I know what lurks beneath
The rippling muscles and silky hair,
I know what’s underneath
The sultry eyes and the way they stare.
He said I was too sweet,
Too trusting and too prim,
But at least I have a heart that beats
And I can’t say that for him.
© 2020 Jade M. Wong
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It’s October again! Okay, technically, it’s the middle of October now, but in my defense, there is a pandemic going on, so time’s been extra-wacky lately.
Still, we are officially in my favorite month of the year, a month that marks the start of everything I love: warm scarves, hot tea, leather jackets, combat boots, golden leaves, longer nights, and…my birthday!
Read More »This poem
Is for the child
Sprinting through the crimson streets
Tripping over the last breaths
Of his father—
For the mother
Protecting her babies’ ears
From the piercing shrieks that echo
Long after the ashes settle—
Her lips were as soft as the silky petals
Of all the roses in the meadow,
And her body swayed as graceful as
The flurries of the winter snow.
When I left her, my tears
Watered the meadow green.
All the days can pass, but this king
Will not find another queen.
© 2020 Jade M. Wong
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This is not a rant. This will be concise and to the point.
Since June, a Twitter storm swirled around J.K. Rowling for her tweets regarding transgender issues. Three months later, the storm is nearing Category 5. I won’t detail the timeline of this storm, but here is a link to the tip of the iceberg. You can decide if you want to dig deeper.
So what is the point of this post? The point is, I followed the Twitter storm.
The Harry Potter books are more than just books to me. They are the reason I started writing, since they inspired me to write my first fanfiction about 15 years ago. The Patronus Charm from the books got me through many nights with my inner dementors. So, I read all the tweets, I read J.K. Rowling’s lengthy blog post defending her stance, I read the criticism, and I struggled to separate the creator from the creation, the nostalgia from the reality, the fangirl from the human being.
Read More »A flickering candle still casts light.
A lonesome star still shines at night.
“And I will fight with all my might,
For I am resilient,” whispered my heart.
“All I need is a place to start.“
© 2020 Jade M. Wong
This is not a poem.
Where do I find the words
To convey the shock,
The stillness of the air,
The fading of the sounds,
As I read the news that she is gone.
Read More »“What if there were others living in limbo, fighting for balance? What if there were others who understood being strong didn’t mean we were invincible, but rather, it meant we felt our pain and chose to concentrate on the beauty within?
And what if someone was out there with a hole inside their chest they didn’t know how to fill, their only solution to lie in the dark and wait for the emptiness to end, as I still do from time to time?
What if I could help?”
~ Jade M. Wong
I’m standing on one side
Of a deep cavern with jagged spikes
While my dreams wait patiently on the other side
For me to build a bridge.
But I have no tools,
All I have are societal pressures
And familial expectations
Clawing at me from behind
Like nails on the chalkboard of my mind
Threatening to push me over the edge,
“Why does it always rain in September?” you ask me.
I breathe in the chilly breeze
As I walk over tree roots.
I listen to the crunchy leaves
Below my heavy boots.
