I am two. Not bipolar. Just more than one. Not a single. Not a couple. I am simply two. More than one. Always in thought; Yet, still listening. Halfway asleep. Multiplied and divided. My personalities are endless. Quite double sided. I am a bit more than just one. COPYRIGHT © 2020 Jade M. Liljenquist (Unauthorized…
Tag: Writing
Levitation
I am levitation. I do not need your wings. I do not need the loose ends of the feather. I do not need their false hope. No staircase can step up as I could. No aircraft will rise like I can. I am levitation. I have a mind with a mansion inside. A room for…
Nominated Blogger Recognition Award
The Rules: 1. Thank the blogger that nominated you and give a link to their site2. Do a post to show your award3. Give a summary of how your blog started4. Give two pieces of advice for any new bloggers5. Select at least 15 other bloggers for this award6. Let each nominee know you’ve nominated…
The Universe
I do not want to hold still on a spinning sphere. I shall spin with it. If you attempt to hold me back; You will only see the wonder. The wonder of dancing in the midst of freedom. Imagining for only even a moment. To hold the stars in your palm. To listen to the…
Rare Beauty
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…
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!…
Symphony Of Words
The melody of instruments and voices. It calms me more than any art in the world. Sound over silence to keep my world spinning. Inspired into becoming creative. Into writing my own words, only silent instead of a song. Wishing I could meet the Creator of this world. For when I enter the woods, I…
Seafoam And Sirens
Canvas of an unrecognized willow trunk. Droplets of rain given up on by the sky canopy. Colored veins of a painting never finished. A story blotted out with desolated ink. Projects buried and unremembered upon. Crafts beneath the shelfs down each isle. A yard full of pieces and parts, torn and engraved. Each part described…
Friend Or Foe
Peace and joy can be stunning in a heavenly way. Poems about true love and a happily ever after. How I enjoy those wonderful endings. In this world of human and art. I do not want to only see something filled with smiles. Humans have an attic in their mind. A web with droplets of…
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…
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…
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…
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…
Nominated Ideal Inspirational Blogger Award
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
The Unsigned Writer 