Two days ago, the United States of America celebrated the inauguration of President Biden and Vice President Harris. During the inauguration ceremony, Youth Poet Laureate Amanda Gorman gave a powerful performance of her incredible, original poem, “The Hill We Climb”. Two days later, her words still stay with me. Below is just one of the many standout verses from Amanda’s poem, as well as a link to Amanda’s performance and a transcript of her poem.Read More »
He was irresistible to me
Because he tasted of freedom and I
Was a dove with broken wings.
© 2021 Jade M. Wong
From my debut poetry collection, Glowstick. Tentative Publication: This Summer 2021!
Like shoes that pinch my toes
And socks stretched so thin
They tear into holes,
Like jeans that will not rise
No matter how much I shimmy
Them over my thighs,
You confessed to me in a song,
Because music was your voice,
The world was your option,
And I was your choice.
You kissed me at my door,
A kiss that tingled to my toes,
A kiss that sealed our secret,
One the world didn’t need to know.
Here’s to Cupid aiming accurately,
To true love being found.
Here’s to being nice (and a little naughty!)
For Santa all year ’round.
Here’s to keeping our heads up high,
When we’re crawling in the dirt.
Here’s to friendships that last for life,
And to family that doesn’t hurt.
*Note: Takes place right after Willow and Oz’s breakup in Wild at Heart (Season 4, Episode 6). What if the scene didn’t end there? What if Willow stopped Oz before he drove away? Would she be able to convince him to stay? Or maybe…convince him to let her leave with him?
Willow ran out of Oz’s room, ignoring Devon’s startled shout as the two nearly collided in the hallway. Her tears blurred her vision, but she had long memorized the layout of Oz’s off-campus house. Sprinting through the hallway, she pivoted at the staircase and zoomed down the stairs without losing speed. Her thoughts raced with her. He better not have left yet. If he was going to break her heart, then he should at least let her yell at him before leaving with the pieces.
She threw the front door open. Oz’s blue van slowly pulled away from the curb, and Willow screamed out. “DANIEL OSBOURNE!”Read More »
Musings as the year winds down…and finding solace in a great song.
I hope you all have a safe holiday season, and I’ll see you all in the new year.
On the bathroom floor,
Glass shard in hand,
It catches the light,
Is this the end?
And the tears, they
Bounce off the glass.
Shutting my eyes, I’ll
Just make this fast.
She says she’s not pretty
But if only she knew
The way I bite my lip
When she smiles with hers
The way she teases me
Like a taboo.
Sometimes life gets in the way,
Sometimes it’s just me.
Sometimes I blink
—and in the blink of an eye—
A day fades to many.
Loud voices that quiet to whispers,
Vivid hues that dull to grey,
And always a sense of something missing
Something lost and gone astray.