The
Poetry Of Angelica Chua
Coloring
My world was once
a black and white photograph
so simple, so plain, so incomplete.
It was not until I met you
that I discovered a box of crayons
rolling into my lap.
You took my world and turned it
upside down painting it
with the browns, the blues and the grays
of your eyes, going outside the lines,
making sure no spot was left uncovered
as my skin turned from pale
to glowing in the golden sun emitting
rose colored rays of light
into my cheeks, for I never stepped
into a more beautiful picture.
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Fly
Away and Never Come Back
A blue jay perched upon my window sill
sang such sweet a song opening to my heart.
There I gave my heart away for the one I loved
leaving it in the open air as the darling blue jay
came taking it away. Blissful moments lasting
a lifetime, dear memories always kept.
Yet, it's time wasn't meant to be, and
there my heart came back to me.
Years flew by before the darling blue jay
perched
once again upon my window sill. A new love,
a new hope; there I gave my heart completely,
but the dear blue jay turned its back as a vulture
came taking it away. With its hollow eyes never
leaving me it took my heart two hundred feet
dropping it from the air as it fell to thick thorns
below. So there I stood as hollow as those eyes
without a heart to come back to me.
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A
Gray World
Dark gray clouds roll by chilling bone
while the wind brings shivers in close
Trapped, the stench of rotting people infiltrates my nose
between all the brick and stone.
Stopping dead in my tracks my eyes moan;
a rose, such a beautiful rose of red like blood
Amidst of all the struggle it manages to bud
between all the brick and stone.
Oh, I thought, I thought my heart would've
blown
As the rose's red extends to my gray cheeks, my gray lips.
Sweet tears fall blue down to my hips
between all the brick and stone.
Reaching my hand out, I long to touch it's
throne,
Feel its warmth wrap around my body so worn,
But my fingers are pricked by it's thorn
between all the brick and stone.
The blood, the blood rushes out all alone.
A drop caresses its petals as tears swell in my eyes.
Black the blood turned leaving the beautiful red rose in disguise;
Black, shriveled, dead; and I, alone
between all the brick and stone.
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