This world. Split between something icy and scorching. Harsh, yet with so many prepossessing elements. A miscellaneous combination to create a canvas. A canvas enveloped in vines that eventually reveal; Reveal blossoms of a rare, patient beauty. Eyes beneath lashes that hold a color. An ocean full of creatures, free to adventure. Elevations to…
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Unraveling
Time is unraveling. Connecting to an unknown force. A force that is exciting more so. Similar to how humans wish to be in the stars. Only this human is in another world. This human is unraveling like time itself. This human is almost no longer a human. He is more like a song of painted…
Jar Of Stars
He was dark, like a fire of shadows. Such closed in words that held such a snowstorm. So many weather conditions and so many oceans. Eyes like a sky without stars. He was the one not meant to win. He was no hero. He was meant to be alone for the rest of his life….
Soul Mate
I am here waiting for my soul mate. Posters put up in my dreams for the fairy tale characters. I even told the stars all about, so when they align; They might bring you to my land. Searching for that certain someone, only one, meant just for me. A bipolar spirit that has both freedom…
Stars Like A Dandelion
A mansion of radiance lit through windows of a galaxy. Spreading out farther than a canyon of constellations. Gleaming similar to orbs of vivid nebula eyes. Astronomy of blossoming personalities. Marvelous and splendid in the night as we rest. A blanket of protection to ward off the darkness. Wake up! Go out into the night!…
Rabbit Hole
Stay away from the edge they tell her. Stay away from the woods they tell her. Why should she listen? Curiosity can kill the cat, but it can also change the world. Forever wonder the impossible or make it possible? She gives in to entering the woods and jumping off the edge. Where ink has…
Neverland
Oh, Peter Pan, I need a friend. I am lonely down in this unusual land. Come down here yourself or let my dreams transcend. Oh, Peter Pan, bring me a different life. Too many crowds with a million words in between. Saying them every place but never knowing what they mean. I want 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 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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
Hardest Of All
Out of everything in this world, full of bittersweet and irregular roads. Saying goodbye to you is one of the hardest of them all. My throat is tight as I meet your nebula eyes, so innocent and bright. In the darkness of the night, you were that single star that always shone with faith. Saying…
Sailing A Memory
It is when the stars come out, reflecting in the surface below. Sparkling in the salty water that is the home of depth and creatures alike. When the rippling thoughts in the reflecting surface are seen quivering through the quiet stillness. The port is quiet but there are those who need that time alone,…
We Could Pretend
We could play pretend. We could pretend to be small and innocent again. We could pretend to be a little girl or a little boy. When nothing mattered except for the adventure. Let us go to the beach and build a fortress in the sand. Find a tree in our backyard and build a house…
A Million
I want to write a million words. See a million wonders. Count a million stars. Sail a million miles. Hear a million voices. Move a million hearts. Then when all a million is done and through. Remember who it is I should be- A million is what I want to become. COPYRIGHT © 2020 Jade…
The Creation of Imagination
Our imagination is creation while creation is simply imagination The words our mine, the same as yours, the same as theirs, all from the mind Like snowflakes or a waterfall, thoughts cascade, tumble, and pile up like the snow, Sometimes I can create something, like a snowman, constructing something more than naught, Other times, it’s…
Glorious Or Victorious?
I request to disrupt the clock, to end the passing of time. Some people are moral and wholesome but the corrupt cannot transform. Welcome to the world, major and disruptive, we all hear the chime. You would not understand the glorious and daring that swarm. It is on the television now, the bold enough soldier…
Monsters Are Not Real
It’s only half-way through that I can’t stand the consuming, dark gloom of the room any longer. I stand, my movements clumsy from my quivering legs. With shaky steps, I make my way out of the room. The grief and misery was too overpowering, and I wanted to be subdued to the soothing, isolation of…
He Would Wish
He would wish that he was indistinguishable like the clouds that would drift and hover about. The boy loved to fall away in a trance, letting his head float up and away, imagining visions of contrasting atmospheres. He could become unconfined to sail about and glide through the zephyr of immunity. He would wish he…
Blue Eyes
Extraordinary and charismatic. The blue falls into the category of a mind’s universe. For they experience life in another place, one with spirits. A nebula of starry contemplation that observes the second life. No other color, nor rare greens or not, can see the ghosts like the blue eyes do. COPYRIGHT © 2020…
Box Of Memories
We created it together, in a room full of posters and childhood. We related this way, through a shelf full of books in which we shared that same love for characters. Shyness overtook the first steps but when we finally spoke, a conversation eventually grew. Like a story we didn’t know we were writing. We’ve…
Somewhere Else
Where the sun is always out but not too intense, for neither are the shadows. Where the storms are always soothing, gentle rain touching my window in a friendly hello. Where my home is a library and the library is my family. Books strewn across my floors and hidden all around. Somewhere else that my…
Not From Here
I am not myself here because I am not who I pretend to be when I am there. The world is colored in a different canvas and each shade is unfamiliar to you. How I wish I could show you what it is I see for it is nothing less than that of a dream….
Blue Skin
“She had blue skin, and so did he.He kept it hid, and so did she.They searched for blue.Their whole life through,Then passed right by-And never knew.” -Shel Sliverstein- This is one of the most inspiring poems I have ever read. It is by far, my absolute favorite. For everyone in this world has that part…
Kingdom For Writers
I wish there was a dwelling out there, meant as a home just for me. Somewhere with those like me; those that struggle to speak in a vocal manner. For the only way of communication in the residence of bliss is written. I want to go to a place that ink and paper bring us…
Soulful City
The Writer stands tall above the city. She is on the highest point of the most elevated building in the area, and she can see the furthest she’s ever seen before. She beams as she looks down at the people below her, hustling about as if they were a terribly immense and buzzing colony of…
Obsession With Snow
I have this obsession with snow, for it is something so tranquil to narrate to. When I realized how similar snow and I are were, how different we were not, I knew I had made an acquaintance. Our considerations and contemplations grew into a relatable desire of an idea that descended in a chill. With…
The Unsigned Writer 