The Unsigned Writer

City Of Constellations

There below the ledge is a constellation. Spreading out like splintered pieces of electricity in the atmosphere. Except down below her feet, like a stream of flashing fireflies. Never reflecting over what might have survived inside the canyon, she steps closer. She has run out of her soul’s ink and has no more to…

Mystery Blogger Award

Rules: Dear Readers, I want to give my thanks to Nancy Nelson for nominating me with this award. Haven’t received one of these yet so I am excited to share! Nancy has a wonderful blog with a mix of inspiring work and creative writing. I encourage you to visit if you aren’t already following her….

Nominated Ideal Inspirational Blogger Award #2

The Award Rules: • Thank the person who have nominated you and provide a link back to his/her blog. • Answer their questions. • Nominate up to 9 other bloggers and ask them 5 new questions. • Notify the nominees through their blog by visiting and commenting on their blog. • List the rules and…

The Raft

There is yellow; a color once thought to be full of joy. Now it is blinding, through the scattered spots of vision. Over the yellow, is blue, once thought to be a favorite color. Now both colors, both of these lovely colors, torture. They are the only colors seen for miles. Yellow at hand and…

Seasonal Stars

Laying down beneath the stars, in the middle of the spring. Creatures of mystery beckoning him forth. Adventuring the woods and finding himself beneath an ocean. This boy was not the usual; this boy was a dreamer. Laying down beneath the stars, in the middle of the summer. Violin grass, alive and well, dancing all…

City Of Love

I love the orbs in the sky above my head. As I stand in the city of love. Spells dazzle each passerby, even those upon the bench. A spectacle of pure electricity causing a rainstorm of nebula dust. This city is unbearable in a sense that I would feel lost if I left. Wishing you…

Creature Of Freedom

Sometimes I look up at the twirling blades. The blades of the wind creator on the ceiling. I will turn it off and watch as the speed goes down to a slow dance. Moving in a perfect rhythm, like the melodic beat of a heart. I will be laying in the layers of blue in…

Nominated Offshore Reader Award #2

The Award Rules: Dear Readers, Thank you so much for all your support! It seems only yesterday I was excited to get my first nomination and here I am filling in another. I’m always excited to answer your questions and I’m thankful for all the motivation. I want to give a special thanks to Jojo-Alwaealy,…

Nominated Offshore Reader Award

The Award Rules: Dear Readers, First off, thank you for all your support, comments, likes, follows. Every bit is appreciated and motivates me to keep working hard and moving towards my goals. I want to give a special thanks to the author of, Million Dreams. They have a spectacular blog which I encourage you to…

Rain Puddles

I love the rain, he had said. They thought he was peculiar, but they had underestimated his imagination. He could get lost in dancing beneath the despairing clouds. Creating those dreary days into the most beautiful time of the world. Oh, the color blue – it is traveling in a gallery of sunsets and rises….

Sleeping Still

To lay still, as a poetic soul caught up in an ocean of reflection and contemplation. To hold still and listen to the story twirling in a melody spin at the edge of the cliff. There is a forest, yes, a forest fire building and caressing the edges of my mind Those imaginary friends…

Always And Forever

She seemed to always remember. Always remember the way the sun reflected in his eyes. Flecks of gold dazzling through and through. Golden perfection that matched his dark, wild hair. Gorgeous and magnetizing, she thought to herself. “What?” he asks, noticing her gaze. “Nothing,” she shakes her head, smiling. He smiles as well and looks…

Growing As A Person (300 Follows)

Writing is an exploration. You start from nothing and learn as you go. E. L. Doctorow I have been telling stories all my life. Before I could write, I loved to tell my family stories. I loved to make my many siblings laugh with characters I made up. I was the official daydreamer. Staring off…

Nominated Ideal Inspirational Blogger Award

Miss Midnight

Oh, Miss Midnight. The splendid marvels in the sky are such a rarity to me. An exhibition of heavenly curiosity. Imagination set up in the grace of allurement. Stunning display of wonder. A sensation of passion spreading through the gleam of your eyes. I write best late at night. When no one is around, and…

Hallelujah

I have so much to write, so much to say. A million words drift around in the starry orbs. Falling like wishes to catch just for me and the writer inside. I am overwhelmed, for I have so much to give away. Too many parts of my soul spilled in ink to give in a…

Song For The Summer

I wanted to write you a poem, something precious and sweet. I wanted to give you my soul, through creativity and wonder Simply words can say it all. So, I gave you these words, through paper and ink. I wrote these words with my heart and soul. Just for you, these words were meant. To…

Island Of Daydreamers

There is a blue color, my favored kind, full of a depth that seems impossible. Impossibly blue? Impossibly there. Shards and shades of the color paint out in a canvas of mixed color. Rising and falling, twisting and turning, like a dance of a drowning mass. A mass of foam and salt; a mass of…

The Stigma (Chapter 1)

“Keegan Jones! Belongs to the Stigma!” The announcer yells this out as if there should be applause to follow. As if the crowd should be proud. His rough, withered hand grabs my wrist and lifts it into the air. As if I should be proud. I wasn’t proud though. I didn’t feel any sort of…

Lost Dreamer

He is a dreamer in an unusual state of mind that is not unusual but truly spectacular. If you visit his place, his wonderous home of creatures, you would never want to leave. He is just a dreamer living on a planet that does not suit his true state of mind. If only we knew…

Carousel Of Chaos

Like a circus that holds a claustrophobic spin of questions closed up for a day that never comes. Clowns that dance and mock their emotions with a flower of doubts, petals dropping to the floor. Trapeze of swooning emotions that rise to an unbelievable applause and take an instant drop to agony. Flashing colors in…

Nominated Sunshine Blogger Award #4

The Rules: This is my fourth Sunshine Blogger Award. It was a nomination kindly given to me by Jojo Alwaealy. I encourage you to visit his site for he is a very brilliant and creative writer with inspiring goals. His writing is the sort of work that leaves you lost in the words and wonder…

Nominated Sunshine Blogger Award #2 and #3

The Rules: To My Lovely Readers: Dear Readers, I’ve been writing since middle school. I only just started to share my work this last, 2019 December. With some of my posts, I’m nervous to share but again and again, I have had supportive readers who have motivated me to keep writing and to keep letting…

Forgetting The Impossible

Once I was five and I grew up on adventures in the backyard, believing in the impossible. Another time, long ago, I was ten, and I had friends at the playground who dared me to what seemed complex. If only I knew what fifteen meant to me, when I started to discover myself and grow…

Midnight Melody

Stranger brushstrokes brought over the colors of darkness; a stroke of hypotonic charm. A landscape contrasting to what you are used to, for this landscape is up above in a texture of constellations. Enchanting and enhancing; wishes of poetry beneath the throne of the moon which beholds pockets of midnight in a glimmer of wakefulness….

Nebula Eyes

Penetrating with the color that only you could prefer. Charismatic in a compelling way of charm. Full of a glowing observance that never looks away. Captivating like the ocean, but it is not the waves that you see. It is a galaxy, with a sparkle that only the stars could match. Layers of thought hidden…

3 a.m. Thoughts

What would it be like if I wasn’t a writer? To not wake up in the early hours. When the stars are still out, and the moon is taking its turn to explore. Where I cannot fall back into the darkness of sleep because I have too many ideas knocking at the door of my…

Nightmare Guardian

A memory in the jar of your complex disposition. Do you ever look past those eyes of color and personality? Do you ever look past to see what truth is hidden inside the moment of their stillness? You instantly expect a reliable rejoicement of joyous medicine that could heal your own bandages. Yet, you should…

Attic Of The Mind

Vivid and dazzling switching between dappled shelter are the little flickering lights. Tangled mazes of webs built by the spiders of thoughtful contemplations and reflections. Corners full of theories and notions that twirl and twist themselves into concepts. Brainwaves of inspirations confuse the cloud of obscuring shaded words. The windows are shut as the basement…

Welcome To The Insane

Welcome to the insane, Trust me when I say, you won’t get bored. Let us rearrange and rid of the raining dark. We have been hurled together. Let us make a change. Every beautiful twirl. It could change the world. Find the treasure, do not miss the mark. The journal will unfurl, but it is…

Nothing You Were Thinking

My mind is like nothing you were thinking. My mind is like the ocean’s deepest waves. The thoughts don’t discontinue or pause from breaking the shore full of intention and curiosity. My mind is like the clouds that appear and construct in the sky above your head. The thoughts form in a blistering whirlwind, twisting…

Distant Crowds

There is crowds, roaring with different emotions and opinions. They give off their scripts until she is deaf, they go on until there is nothing left to come clean of. They have spoken it all out in confession, chatter, and gossip until they felt those mortifications. Then she stands in between them all and does…

Ink Wave

It is so empty in this room that even the noise has abandoned the space. There is nothing alive inside except for myself and the shadow that I cast. It is just a cube with one door and the door has been sealed by the silent. No sunlight comes to visit, for there is no…

Obsession With Imagination

Not a force to be reckoned with as minor or insignificant. The realm of a child’s heart is where we can find the source. Once they grow, they become something more if they prize it. Keep it and grow it in sunlight of inspiration and motivation. Praise it and use it in the late hours…

Nominated Sunshine Blogger Award

Nomination: Sunshine Blogger Award: #1 Dear Readers, I am excited and grateful to say that I have been nominated with the Sunshine Blogger Award. This award is nominated upon someone for being creative, inspirational, and talented. I’ve been writing for so long and only recently decided to start sharing my work, so I am really…

Inspiration Of Motivation

They expect me to write something eccentric and intriguing, something that will absorb their stimulation. A title that is rousing and a signature that is appealing with the idea of imagination and creation. We have worlds that are remarkable to control and characters to form in their own dimensions. Yet, where do we…

We Write

What should I write about? I want to have a million words without having to think. Every words to count, splattered out in a mixture of paint. To explore the words as worlds, to understand the imagination in ink. To display the creativity hidden in the sunset of novels. Each person needs to feel the…

Nightmare

Its clutches are sharp. The claws dipped in dark forces. Enveloping, yet, somehow charming. Matted hair and wild eyes. Torn by the sticky, striking heat. He’s gasping for air that isn’t there. He’s screaming for someone that will not come. Voices of doubt are what reply, and he’s left to cry. He cannot breathe and…

Figment Of Imagination

His eyes, green like the trees, will gleam with solicitous. I meet him every night, when the stars reflect over the ocean. He loves to dance and tease, but we both know, it will have to end. We collect ourselves when the sun is no longer around. Doubts and hopes are given to each other…

A Different Surface

We walk in our own reality, and most of forget to look up. Yet, some of us somehow forget to look down and notice the other verse. For right below our feet, is another world reflected in our vision. Just like our personalities on those we know, the sun and the ocean are like one….

The Ceiling

The day passes by, blurring colors and flashing lights. It all lowers down, farther into the ground as the hours become larger numbers and then skip back to a restart. Tenebrosity has fallen over the nanoscopic marble we live in, and she will find herself in her own retreat back at her sanctuary block. Its…

Peculiar and Strange

Every word of creation. I can make my own world. Peculiar and strange. Just through imagination. The fantasy is in my hand. Crazy, yes. Astounding, truly. My own infinity worlds. Built to entertain. Contagious only to thought. COPYRIGHT © 2020 Jade M. Liljenquist (Unauthorized use or adaptation of any original content on this blog is…

Nocturnal Fairy

The lights that flicker and the one’s that just turn on by themselves, aren’t done with the perceptions that the unexceptional human being would instantaneously evoke themselves with. The lights did not behave that way because of an electric malfunction, a storm, a rat…and come now…the light is not haunted. That would simply be nonsense….

Canyon of Lost Love

There once was a girl. She was one of beauty. Gorgeous, golden locks of hair that reached her waist. Eyes that were a sapphire blue, as blue as the bluest oceans. She had straight, graceful movements that kept her tall and proud, whether she was in a rush or in relaxation. Every boy that laid…

Could you be the one?

If I wished upon the stars – Would it take away my scars? If I gave away my pain- Would you let me be slain? The voices of doubt could destroy me if I fall away too long. Like a never-ending sentence that forms into a pain-inflicting song. For after all this time under the…