My Prose Poetry

Cold Charcoal

Cold charcoal beating boiling blood. Temperature arises, temper flares. Abhorrence, deep abhorrence. The echoes of laughter and the sight of love bring me nothing but anger of the rampaging elephant. Poach every laughter and love out there.

Cold charcoal burning amid the flaming hatred. Temperature flares as the lava erupts from the volcano of abhorrent despair. Let the laughter and love incinerate in the boiling magma as they transform into the stones of cold charcoal themselves. Let there be ashes.

Call for Jason

The scourge of luckless arises. The shattering of mirrors. Umbrellas opened underneath the roofs. Simply the stroll underneath the collapsable ladders. As for I, the worst kind of luckless I receive is the bleeding heartbreak caused by the heartless.

The scourge of luckless resumes. As the jokers of the deck of cards create black magic, the king and queen of hearts resume to create massacres of the loveless. Oh, how I wish for the resurrection of Jason to give me the love and revenge I deserve.

Let the hearts of love bleed. Let the hearts of love die.

Woke

I am awake and aware. The injustice is everywhere. Bring us peace. Bring us integrity. Bring us devotion and charity. Send all the love and kindness from above. Together, we combat through these injustices of pain and suffering. We are one heart.

I am awake and aware. Injustice everywhere. Yellow, Black, Gay, Queer, Trans. We are all human beings. We deserve justice. We deserve equality. No more prejudice. No more hate. We are all humans. We don’t want pan. We want love as we are one heart.

(C) by Nicole “Nix” Cheng, 2026