Dark curls, gray eyes Always honest, never lies Crisp jeans, cotton shirts A gentle touch that never hurts Sharp mind, cautious heart A love he’ll never tear apart. © Jade M. Wong Advertisements
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.
So, to all my blogging friends, my readers, and the whole wide world, are you listening? Can you see me? I’m re-introducing myself. Continue reading “Re-Introducing Me In 2019”
Laughter rings in one corner
Of card games and revelry,
In another corner, gossip
Is exchanged with cups of tea.
Golden mandarins are piled
Next to plates of unfinished food,
And incense slowly burns,
Trailing serenity through the room.
Yet, I cannot help but wonder
As a new year settles on me,
Will this be the year I discover
Who I am meant to be?
© Jade M. Wong Continue reading “[Poetry] New Year Musings”
She was camped out under the endless sky, balancing a phone on one shoulder while adding more wood to the fire.
“Dad, I’m fine. As you can see, I haven’t gotten myself kidnapped or killed.” Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Cotton Candy Clouds”
“Maybe that’s all we were. Dreamers.
And we knew the end was coming. Our end.”
Maybe that’s all we were. Dreamers. And somewhere, deep down, we knew the day would come that we would wake up and all of what we shared would be behind us. It was something we knew hovered on the horizon, but like any other mirage, we didn’t realize how close it was after all. And once it’s all said and done, the only thing that remains is memories. I have to admit, I wasn’t ready for reality to set in. I wasn’t ready for the end. Our end. But here we are, going our separate ways. I couldn’t help but wonder if we took a wrong turn somewhere. Nevertheless, the memories are all I have to hold on to.
— Sarah Doughty—
If I hang from a chandelier of ice,
Will the cold seep into my bloodstream first,
Like the harbinger of a frozen curse?
Or will the oxygen that escapes
In panicked gasps through faint blue lips,
Be the harbinger of my life’s eclipse?
Gazing up at the chandelier of ice,
Perhaps today, I will only
Admire how it twinkles so magnificently.
© Jade M. Wong Continue reading “[Poetry] A Chandelier of Ice”
So I’m not a book blogger, but I am a book-lover and a blogger, which is close enough, right? Also, this tag is too much fun to pass up (thanks Sam for letting me steal it!)
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
The weight of your world
On my shoulders
Placed there with good intentions
And tough love,
The weight of your hopes
Bending my back
Eternally, Continue reading “[Poetry] Heavy”
Forget the politics. Forget if you’re red or blue or a different color altogether. Becoming, by Michelle Obama speaks to the part of us that’s beyond that, to the humanity at our core. This is not so much a book about being a Former First Lady of the United States, but much more so a book about the incredible and inspirational story of a girl who could have been (and could still be) any of us—a girl who grew up not having much, who faltered and second-guessed herself, and who took the long way ’round to live a remarkable life.
I took my time reading this book, letting myself cry when a particularly poignant moment washed over me, pondering the existential questions Michelle asked herself (and in extension, us), and re-reading portions that encouraged me to reflect on my own self. Continue reading “My Favorite Quotes From Becoming, By Michelle Obama”
“So…did the victim duct tape her door before or after she was murdered?” Agent David Rossi asked, amused at the sight of duct tape covering the hole in the shattered glass door.
“Ugh, Rossi, bad joke,” said Agent Emily Prentiss, shaking her head. Continue reading “[Criminal Minds Fanfic] Unbelievable”
If you are a dreamer, come in
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer…
If you’re a pretender, come sit by the fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
— Shel Silverstein — Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Invitation”