The
Performance
You walk in,
instilling darkness into the room,
like God sprinkling the night
into the sky
with His deft hands,
and suddenly
the sunset disappears.
Where has my spotlight gone?
You've stolen the brightness
that enveloped me so warmly,
and replaced it
with this cold blackness.
This romance
was never part of the show,
which was meant to be a comedy.
I'm now a tragic heroine,
improvising a sad monologue
you've added to the script.
Not Another Hallmark Love Poem
What would I be
without my heartaches?
Would I be naked,
as I wear pain like a dress?
What would I be
without being kicked around,
like a ball in the dirt?
I thought you played baseball,
not soccer.
What would I be
without a splinter in my flesh?
Maybe I would be free
to flutter away,
my wings uninjured.
The People-Eater
I'm cherry-blossom pink,
robin's egg blue.
Here I come, people-eater.
Here I come,
your cotton candy girl.
Can you spot me in the crowd
with my poofy hair?
Can you smell my sweet scent?
Shred by shred,
I melt in your mouth,
until I am no more.
Just a lingering taste
on your tongue.
Red
On the Starbucks patio,
everything around me
carries a red tone.
I see red, and hear red,
as the siren of a red ambulance
blares in my ears.
Something tells me
they're here to take me away,
for writing dangerous poems.
Red-arrow-stares
from their dark windows,
pierce my red-target back.
Maybe someday, my red heart
would see the colour red
in a different light.
It's good luck,
like a red dragonfly
dipping into a fountain,
on a red-hot day.
Jackie Chou is a poet of Japanese short-form poetry and free verses from Southern California who gets her inspiration from both her inner world and outer surroundings. Besides writing, she loves to watch Jeopardy and talent competitions on TV.
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