[Poetry] Everything To Lose

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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


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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? 

[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


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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.

“Ge’offme!”

“Yougtoff!”

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

[Flash Fiction] Dinner with the Undead

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“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

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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


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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


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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

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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…”

“Help?”

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

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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


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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!

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 Corporate Whore

456 Unemployed Boulevard

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Corporate Pimps

123 Blah Blah Street

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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


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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


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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


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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


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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. 

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[Poetry] Roses (As Red As His Heart)

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I had just turned ten,
That chilly autumn day,
I didn’t know when,
But I hoped he was on his way.

I remember the trees
Dancing in the wind
And golden yellow leaves,
Like a composition would join in.

I was sitting on the porch,
With a new jacket, bright and blue,
Swinging my legs back and forth,
I didn’t know what else to do.

Then I finally caught a glimpse
As he turned around the corner,
Bundled up as he was,
I still saw him give a shiver.

He was walking with both hands,
In front of him, I could see
Clutched so tightly, and nervously
He marched right up to me.

Eyes glancing down,
A blush rising up his cheeks,
A red, red blush that was nothing
Compared to what he held out for me,

A smushed little bouquet,
So tight, I had to pry it apart,
An earnest little bouquet,
Of roses as red as his heart.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


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Day 16 of NaPoWriMo. Prompt: Write a poem based on answers to an Almanac Questionnaire. 

Me: First question, weather…
Muse: Chilly and brisk, with a little sun breaking through the clouds
Me: *Scribbles* next, flora, how about red roses?
Muse: How about golden yellow leaves?
Me: How about a compromise?
Muse: *Sighs* If we must, next, architecture…
Me: A castle!
Muse: A cozy house with a few steps leading to a porch. Hey! I can see you, erase the word ‘castle’ this instant!
Me: *Grumbles* Customs, always bring a bouquet of flowers on the first date. I’m not erasing this one.

 

The Secret Life of a Blogger

It’s been a millennium and a half since Bookish Girl in a Boring World first tagged me. And then, Life happened.

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Better late than never. *Cracks knuckles* *Sips tea* Let’s get started, shall we?

1) How long have you been a blogger?

Well, let’s see, according to my archives… 

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I’ve technically been blogging on-and-off since 2012 but Life has a way of kicking my butt and it’s only been this year that I’ve finally resolved to kick back. I’ve only been blogging regularly since January 2016 and I’d like to think that Life and I are now more reluctant dance partners than bitter enemies.

2) At what point do you think you will stop?

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3) What is the best thing? Continue reading

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[Poetry] Confession

I’m sorry, I lied
All those days that you cried

I’m sorry, I yelled
When you only meant well

I’m sorry, I broke
Years of trust turned to smoke

I’m sorry, I ran
And threw away your hand

I’m sorry, I burned
All the memories you returned

I’m sorry, I’m here
I promise I won’t disappear

I’m sorry, I’ll spend
The rest of my life making amends

I’m sorry, forgive me
Please say that you still love me.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


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Day 15 of NaPoWriMo. Prompt: Write a poem that incorporates the idea of doubles. I chose to write couplets. Can’t believe we’re halfway through and I’m actually on schedule! 

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[Writer’s Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge] A Few Things That Make Me Laugh

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A Few Things That Make Me Laugh

Silly faces and jokes with puns
And silly moments with my best friend
And a child’s amusement, so carefree,
And comedians – the witty ones
My best friend’s clumsiness before I lend a hand
And clever jokes of my favorite shows,
And inside jokes between my best friend and me
And all the silly moments in life to combat the lows.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


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Written for Writer’s Quote Wednesday with the prompt of Laughter and Day 14 of NaPoWriMo with the prompt of a san san poem. *Empties garbage can of crumpled up paper balls* 

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[Flash Fiction] No Trespassing

“I don’t see a ‘No Trespassing’ sign, ergo, we can trespass, right?”

The boys peeked through the castle doors and found themselves staring at arched windows and wooden floors that curiously still held a shine to them.

“What is that?” One of the boys pointed to an open book on the floor that looked like a geometry textbook gone wrong. He touched the mismatched shapes, and was yanked inside. “Wh-Help!”

The other boy rushed to grab on, but only managed to seal his own fate as the two of them vanished into the pages and the castle was still again.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Double Prompt Combo for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers and Friday Fictioneers. Word count: 100 exactly!

[Poetry] Fortune-Telling

Hidden in a valley beside an open stream – This will be the type of place where you will find your dream.
Folding your wishes behind shooting stars – The key is not wishing, but to start where you are.
It will slip through your fingers like grains of sand – Nothing will ever go the way you planned.
Trust yourself for you do not need a map – Others’ directions will surely lead you to a trap.
Hidden in a valley beside an open stream –This will be the type of place where you will find your dream.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


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Day 13 of NaPoWriMo. Prompt: Write a poem inspired by fortune cookies.

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[Poetry] Black Star

Attracted – to you like a
Black Hole – pulling me out of my orbit
Clusters – of brilliantly lit stars
Dying – fading one by one
Gravity – is slowly collapsing while you’re
Lightyears – away in safety
Mars – red hot anger, it’s a war between
Novas – exploding across
Outer Space – did you think you were safe?

© Jade M. Wong 2016


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Day 12 of NaPoWriMo. Prompt: Index poem.

Muse: Nope. Can’t do it. Can’t do the prompt this time.
Me: You’re supposed to be a muse!
Muse: Exactly. I inspire, I don’t work magic.
Me: So inspire me.
Muse: I don’t appreciate your tone of voice.
Me: I wonder if it’s too late to get a new muse-ow! Did you just poke me?
Muse: My pen slipped. Stars. Outer space.
Me: What-
Muse: Novas. Black holes. Black star! Why are you not writing this down?
Me: *scribbles frantically*

 Guess what guys? I’m all caught up! *throws confetti in air*

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[Poetry] The Lion

The lion prowled, padded paws whispering on the grass
His mane soft, his claws glinting
No one messes with the king.

The lion kept guard, watching over his domain
From the fields to the edge of the cliffs
He had control over everything.

The lion was proud, always protecting his pride
Always demanding reverence
My heart was nothing more than his plaything.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


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Day 11 of NaPoWriMo. Prompt: Write a poem in which you closely describe a person or place, and then end with a much more abstract line that doesn’t seemingly have anything to do with that object or place, but which, of course, really does.

*squints at poem* I think I interpreted the prompt correctly? 

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[Poetry] More Than Just A Dream

Like winter’s chilly rain, for you I weep,
To be with you is but an endless wait,
Somehow for you I have fallen so deep,
Your mere presence to me intoxicates.
I make a wish upon a fleeting star,
Eyes closed, I can almost feel your embrace,
Reality between us, a distance so far,
I try to trace the smooth lines of your face.
Like summer’s heat, you burn bright in my eyes,
With a gaze so intense you freeze me cold,
I call out to you but hear no reply,
Arms stretched out, I yearn to hold.
I cannot touch misty wisps of steam,
And you are nothing more than just a dream.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


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Day 9 of NaPoWriMo. Prompt: Write a poem that includes a line you’re afraid to write. 

Bonus points if you guys can pinpoint the line that I’m afraid to write.

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[Poetry] Ode To The Girl With The Flowery Handwriting

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And the lavender scented stationery,
On which you have composed beautiful words,
Dancing to a song so familiar and sweet,
Yet I am sure of it I have never heard.
Tied daintily like a precious treat,
The pink silk ribbon in a little bow,
Do you plan for you and I to ever meet?
Miss Mystery-and-Intrigue that I do not know?
Perhaps, perhaps, oh how you tease me!
As I run my fingers over your stationery,
Tracing the letters you’ve weaved just so,
One day, this secrecy, I will unfold.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


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Day 8 of NaPoWriMo. Prompt: Write a poem about a flower. 

Me: This poem isn’t really about a flower…
Muse: It has “flower” in the title!
Me: No, it has “flowery”.
Muse: Shhh, poetry is about creative expression. Let it be, my writer human, let it be.
Me: But the prompt said-
Muse: Submit this poem right now or I will poke you in the face with my pen, so help me Literary Gods.
Me: *Clicks Publish*

[Poetry] NightLight

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I remember when you turned off the light,
When you plunged my world into never-ending night,
I remember that I didn’t even fight.

It turns out all it took was one final fight,
To make me realize you hadn’t stolen my light,
It was always up to me to end the night.

No more stumbling around in the night,
No more being too afraid to fight,
It’s time I turned back on my light.

And always I will fight for now I know I am my own NightLight.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


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Day 7 of NaPoWriMo. Prompt: Tritina. Never tried this poetry form before. 

Also, I’m behind agaaaaiiinnn. *Locks self in room with gallons of tea and rolls up sleeves* Alright, muse, let us kick some poetry butt. 

The Battle Rages On: A 52 Word Microstory

Frigid waves collided into blazing orange lava, spewing steam that scorched the sky.

“This Earth is beyond saving, Lila. Let me burn it and start anew.”

Delila raised her arms, bidding the ocean to rise with her. “You’re a disgrace to us Guardians, Aidan. And I will stop you.”

“So be it.”

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Submission to Grammar Ghoul’s Shapeshifting 13 #48. Word count: exactly 52!

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[Poetry] SUSHI

She was the only one who
Understood why it was my favorite food.
She alone knew the role the little rolls played,
How they healed me and convinced me to stay.
If only you cared the same way.

© Jade M. Wong 2016


Went Acrostic for Day 6 of NaPoWriMo. Prompt was food, and now if you’ll excuse me, there’s a sushi and sashimi plate calling my name.

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