Reminders

Remember not to compare yourself to strangers on the internet. 

Remember not to let the numbers—of likes, of followers, of zeros on a check—make you feel like you are less than, because you are not. You are enough.

Remember your dreams are valid.

Re-Introducing Me in 2020

So, I meant to post this in January—you know, for the new year—but now it’s April, I haven’t left my apartment in two and a half weeks, and I’ve run out of excuses. I’ve been procrastinating on this post because after last year’s Re-Introduction post, I hoped I would be further in my writing career instead of…in exactly the same place. At times, it’s felt like I’ve wasted a year of my life, but my best friends would argue (and have argued, many times) that this past year has been a year of personal growth and milestones. 

So, without further ado, to all my fellow bloggers, my readers, my best friends, and the whole wide world, are you listening? Can you see me? I’m re-introducing myself.

[Poetry] Love, Hope, and Feathers

What do you love?

I love…rainy days, fuzzy socks,
A steaming mug of tea,
The way hope glimmers in one’s heart
And sparks warmth and bravery.

[Poetry] Our Song

Her laugh was the melody,
Like wind chimes in the breeze.
The harmony was the way she’d
Win every argument with ease.
The chorus was the first time
She whispered she loved me,
But my favorite part about her song
Was how it played for eternity.

[Poetry] Sisters

We met when we were fourteen—
An untamable butterfly of a girl,
A girl hiding from herself,
And me, a shy, bookish dreamer.

We grew up over the next ten years—
A young woman flying too high,
A young woman lied to by love,
And me, a young woman in the shadows.

[Poetry] Retreat

I dream of writing
On the back of a great eagle,
Brown and white feathers soaring
Through an endless cerulean sky.

I dream of writing
Surrounded by bookshelves,
Wrapped in the hushed whispers
Of a million adventures.

[Poetry] Written Voices

She writes like a jigsaw puzzle,
Complex, intricate,
Learning to appreciate her curves and edges,
As each piece falls into place.

He writes like a destructive tornado,
Leaving so much chaos that no one sees
The lonely flower floating
In the eye of the storm.

[Poetry] A Toast

Here’s to Cupid aiming accurately,
To true love being found.
Here’s to being nice (and a little naughty!)
For Santa all year ’round.

Here’s to keeping our heads up high,
When we’re crawling in the dirt.
Here’s to friendships that last for life,
And to family that doesn’t hurt.

[Poetry] Stuck

In my story, without a doubt,
She was my favorite chapter.
Perhaps that’s why, I still can’t
Make myself read past her.

In my story, we were fantastic,
Like fireworks in the night.
Perhaps that’s why, no one else
Will ever feel as right.

© Jade M. Wong

I’m Glad I Live In A World Where There Are Octobers

From Halloween and New York Comic Con preparations to studying for midterms and digging out scarves, October means a lot of things to a lot of people. For me, October is the month of new beginnings—it is to me what January is to most people.

My year starts in October because this is my birthday month. This was the month I was born, the month I started life, and so every year, this is the month I reflect on how I have lived, make my resolutions for a happier, healthier life, and then start again.