C.J. Carrow

Writing daily prompts for fun. Finding I am heavily skewed to poetry and may release an anthology in due course.

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C.J. Carrow

Writing daily prompts for fun. Finding I am heavily skewed to poetry and may release an anthology in due course.

Writings

Followers

Following

Spring Cleaning

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

Drops on the window.

Springtime means cleaning time, but,

Blood won’t come out....

Poetry

Weary Wallflower

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

Daddy didn’t do the dance,

He hid behind his hands.

Mama made a mess,

Lunch ladled then it lands.

Sister sizzles sausages,

Pretending play with pets

Brother bounces big blue balls,

Not noticing the nets.

I sadly sit in solitude,

No one notices me.

Busy bees be bustling but,

This Queen quills quietly....

Poetry

Manifest Me

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

I listen to the words you say,

As you read them from my page.

A mouthpiece for my lines to play,

You release me from this cage.

Because without a voice to talk,

I am merely pretty words.

I’ve got no legs to help me walk,

No wings to fly like birds.

All I have are syllables,

Which I put inside your head.

But silence always kills it all,

If you stop talking I am dead....

Poetry

All I Want

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

My Mama said for Christmas I can ask for anything,

And if I’m well behaved then it might be something Santa brings.

A ball, a bike, a bouncy house, a book, or blocks to build.

Santa could make all those things to keep his sack all filled.

But I know what I want this year — what I really want to get.

Im saving it for Santa’s ear, I haven’t even told Mum yet.

So off to the mall we go, Mum drives wi...

Poetry

Goodwill

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

I am an intangible asset,

Not touchable but my value undeniable.

Surely someone as avaricious as you can see this?

Or are you blinded by the glittering gold?

Softly spoken, I don’t need the attention,

Until I do.

Then I yearn recognition.

Up or out,

The secret meetings in plain sight.

You need me more than I need you....

Poetry

The Act

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

I’m the cackling hyena.

I’m an exclamation mark.

The punchline to the setup.

It is the mask for my pain....

Poetry

Can You Hear Me?

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

Born the little sibling to a needy sister,

She’s a bossy britches so I’m a mute mister,

Tongue tied up tightly like it’s playing twister,

Can you hear me?

Going through school as the quiet achiever,

First girlfriend’s mean but I’m too shy to leave her,

Call up my crush then hang up the receiver,

Can you hear me?

Start my job which becomes my career,

Loyal like dog to firm year after year,

Work w...

Poetry

A Sinking Cinquain

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

She’s gone?

It can’t be true.

I need to see myself.

I was meant to be the first one.

Not you.

Why now?

Why didn’t you help?

No I will not calm down.

What did I do to deserve this?

Save her.

What cost?

I’ll pay the toll,

Just bring her back to me.

I’ll become a better person,

Please, Lord.

She’s gone.

She’s really gone.

She isn’t coming back,

How can I continue like this?

Kill me.

That’s life.

...

Poetry

The Dreadful Silence

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

Years ago we promised one another our hearts,

Through the years, it is clear, that we’ve drifted apart.

Instead of hugs and kisses, I’m greeted with contempt,

You bark your orders at me, all will to try is spent.

I listen to your words but respond with dreadful silence,

Absence of affection leaving wounds deeper than violence.

Every now and then I see a glimmer of the past,

It gives me hope that ...

Poetry

Heavy Is The Head

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

Absolute power corrupts absolutely,

I stand as witness observing it mutely,

Big boss man, who am I to refute thee?

And so the cycle starts.

Making decisions that just preserve power,

Solve for the minute but not for the hour,

Upon your tall throne in your ivory tower,

Keeping things on path.

I try to see past all the mirrors and smoke,

The haze is so thick that I start to choke,

The uprising’s s...

Poetry