[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Dreams

She turns her mind
to countless things,
then back again
where it begins.

This restless urge,
and all it brings,
to be someone—
to do something.

—Michael Faudet, Dreams—

It usually doesn’t take long for fans of Lang Leav to discover the poetry of Michael Faudet. Lang and Michael are a literary power couple who have captured the hearts of many fans, mine included, with their sweet love story and emotionally charged poetry. 

[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] The Two Trees, A Love Story

This is a fairy tale…

A love story between a strong boy tree in a forest and an honest and innocent girl tree. 

The two trees stood next to each other at the edge of the forest, but no matter how much they loved each other, they couldn’t touch one another.

Sometimes, the wind would blow and their branches would touch, but the girl tree was still really sad.

[Flash Fiction] Different

“What’s up with the chair?” Jacob Fuller eyed the steel blue chair, a stark contrast to the plush armchairs positioned sporadically in his older brother’s bookstore.

“It’s different,” Jeff Fuller said, rubbing down the chair gently with a rag.

“Yeah, I can see that.” Jacob rolled his eyes. “But why is it different? Don’t these chairs usually come in a set or something?”

[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] I Sense Colors In You

“I sense colors in you. They’re strong and beautiful…and sad. I wondered what your colors were for a long time. They’re the colors of the sunset…the blazing shades of a sunset that burn just before the darkness sets in.”

—Fuyumi Soryo, MARS—

We’re traveling to Japan this week for our Writer’s Quote Wednesday. About a decade ago, I started reading manga, which is a type of Japanese graphic novel. One of the first manga series I ever picked up was titled MARS, and I devoured this love story between a shy art student and a rebellious motorcycle racer. Before I knew it, I was falling in love, having my heart broken, and crying tears—both of sadness and of joy—when I flipped the last page. I left a piece of my heart between the pages of this story and I think in return, MARS made a home in that missing piece. 

[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Perhaps, The Words I Wish To Hear Most

“I now know, you must endure things you cannot endure, be worn out by the things you cannot accept, that there are nights when your eyes are brimming with tears. And daresay I know… what you’ve dreamt of, and what you’ve lost.”

“I place my hand on your forehead. You, have lived diligently. Please place a hand on my forehead too. The moment one person leaves their fingerprints on another forehead and comforts him, all the frivolous things fall by the wayside, and the silence we never took advantage of while we were engulfed with desire will embrace us.”

“You’ve, worked hard, to live, to survive, you’ve worked hard to get this far. I pray that the happiest moments of your life are yet to come.”

—Jung Hee Jae, Perhaps, The Words I Wish To Hear Most—

[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] 13 Reasons Why

If my love were an ocean,
there would be no more land.
If my love were a desert,
you would see only sand.
If my love were a star—
late at night, only light.
And if my love could grow wings,
I’d be soaring in flight.

—Jay Asher, 13 Reasons Why—

[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Sad Girls

Writers take things that are deeply personal, things said to them in confidence, often during moments of great intimacy, and strip them down into words. Then they take those words, naked and vulnerable, and give them to the world. Yet in spite of this, writers struggle more than most when it comes to sentimental attachment. They only write about things they’ve felt deeply. That’s the thing about writers—on one hand everything is sacred to them, but, on the other, nothing really is. 

—Lang Leav, Sad Girls—

[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Sweet Whispers

In loving you
I found myself
I gave up some
Of the old me
To be parts of us
And now we
Are both free

—Gina (Singledust), Sweet Whispers #5—

This week, I’m taking you to Malaysia, the fiery vibrant home where I was born, and the current home of a dear friend here on WordPress. Gina, or as you may know her better from her blog Singledust, and I clicked from the very beginning. It was like our souls recognized each other from opposite sides of the country (as I currently live in NYC), and exclaimed “ah! My friend from a prior lifetime, it seems I’ve found you again!”

[Poetry] Untitled

Will you love me for the way
I lose myself in stories—
My heart falling easily
Knowing they will not hurt me?

Will you love me for the way
My heart falls slowly but true—
And if I choose to love you
Will you choose to love me too?

© Jade M. Wong 2017

[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Between My Bleeding Lines

I am not sure
if I still love you,
but when I write
sad poetries,
my rhyme and rhythm
bleed nothing
but your name.

—R. C. Gonzales, Rhyme and Rhythm—

This week, I’d like to shine a spotlight on Between My Bleeding Lines, a debut poetry collection by R. C. Gonzales, or as many of us WordPress-dwellers know her, Rosemarie of A Reading Writer.