One cannot find love in a cramped ballroom
So I go where wine flows plentifully,
Amidst the talks, a whiff of your perfume,
Shall we gamble? You take my hand and we
Dance away, O Love, let me take command
For our destiny was sewn in the stars.
You are my goddess and I, as your man,
Adore the form of you and all you are.
Shall we bask in the moonlight, skin to skin
Whilst the bedsheets tangle around our feet
Until your perfume permeates within
Every inch of my chambers, soft and sweet?
O my love, you may believe me crazy
But I am enamored with your body.
© Jade M. Wong 2017 Continue reading “[Poetry] Moonlit Love”
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.
She says she’s not pretty
But then her eyes lock on mine
And in them I see
Every reason I need
To know why I lived
All this time.
© Jade M. Wong 2017 Continue reading “[Poetry] Pretty”
What happens when a beat-up old truck runs over a giant plastic heart?
“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” He struggled with the red door of his truck, cursing its rusted hinges.
“I’m okay! But my heart’s broken.” Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Collide”
He fidgeted in his red knit sweater and smoothed down his dark hair. “How do I look? Do I look okay?”
“For the hundredth time, you look like the perfect son-in-law.” She stood on her toes, tugged on the red cotton, forcing him to lean down, and kissed him gently on the cheek. “How are you so tall?” Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] The Perfect Son-In-Law”
I didn’t know it until that moment
The words hung over us in midair
Her dark eyes wondered if I meant it
And I realized then how much I cared.
I counted our heartbeats in the silence that followed
And I felt the truth so clearly
The woman I loved stood before me
And I knew she would always have me.
© Jade M. Wong 2016 Continue reading “[Poetry] Epiphany”
“She’s different from anyone I’ve met before.
That’s cliché, isn’t it?” He laughs as he plays with his tie.
“I don’t know, she just-she shakes me to my core.”
It’s the blue tie she bought him, to bring out his eyes.
“She’s like a breath of fresh air, vibrant and alive,
After I’ve been cooped up for so long.
The world’s thrown everything at her and she survived,
I’ve never seen anyone so strong.” Continue reading “[Poetry] Magic”
“I’m sorry she never got her miracle.”
“She did get her miracle, Landon, her miracle was you.”
-Nicholas Sparks, A Walk To Remember
Ask anyone about a miracle, and you’ll start a debate. They exist, they don’t exist, they’re the big shockers in life, they’re the little things every day.
Ask her about a miracle, and she knows exactly what she would say: all of the above. Because her miracle was him. Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Her Miracle”
Her neck was bare. Her neck was not supposed to be bare. Her neck was supposed to have a necklace. There was a necklace right there!
She took several deep breaths and stared at her reflection in disbelief. She lost it. This made no sense. She didn’t lose things. She still had a beaded bracelet that she made in first grade! But the truth was staring right at her-or rather, not at her.
It was a simple necklace: Continue reading “[Short Story] The Serially Lost Necklace”
A/N: Update! There’s now a prequel to this story, another short titled ‘The Bookfeet’.
The arch-window door opened with a jingle that signaled my entrance. I breathed in a combination of musty wood and a crisp hint of lemon. The crimson curtains, tucked at the sides of the floor- to-ceiling window by bronze tassels, blocked the heat of the sun and kept the store cool and comfortable.
“What are you looking for today?” A man sat in a plush armchair in front of the window, dressed smart as always in a gray cardigan and tie. He glanced up from the small table that was holding his laptop, a stack of thick-bound books, and what looked liked financial forms, dollar signs scattered here and there. Continue reading “[Short Story] Between the Shelves”
There’s a little tug at the corner of her lips,
When I tell her a joke and my stomach does flips.
She bursts out laughing, uninhibited and free,
I would do so much, just to make her happy.
She tells me he’s amazing, and I pretend not to feel,
The tears in my heart that for years I’ve concealed. Continue reading “[Poetry] The Moment It Was All Worth It”
The drums were his voice,
Calm waves by the seaside
The piano was the way he’d
Always defend me with pride
The violin was the first time
He leaned in to kiss me
But my favorite part about his song
Was how it played for eternity.
© Jade M. Wong 2016 Continue reading “[Poetry] His Song”
Dark curls, gray eyes
Always honest, never lies
Crisp jeans, cotton shirts
A gentle touch that never hurts
Sharp mind, cautious heart
A love he’ll never tear apart.
© Jade M. Wong 2016 Continue reading “[Poetry] Special Someone”
The butterfly peeked out of her cocoon.
Her wings fluttered to a crescendoing tune.
In all her excitement, she fell in a swoon.
Her new life’s beginning, and not a moment too soon.
© Jade M. Wong 2016 Continue reading “[Poetry] Butterfly”