know she was a cancer survivor whose hair had just begun to grow back. My compliment had made her day.

To me, those scenes were just filler moments, but I learned now that a filler moment in one person’s life is a life-changing one in another’s.


I turned to the angel sitting beside me. “I never thought of my life as important before.”

“We never do.” The angel unfurled her wings, all six feet of incandescent white. “It’s time to make your choice, dear.”

© Jade M. Wong 2016

Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Word Count: 174.

Four Fact Survey

Just when I think I’ve got this lateness thing under control, I blink and it’s been a month since Fernanda over at Mystery Date With A Book tagged me with this survey.


Without further procrastination-


1) Jade (as it is my alter-ego pseudonym)
2) Complete Real Life Name (which I can’t reveal because that defeats the purpose of having an alter-ego pseudonym)
3) Miss! (Because that’s easier for kids to say than, well, anything else)


10 things

1) 10 Things I Hate About You

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2) The Avengers

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[Flash Fiction] 10:30. Rosewood Station.

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Photo: J Hardy Carroll

10:30. Rosewood Station. That was the time and place stamped across his train ticket.

I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into. But of course, he didn’t know. All he knew was the life he was leaving behind.

A life of pretending to be someone he wasn’t, of pleading with his parents to accept him.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the Rosewood Station-bound 10:30 train is now arriving.”

Ready or not. He adjusted his knapsack containing the only remnants of his life he had been able to salvage – some clothes and a passport his parents hadn’t thrown away.

Here I go.

© Jade M. Wong 2016

Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count: 100 exactly.

[Poetry] The Last One


A long time ago, I trusted them. I trusted them to take care of my creations, and to protect my saplings from harm. It never occurred to me that my creations would need protecting from them.

A long time ago, I gave them life. I gave them the cleanest air to breathe, and the freshest food. I gave them shelter from the elements and wood to burn for warmth. It never occurred to me that they would refuse to put out the fire.

A long time ago, I gave them a chance. Now, I know better. Now, I’m taking back my last surviving tree. Now, I’m taking back the life I gave.

© Jade M. Wong 2016

Written for MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge Prompt #113. My very first time writing something for one of their prompts!

I’m also experimenting with prose poetry. Does this even count as prose poetry? My muse says yes, but I’m a little more skeptical. What do you guys think?

[Flash Fiction] Guardian Angel


Watching her writhing limbs, I knew every second counted when I plunged my arm through her stomach. A startled gasp left her lips as my iciness collided with her warmth. Squeezing the poison out, I sighed with relief as life poured rosy hues back into her cheeks. Her unsteady gaze took a minute to focus and when her eyes widened, I knew she was seeing the dazzling lights and my glowing white robes.

“Who…you?” The words tumbled out in a raspy breath.

“Your guardian angel.”

“Why…look like that?”

“Because the living want angels to be beautiful.”

“I want…you really look.”

The bright lights dimmed until they no longer hid my limp black hair and smooth pale face – there’s no conditioner in the afterlife, but there aren’t any pimples either. The white robes faded into a white wedding dress embellished with gold, my wedding dress that I was wearing the day I died.

Her breathing became even and she whispered the first complete sentence since I’d saved her life. “You’re already beautiful.”

The words wafted into me, bringing with them a sense of warmth I hadn’t felt in so long. “I’d been waiting to hear those words my entire life.”

© Jade M. Wong 2016

Written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner. Word Count: 200.

[Supernatural Fanfiction] The Prank War

Photo: SWritings

Dean Winchester trudged into the kitchen, glanced at his brother Sam peering at him from the brim of his coffee mug, and did an instant double-take. “What?”


“I don’t like the look on your face.”

“You mean my drinking-coffee-minding-my-own-business look?”

Dean’s silent stare over the top of his own steaming coffee mug said plainly he wasn’t buying the innocent act.

“Alright, but you started this prank war and I didn’t want to drag Baby into it, but you-”

“Baby?” Dean froze as his brain kicked into overdrive, then bolted out of the kitchen, splattering coffee behind him.

A distraught “BABY! WHAT HAS HE DONE TO YOU” roared from the garage. It had taken Sam all night, but Dean’s prized 1967 Chevy Impala, normally a sleek black, was now painted a multitude of colors, flowers, and whatever else had struck Sam’s fancy.

Sam sipped his coffee calmly. Sam: 1. Dean: 0.

© Jade M. Wong 2016

Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Word Count: 151

Can you believe this is the first time I’ve written Fanfiction for Supernatural? I know! My inner fangirl can’t believe it either. 


[Flash Fiction] The Answer Is Always Yes

“Peek-a-boo, hide-and-seek,
Past the cypress tree, down the creek,
Chrysanthemums will mark the gate,
Would you like to join our playdate?”

“A playdate? Sounds fun! Will there be cookies?”

“No cookies for breakfast, Emmi. Go wash up, now.”

“Okay, mummy,” Emmi giggled, taking the stairs two at a time, her auburn curls escaping from her ponytail with every skip.

“We’ll have cookies, we’ll have cakes,
We’ll swim all day in the pretty lake,
We’re starting soon, so don’t be late,
Would you like to join our playdate?”

“Yes, but there’s no lake here, silly,” Emmi replied, as she peeked outside the bathroom window. “Oh!”

There, like a mirage under the sweltering city sun, stood a wooden gate entwined with colorful chrysanthemums. Beyond, Emmi could see a thin, sparkling creek, disappearing into the distance. And waving to her, with skin as flawless as porcelain, were doll-like girls, singing a song only Emmi could hear.

“Mummy, I’m going on a playdate with the dolls!”

“The what? Emmi!” Her mother exclaimed, dropping plates with a clatter as she tried to catch her daughter. She tore open the backdoor just in time to see the ends of Emmi’s red curls vanishing into thin air.

© Jade M. Wong 2016

Written for Sacha Black’s Writespiration #88: It’s A Doll’s Life and for KL Caley’s MayDays Prompt: A Little Lost. Word Count: 200 words! 

First time joining MayDays. So many prompts, so little time!


A Snapshot


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So I joined The Great Book of Lists for the first time back in February and then proceeded to drop off a cliff and go MIA for a bit, but behold my dramatic entrance!

This week’s prompt? I Am Currently…

Loving…reconnecting over tea and sarcasm with my sassy Muse

Eating…Mother’s Day dinner at Yu Sushi Bar!

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[Writers Quote Wednesday] Maybe I’m The Fantasy

When I was born, they had my life planned out for me. It was the life of all the girls that had come before me.

When I was a child, they taught me to say “please” and “thank you”. They taught me to slow down when I ran like the wind and to smooth out my yellow sundress because it shouldn’t be wrinkled.

When I was a teenager, they taught me that two cups of water for every one cup of rice was the most important math formula I needed to know. They taught me that I didn’t know what I wanted in a boy, and that I was not to worry because they knew the perfect boy for me when the time came.

When I was in my twenties, they taught me that it was time to outgrow my hobby for creative writing. They taught me to study the practical field, and that anything outside from my life plan was a fantasy.

When I was in my twenties, I taught myself to say “No”. Continue reading

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[Poetry] Tu Sei Quello Che Amo | You Are The One I Love

Al mondo tu sei diabolico, intrigante, e furbo,
Ma a me tu sei angelico, amabile, e incantato.
Al mondo tu sei fatale, pericoloso, e nocivo,
Ma tu sei la persona unica che mi dai sicurezza.
Al mondo tu sei disonesto e bugiardi,
Ma sempre tu dici me la verita.
Al mondo tu sei ribelle,
Ma a me tu sei un dirigente.
Al mondo tu non sei buono abbastanza,
Ma a me tu sei tutto.

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To the world, you are diabolical, scheming, and sly,
But to me you are angelic, lovable, and enchanting.
To the world you are fatal, dangerous, and harmful,
But you are the only person who makes me feel safe.
To the world, you are dishonest and a little liar,
But you always tell me the truth.
To the world you are a rebel,
But to me, you are a leader.
To the world, you are not good enough,
But to me, you are everything.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Day 30 of NaPoWriMo. Prompt: Translate a poem from another language.

Muse: *Muffled screams into pillow* ICMDUFTS
Me: Uh-what?
Muse: *Violently throws pillow at my face* I SAID I CAN’T DO THIS.
Me: It’s okay-
Muse: NO IT’S NOT. You never said I had to be multilingual! I am a force of creative inspiration, not a Google Translate app!
Me: I never said-
Muse: It’s impossible. We’re going to have to forego the prompt. I’ll look through our writing notebook for something-what are you doing?
Me: I’m dusting off a poem I wrote a long time ago in Italian called “Tu Sei Quello Che Amo”.
Muse: *Blinks blinks* But you don’t know Italian.
Me: I studied Italian for three years, remember? High school? You were there, Muse.
Muse: Ohh yeah…looks like I’m multilingual after all. I-I mean-WE make such a good team. 

30 days of NaPoWriMo, DONE. This year was my first year participating and even though I finished a week late, better late than never is kinda my motto for life. *Throws confetti in air*!

Thank you guys for all the reads & comments. You guys made this NaPoWriMo really worthwhile.

[Poetry] I Don’t Remember


Pic: Adrian Limani @ Deviantart

No, I don’t remember how I used to hug you
How my arms stretched snugly around your waist
No, I don’t remember how you gripped my hand tight,
How you made sure I’d feel safe in your embrace.
No, I don’t remember how we were lovers under the stars
How we traced constellations that lit up the night
No, I don’t remember how you would take a deep breath
How you would step away before we could fight.
No, I don’t remember how I waited that day
How I waited so long that the silence became eerie
No, I don’t remember how I finally understood
That was the last time you would walk away from me.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Day 29 of NaPoWriMo. Prompt: Write a poem based on things you remember.

I tried to follow the prompt, but…this is what came out. On another note, ONE MORE DAY. I’m so close to finishing this, I can taste the mugs of tea I’ll be inhaling as I forego all sleep. Who needs sleep when you have poetry, am I right?  

[Flash Fiction] TIMBER!

Photo: @momtheobscure

“Now, I want this to be a peaceful family vacation, you hear me?”

They nodded their heads dutifully under their mother’s take-no-prisoners stare.

“I want to leave this beach exactly the way we arrived. Understood?”

They nodded again, their eyes cast downward.

“Okay, go play. Don’t forget to stay on this side of the rocks!”

A chorus of giddy “Yes, mom!” rang out as they dashed onto the private beach, leaving their mother to enjoy the peace and quiet.

She had stretched on the warm sand for all of two seconds when a deafening crash reverberated through the air, followed by, “I didn’t say to use your powers!”


She turned and gaped at the sight of the previously-sturdy hill crumbling into clouds of dust. Giant rocks tumbled down, breaking into pebbles at the feet of a little boy with his left fist outward as if he was trying to punch the hill. Two pairs of guilty eyes slowly turned to stare at her.  

© Jade M. Wong 2016

Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Word Count: 164.

[Poetry] This Is My Story


This is a story of how I lived.
My memories with the people closest to me
They had stories apiece, and through them relived
All those days we spent living so carefree
I don’t know if it was a blessing or a curse
I was able to see people actually miss me
I don’t know why I didn’t move on at first
I lingered awhile, just floating idly,
To this day, I don’t know why I had to die
I didn’t plan it and I don’t know why
One day I upped and left my body behind
This is a story of how I died.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Day 28 of NaPoWriMo. Prompt: Write a poem that tells a story backwards. 

This was tricky. That is all. 

[Poetry] A Life Lesson

They say people don’t change
Or can’t change
Or won’t change
Whatever the case may be.

But I’ve come to learn that sometimes, people do change,
And sometimes, they don’t change back
And sometimes, you have to move on,
Because you can’t spend your life waiting for them to change back,

Sometimes the only thing you can do
Is pick up the memories you once shared
And make something beautiful out of them.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Day 27 of NaPoWriMo, off prompt today.

Muse & I took a weekend off because Life insisted, and now we’re playing catch-up with the prompts again. We’re probably going to stick to the prompts from here on out, but for today, this is a little something I scribbled because it’s been jostling around in my mind, and I’m not even sure if it counts as poetry, to be honest. 

[Flash Fiction] The Last Two Occupants


A loud whoosh rattled the derelict hut as strong gusts spit out two boys, tumbling over each other in incoherent shouts.



The tangle of limbs separated and two pairs of eyes scanned their new surroundings. Grimy rags hung on metal rafters and mismatched books lined the walls.

“Where are we?”

“Better question…how do we get out?”

The boys stared at each other through identical panicked faces. No doors. No windows. No way out. They yelped when a voice boomed around them.

“Welcome, Occupants 706 and 707. I had waited years for this day. At last, the final two.”

© Jade M. Wong 2016

Combined prompts for Friday Fictioneers and Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner. Word count: 100 exactly!

This was also written as a standalone sequel to a previous Flash Fiction of mine: No Trespassing

[Poetry] Everything To Lose


What was it like to love him?
To answer that question, you need to ask me another,
What was it like to know him?
The man I knew was not known to any other.
He was shy and he was kind,
And he struggled relentlessly with a broken mind.
He showed the world a face that was empty
And he saved his shattered soul for me.
Loving him was loving those pieces
It was taking his soul and smoothing out the creases
It was loving a man so in tune with my needs
He’d rather my heart be whole while his own bleeds.
Why did you love him if it was so hard?
Hard? Loving him was easy, as easy as breathing,
As easy as letting the light in, healing,
Because loving him was embracing both the light and the dark,
It flowed like a stream and like hot fire, it sparked.
Why did you love him?
I loved him because I loved myself
Because I deserved a love like nothing else
I loved him because I had the right to choose
And together with him, we had everything to lose.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Combined NaPoWriMo prompts!

Day 25: Write a poem that begins with a line from another poem. I chose Lang Leav’s Three Questions. And coincidentally, the poem I wrote also works for…

Day 26: Write a poem that incorporates a call and response. Don’t you just love it when the universe aligns? 

[Flash Fiction] Dinner with the Undead

Photographer: Graham Lawrence

“Say, do you mind loosening this rope just a tad so I can escape and take great pleasure in kicking your undead ass?” She smiled sweetly, refusing to wince as the thick cords rubbed her flesh, her blood smelling metallic and potent.

“I hate that she’s a talker.” The ugly one standing guard by the window spat in annoyance. Granted, they were all ugly. Skeletally tall with gaunt sunken faces. Whoever said vampires were hot had a seriously weird fetish.

“I think she’s delicious,” Ugly #2 smirked, brushing against the plump red rose as he leaned over the centerpiece. A black hue imbued the flower where he had touched it and rushed through the petals like a virus, until it was sullied and dead.

“Ooh, you killed His flower,” She crooned in a sing-song voice. “He’s-”

“He’s here!”

A blue glow lit the windows and flooded into the Gothic-style room, illuminating the crimson velvet décor and shiny wineglasses with an ominous tint.

She struggled uselessly against the stupid ropes. Great, Daddy’s home.

© Jade M. Wong 2016

Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Word count: 172. First time writing about vampires! 

[Poetry] When We Find The Courage To Remember


A hazy dream, easily forgotten
A shadow of a memory, pushed aside
A misty thought, lost, never to be found
When we do not wish to remember.

A half-opened door with a secret
A recollection whispering through
The door is shut, the key thrown away
When we fear of what we can remember.

A tiny light in the midst of the dark
A warm laugh in the falling of the tears
A gentle voice among the shouts
When we find the courage to remember.

© Jade M. Wong 2016

Day 24 of NaPoWriMo. Went off-prompt, chose instead to dust off another old poem. The muse and I need a nap. 

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[Poetry] A Wrong Love

I knew from the first time I saw the curve of his smile
I knew from the first time our fingers intertwined
I knew from the way the butterflies stayed awhile
And the tingles from the way his lips touched mine.
I knew from the stifled giggles and the sweet whisperings
I knew from the soft kisses and the gentle strokes on my arm
I knew from all the times that he held my gaze lingering
And all the promises that I would never come to harm.
I knew he was wrong for me from the very start
I knew I was crazy for wanting him anyway
I knew that I was letting him break my heart
I knew I’d always be the one to walk away.
But most of all, I knew that when the pain waned
I would always be strong enough to love again.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Day 23 of NaPoWriMo. Prompt: Write a sonnet.

Personally, I’m a fan of Shakespearean sonnets (I wrote one for an earlier NaPoWriMo), because less restrictions make for a happy Jade. 

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Photographer: Stefan @ flickr

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[Poetry] It’s Our Earth Day Too

I’ve called Earth home for more than 100 years
The largest of turtles, yet many of us have disappeared
It’s our Earth Day too.

You love that I’m black, white, Asian, and cuddly,
If you love me, why are there not more of me?
It’s our Earth Day too.

Beautifully brilliant blues, vibrant oranges and reds,
Bloody feathers of homeless macaws, lying on the ground dead.
It’s our Earth Day too.

There are no land animals larger or smarter than me,
Yet it seems I’m only good for producing abundant ivory.
It’s our Earth Day too.

Easily the most recognizable butterflies with our bright orange wings,
Eventually, there’ll be a day we won’t come back in the spring.
It’s our Earth Day too.

I’m a Panamanian symbol of good luck and prosperity
How ironic that I now only exist in captivity.
It’s our Earth Day too.

It’s time to put your pride aside,
And discard the veil left too long on your eyes
It’s time to realize it’s not all about you,
We exist; it’s our Earth Day too.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Day 22 of NaPoWriMo. Prompt: Earth Day. 

Any chance I get to give a voice to those who have none, in this world where their voices desperately need to be heard…is a chance I will take. 

Inspired by Racing Extinction’s “It’s Our Earth Day Too” Campaign

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Photographer: Joel Satore

[Flash Fiction] The Little Girl in the Back Seat


I’m sure that the little girl in that back seat was signing us…can you speed up a little bit?”

Devan rolled his eyes, but complied, edging closer to the boxy car in front.

“She’s spelling something.”

Devan started to reply with something along the lines of ‘you’re being paranoid, bro’, but stopped short when he saw the wide-eyed girl staring at him through the back window, feverishly moving her hands.

“Two fingers to the right…‘H’.”

Devan glanced at his brother, who had pulled up the Sign Language alphabet on his phone, his gaze hastily moving from the girl to his phone and back.  

“Sort of a fist…‘O’? No, wait, ‘E’. And that’s an ‘L’. And…”


Devan looked at his brother in silence, time stopping as realization dawned on them. In a jolt of reality rushing back, Devan floored the accelerator, his brother gripping his seatbelt with one hand and dialing 911 with the other.

“We’re chasing a little girl who’s been kidnapped! WE’RE ON A FREAKING HIGHWAY. THRE ARE NO CROSS-STREETS-”

Devan tuned out his brother, focusing on tailing the car, the pleading gaze of the little girl glued to his. Hang in there, honey. Help’s coming.

© Jade M. Wong 2016

Written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner. Word Count: 198. 

[Poetry] The Book of Shadows


Another demon, another day
Will evil ever stay away?
Look, another demon’s trying to steal me,
Whee! There I go, flying away.
Surely by now these demons realize
That even if they try a thousand times
I’ll always protect myself from evil
And yet they always seem so surprised.

Oh, it seems the sisters need a spell,
Hmm, it’s a tricky demon, I can tell
But no fear, in my pages, I’m sure
Are the instructions to vanquish him well.
Wait, it looks like it’s a potion they’ll need
Ugh, this demon is a nasty breed
With a vanquishing potion that’s difficult to brew
But I know the sisters will succeed.

See, all witches have a book of shadows
But none are quite like me,
I belong to the Charmed Ones,
And the Power of Three will set us free.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Day 21 for NaPoWriMo. Prompt: Write a poem from the perspective of a minor character.

I chose to write about the Book of Shadows because I am slightly Charmed obsessed. 

Honest Cover Letter: A Response

Dear Ms. Corporate Whore,

Thank you for your interest in our company. Your cover letter was impressive in its outspoken and brusque honesty. In the name of fairness, I will proceed with the remainder of this correspondence in equal candor.

Although you have stated your name as Corporate Whore, I have decided to address you from this point forward as Eternally Unemployed: it’s apt, take it or leave it. While I have no doubt that your motivation for applying to this position is to make money, I do question your self-claimed ability to follow basic instructions as well as your ability to make simple edits.

If you refer back to our job posting, you will see clearly stated a bullet point instructing all interested applicants to submit a resume AND ONLY a resume. Also, I have no need for a “referee” (and I fail to see how a referee has any relation to your being a possible axe murderer); I also see no need for a reference in your case. It would seem your ability to spot imbeciles is sorely lacking as well.

Again, thank you for your interest and time in our company. On behalf of the insufferable idiots ghastly employed in this corporate behemoth that has a 4.9 Yelp review and was rated as the #1 Best Place to Work in 2016 on Glassdoor, I wish you the best of luck in your future endeavors. I daresay you will need it.

Yours Truly,

Winning at Life | Head Recruiter

I couldn’t resist doing a response! Thanks for the laugh & fun, Fionn!


 Corporate Whore

456 Unemployed Boulevard


Corporate Pimps

123 Blah Blah Street



Dear whatever your name may be,

I’ll call you Kelly: it’s unisex, take it or leave it. I’d like to work in order to make money so I have enough to pay the essentials. In regards to job REF: 1/2388365887070587304867590820480290 I feel I have the credentials to do the job well. I’m not going to grovel and say how brilliant your branch of the multi-national corporate behemoth is, or show that I have any knowledge of the values that you hold so dearly but do not apply.

I can follow basic instructions, I have worked before and can provide a referee if needed as I like you understand there is that 1 in a million chance I’m an axe murderer, although lately they have gone out of fashion tending to favour more sophisticated techniques and…

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[Poetry] Best Friend

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Life Raft-
In a sea of bad thoughts
Fresh Air-
In a room of smoke
Unwavering heart-
Among disbelievers
Stifled Laughs-
Among inside jokes
Sun’s Rays-
Breaking through the clouds
Cool Rain-
Cleansing through the soul
Sticky Tape-
To put the pieces together
Other half-
To make me whole.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Day 20 of NaPoWriMo. Prompt: Write a kenning poem.

This is sorta a kenning poem…it’s kenning-ish. 

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[Poetry] How To Remember Me

Do not only remember what you wish to be true,
I did not live to satisfy you.
Do not portray me with only visions of beauty,
I did not live to be known as pretty.
Do not speak of me and fail to mention my flaws,
I did not live to hear only applause.
Do not forget that I was both spiteful and kind,
My heart was warm, but sometimes blind.
I was not insignificant. I was not carefree.
I wore my scars both beautiful and beastly.
Do not only remember what you wish to be true,
I did not live to satisfy you. 

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Day 19 of NaPoWriMo. Prompt: Write a didactic poem. 

When I think didactic poetry, I think of one of my favorite poems in general, Mary Elizabeth Frye’s “Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep”, and inspired by her poem, I’ve penned my version. 

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[Poetry] The Sound of Home

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Oven dings to reveal oddly-shaped cookies
“We’ll never make these perfectly round, will we?”
Popcorn pop-pop-popping in the microwave
“That’s a lot of butter, aren’t you feeling brave?”
Theme song chiming, notes floating through the air
“The movie’s starting, hurry and get out here!”
Clattering and clinking of plates and silverware
“Hey, I called dibs on the nachos, not fair!”
Flopping on the sofa with giggles and sighs
“Stop making me laugh, I’ve got tears in my eyes!”
Silencing the world for one more memory
“Home’s always sounded like you and me.”

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Day 18 of NaPoWriMo. Prompt: Write a poem that incorporates the “sound of home”. 

A few days late on NaPoWriMo again, because this poem was giving me so much trouble for days that I had half a mind to chuck it out the window. 

*Picture Credit: MivTheVampire 2009*

[Poetry] Let Dreams Grow

Let Dreams grow,
For like life,
They flourish with care
And decay with strife.

Fuel them with Hope
You’ll never be lost,
Always Persevere,
At whatever cost,

For only when
You care with Love
Undying and when
You never give up

With Toil and Passion
With Sweat and Tears
Only then will your dreams
Overcome all fears

Only then will they become
All the wonder they’re meant to be
Only then will you achieve
All the wonder you’re meant to achieve.

So let your dreams grow,
Keep your dreams alive.
Let your dreams grow.
Keep your dreams alive.

© Jade M. Wong


Day 17 of NaPoWriMo. Decided to go off-prompt today. My muse and I both needed a little break so I’m dusting off an old poem for Day 17’s submission. 


*Picture Credit: MivTheVampire 2009*