[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.  Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Dreams”

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[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Writers and Poets

We live in a world where writing ages like wine. Sometimes it takes years or even centuries to mature.

But if history has shown us one thing, it is the merit of writers who spoke the language of the people. Who have taken poetry out of the shadows and into the light.

Writers and poets who are ahead of their time.

They are the ones whose works will endure.

—Lang Leav, Writers and Poets—

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[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] On Motherhood

I remember when your tiny hands,
Found their home in mine,
With your body resting lightly,
In between my arms,
The rush each night for more milk,
And the tricks to quieten your cries,
I remember it like yesterday,
The day- you became mine.

And the first time you said mama,
When your feet first hit the floor,
Your first tooth and first tooth gap,
My Jaan I remember it all,
When you said you hated purple,
And we fought at the toy store,
How you’d make up, saying I love you,
My Jaan I remember it all.

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[Poetry] How To Remember Me

HOW TO REMEMBER ME

Do not only remember what you wish to be true,
I did not live to satisfy you.
Do not only portray me with 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.
Remember how 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 2017 Continue reading “[Poetry] How To Remember Me”

[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Mermaids Have Wings

For a while

I had this idea
That I lived in a world
Where I was free

And for a while

There was no
Thinking about
What they thought of me

And for a while

I was exactly the self
That I wanted to be.

—Mermaids have wings, For a while—

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[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

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[Poetry] The Beginnings of a Story

Brimming with ideas
But the page was blank
Words floated to the surface
Then once more, they sank
A twitch of the pen
A spark in the mind
And the words flew free
Leaving doubt behind
Once an empty page
Now painted with glory
And brimming with
The beginnings of a story.

© Jade M. Wong 2016 Continue reading “[Poetry] The Beginnings of a Story”

Muse, Are You Reading This?

So, my muse is pretty pissed off at me. I’m not sure how your muse looks like, but mine’s a little fairy of a thing. Thin arms, tiny hands, sarcastic sense of humor, brilliant mind. She’s been with me as long as I can remember, always sending me bits of inspiration at inconvenient times.

Like that moment just before my head hits the pillow. Or that groggy, zombie-like moment when the alarm first rings. Or basically every moment of every day no matter what I’m doing. At least, she used to.

You see, I started neglecting my muse after awhile. Even though she kept sending me ideas, I stopped writing them down. Actually, I stopped writing entirely. And eventually, my muse got fed up with me and left. Continue reading “Muse, Are You Reading This?”