Talent is what they say
you have after the novel
is published and favorably
reviewed. Beforehand what
you have is a tedious
delusion, a hobby like knitting.
Work is what you have done
after the play is produced
and the audience claps.
Before that friends keep asking
when you are planning to go
out and get a job.
You: You’re always disappearing from this blog, you know that?
Me: *sigh* I know…
You: I understand you have responsibilities—
Me: This is going to be a lecture, isn’t it?
You: And that Life can be hard sometimes—
Me: Yup, definitely a lecture. Continue reading “Weekend Coffee Share: The One Where I Start Again”
10 o’clock on a New York night,
Surrounded by fairytales and city lights,
I hope this postcard finds you well—
Me? Well, things are finally feeling right.
I watched that musical we wanted to see
Of witches and magic and defying gravity,
You were right, I cried and loved it so—
And in that moment, I set you free.
In the stars, our story will always shine,
A glimpse of all that is rare and divine,
But time moves on and so must I—
Thank you, my love, for being mine.
© Jade M. Wong 2017 Continue reading “[Poetry] A Postcard From The Other Side”
A shoutout to Tina at Written in Geek for giving my muse and I a break from writing. I can’t even remember when my last tag post was, which goes to show how long it’s been.
1) What frightens you the most?
As quoted from Sailboats & Bubble Tea (aka the Entertainer Blogger Award): Bugs with more than 4 legs. Bugs with no legs at all. BUGS.
2) Coffee or tea?
I wonder if you guys already know the answer to this. 5 Brownie Points to anyone who does! The answer’s literally one or the other, guys. Continue reading “The Rule of Eleven (aka The Blue Sky Tag)”
When she was born, much too early and wrapped in pink, a tiny teddy bear the color of chocolate followed her home.
A reminder that she was a fighter from the beginning.
When she was thirteen, an acne-riddled girl with her first broken heart, a chubby tan teddy bear waited for her on her bed.
A reminder that she was always loved. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Light”
Here’s to Cupid aiming his arrows accurately
To lost love being found.
Here’s to being nice (and a little naughty!)
For Santa all year ‘round.
Here’s to friendships, stretched thin from wear
Built up like a house of cards.
Here’s to friendships, triple knotted with care,
Built to last when things get hard.
Here’s to laughing on the couch with a glass of wine
To empty tissue boxes and sad love songs.
Here’s to enjoying the little moments of frozen time
To blasting the music and singing along. Continue reading “[Poetry] A Toast”
For years, I’ve hidden behind the pseudonym of Jade M. Wong and the profile picture of an anime girl. I’ll still be using the pseudonym, but I’m ready to stop hiding.
To 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”
11:29. The hands froze on the worn-out timepiece as he tucked it back into the pocket of his slacks. Time to get to work. In one smooth step, he bounded onto the railing of the rooftop he was lounging on, and jumped off.
The wind caught his unfurled wings and torpedoed him to the heights of the skyscrapers, a dark flying figure that could’ve been a wayward bird to anyone peeking out their windows. The adrenaline of the wind, there was nothing like it. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Eleven-Twenty Nine”
Wrinkled by the sun,
Still a beauty outdone by none.
© Jade M. Wong 2016
The last thing he remembered was the crash.
Metal colliding into metal.
Glass shattering into his skin.
High-pitched ringing in his ears mixed with screams.
The sticky sap of his blood as it dripped down his cheek. Continue reading “[Short Story] The Halfway Point”
First, the painful tears
White hot and angry, like glass
Shards set on fire.
Then, the shouts so loud
That they shook the flimsy walls
And shoved us apart.
Last, came the silence
So still, I thought the world was
Holding its breath.
That was the moment
My road diverged in two and
I chose my future.
© Jade M. Wong 2016 Continue reading “[Poetry] Silakbo”
A single teardrop fell from the sky.
It tumbled through the air.
It fell onto my hand and surprised me,
When it stayed quite still there.
I peeked into the teardrop
And gasped at what I saw,
Beautiful tales of suffering and dreams,
Of life and all its flaws.
It told stories of sadness, stories of hope,
And stories of yearning to be free.
It told stories of struggling to prove people wrong
And of making your own destiny. Continue reading “[Poetry] A Single Teardrop”
In a Manhattan venue on the edge of the East River, the last fashion show of esteemed designer Alexia was underway.
Not that any of the guests knew it was the last show. No, that knowledge – or lack of – was Alexia’s final gift.
Stepping onto the stage in her signature violet pumps and serene smile, Alexia carefully chose her last words for the world that was tuned in to only her. Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Today, We Celebrate Life”