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.
‘”We could change this whole world with a piano
Add a bass, some guitar, grab a beat and away we go
I’m just a boy with a one-man show
No university, no degree, but lord knows
Everybody’s talking about exponential growth
And the stock market crashing and their portfolios
While I’ll be sitting here with a song that I wrote
Saying, love could change the world in a moment
But what do I know?”
— Ed Sheeran, What Do I Know? —
Of all the songs in Ed Sheeran’s new album, this is the one that stayed with me, and I wanted to share the lyrics with you guys for this week’s Writer’s Quote Wednesday.
We may not all be musicians, but that’s not the point, is it? The question here is, what do I know? And this is what I know… Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] What Do I Know?”
“Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean it is not real?”
-Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
It wasn’t real
And yet it was
As real as
A daydream because
That is how I know I loved you.
Or as real as
Your cologne that lingers
In every breath of air
Between my fingers
That felt as solid as you. Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Real”
“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”
First, they came and took my father away.
I remember the quiet shuffling of his worn out boots,
The oil-stained fingers waving goodbye and
My screams splattered across my brain like a dirty tattoo.
Next, they came and took my mother away.
I remember the fading scent of her jasmine perfume,
The fish stew bubbling as they walked her out and then
The deafening silence of the room. Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Jus Soli”
You are my life and my death.
And I like you.
Thus, I keep this secret
And ask Heaven for permission.
May you not know for one more day.
May you not know for 100 years more.
WHISPERS AT MIDNIGHT
I have a secret I will not speak of
Except in whispers at midnight
When the world is a shadow
That turns a deaf ear
And the star-studded sky is my light.
Before the sun meets the stars
I ask the Heavens this-
May he not know for one more day
How my heart has loved him by his side
And how I dream of his kiss.
© Jade M. Wong 2017 Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Whispers At Midnight”
“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”
“I am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging, and it’s very difficult to find anyone.”
-Gandalf, The Hobbit
THE WORLD IS OURS
Late night drives and midnight ice-cream
Running down sidewalks chasing moonbeams
Watching the sun paint the world with gold
Holding the only hand I’ll ever need to hold
Fluffy pancakes drizzled with chocolate
Counting the raindrops, every glittering droplet
Rambling conversations whispered under the stars
In this moment in time, the world is ours.
© Jade M. Wong 2016 Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] The World Is Ours”
“I always wonder why birds choose to stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth, then I ask myself the same question.”
This way! That way! Which way? Wait, where?
Just cordial commands, because they care,
So I packed my things,
And I stretched my wings,
And off I flew in search of fresh air.
© Jade M. Wong 2016 Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] Escape”
“I have too many fantasies to be a housewife. I guess I am a fantasy.”
When I was born, they had my life planned out for me. It was the life of all the girls that had come before me.
When I was a child, they taught me to say “please” and “thank you”. They taught me to slow down when I ran like the wind and to smooth out my yellow sundress because it shouldn’t be wrinkled.
When I was a teenager, they taught me that two cups of water for every one cup of rice was the most important math formula I needed to know. They taught me that I didn’t know what I wanted in a boy, and that I was not to worry because they knew the perfect boy for me when the time came. Continue reading “[Writers Quote Wednesday] Maybe I’m The Fantasy”
“The truth is, if anything, I’m probably addicted to laughter.”
A FEW THINGS THAT MAKE ME LAUGH
Silly faces and jokes with puns
And silly moments with my best friend
And a child’s amusement, so carefree,
And comedians – the witty ones
My best friend’s clumsiness before I lend a hand
And clever jokes of my favorite shows,
And inside jokes between my best friend and me
And all the silly moments in life to combat the lows.
© Jade M. Wong 2016 Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] A Few Things That Make Me Laugh”
“But know this; the ones that love us never really leave us.”
-Sirius Black, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
MY BABY’S MAD AT ME
She’s mad at me for leaving our home,
She said I had promised to never leave her alone.
But baby, life happens, and when it does,
Gotta take a deep breath and trudge, trudge, trudge.
She cursed at me, the picture in the frame,
She spent nights awake, weeping with the rain.
But baby, no one weeps harder than I up here,
I, who wants nothing more than to dry your tears.
She cried again, kneeling on the grass,
Baby it’s time to move on, what’s past is past. Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] My Baby’s Mad At Me”
“Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it.”
-Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Some people don’t believe magic exists, but magic, in my opinion, is all around us.
Whether you’re a writer, an artist, or a musician, you still have the power to create something magnificent and life-changing out of simple words, colors, and sounds. You have the power to move hearts and change minds, to set fire to dormant memories and touch someone’s very soul, all with a single story, song, or tragic painting. And if that’s not magic, then what is?
What kind of magician are you?
Written for Writer’s Quote Wednesday, with the prompt of the magic of words.
“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.”
-Kira, MARS by Fuyumi Soryo
This week’s Writer’s Quote is taken from a Manga series called MARS, which remains to this day one of my favorites. Not sure how many fellow bloggers out there read manga or are familiar with this series, but as this quote indicates, it’s a story about pain, beauty, art, and growth.
I always find myself coming back to this quote in particular. Why? Because this quote reminds me of the light and the darkness that plagues our everyday lives. And this quote reminds me that there is still brilliant beauty in all that pain. That being strong doesn’t mean nothing hurts you, rather, being strong means you feel every ounce of that pain but you don’t let the darkness put out your light. Continue reading “[Writer’s Quote Wednesday] “I Sense Colors In You…””