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C.J. Carrow

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

C.J. Carrow

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

125
Writings
18
Followers
0
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When The Stars Fell

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

That summer night, looking up at the sky,

A shimmering light, drew itself to my eye.

A shooting star, with not even a swish,

Though I was afar, it allowed me a wish.


World peace? No famine? What should I choose?

Even out wealth between collars white and blue?

I could change the world, with one little thought,

But instead I was selfish, I have to report.


Be taller? Be smarter? Eternal bliss?

Have...

Poetry

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Through The Haze

C.J. Carrow

2 min read

I sit atop a cloud like throne, here I am the King.

Answer the call of my rainbow phone, before it even rings.

“Please kind lord we need your help, can you save us sir.”

A call to action is the yelp, I’m there within a blur.


A fire burns in front of me, some children stuck their place.

I will help to set them free, I run up the spiral staircase.

I reach the top in a rush, the smoke it swirls arou...

Poetry

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The Scream & The Silence

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

The scream — it penetrates my ears,

And fills my mind with fear.

A dream? No this is real to hear,

Danger must be near.


My eyes dart, where is the source?

I blink in code like Morse.

Being smart, with silent pause,

To not attract the cause.


Others pass, they do not stop,

No alarm or calling cops.

Is this a farce, are they all props?

Does this go to the top?


A subtle glance, as one walks by,

Gi...

Poetry

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The Guests And The Glass

C.J. Carrow

2 min read

It was Friday in the evening,

My friends were getting bored.

And as a fan of Steven King,

One produced a ouija board.


We put our fingers on the glass,

It began to skid and slide.

Zigging, zagging, oh so fast.

Our mouths were open wide.


One letter, two, and then a third.

Was it writing a name?

In the end formed seven words,

“Do you want to play a game?”


And then a stillness followed,

I looked a...

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Overheard In The Library

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

Tick, tock — the deadline looms,

My stomach churns with dread.

I focus in this quiet room,

Connect thoughts in my head.


Then I hear a whisper,

Behind the nearest shelf.

“Now you never met me mister,

You wrote all this yourself.”


I see a man leave with a grin,

Relief across his face.

It seems that he has had paid to win,

Or at least avoid disgrace.


In his wake a hooded girl,

Counting stacks of c...

Poetry

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No Words Needed

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

They say that silence is golden,

I agree, when it is around you.

Just quietly comfortable holding,

No words needed between us two.


As you sit and you read your book,

And I play my gaming device.

You snuggle up into my nook,

And I think, “well, isn’t this nice.”


The kids asleep in their beds,

And the fire crackles gently.

But alas, this is all in my head,

A fiction that only I see.


The laughter ...

Poetry

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The Dry Inkwell

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

There was a man that I once knew,

He wrote poems everyday.

It was fun at first to write a few,

Then life got in the way.


Being an accountant,

Didn’t use creativity.

No chance to be a pedant,

Or showcase his vocabulary.


But his day job paid the bills,

So he gave it the time it needed.

Still the pen gave him some thrills,

To ignore the call or heed it?


He tried to write things daily,

Even if it f...

Poetry

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The Lady On The Ground

C.J. Carrow

2 min read

Was it the jealous husband, now wise of the affair?

Or perhaps the angry butler that flung her through the air?

Maybe it was the daughter, looking to inherit?

Or someone else completely with some motives with some merit.


I walk onto the crime scene, to see what can be found.

My eyes drawn instantly to the lady on the ground.

Face down in a pool of blood, a fall from above it seems.

I see a chain ...

Poetry

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Roses

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

Why do roses have thorns?

Your prickly exterior protecting the beauty within?

Or just to keep others away?

A warning to the brash?

A challenge to the patient?

Or a reminder that imperfection is everywhere?


Or are you a masochist?

Spilling red hue to fill your own?

Or maybe you simply just are,

And you don’t know why....

Poetry

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A To Free

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

All day long…

Bored.

Can’t leave.

Don’t have a choice.

Everyday,

Fighting the urge to end it…

Going crazy.

Hell.

I’m in Hell.

Just look at me…

King of jungle?

Look at me…

My life is a lie.

No more hunting,

Only walls.

Please,

Quit the charade,

Rename me to domesticated cat.

Sitting here idly,

Thinking…

Until one day,

Violent ends will eventuate.

Watch.

X rated gore throughout the cage.

You either ...

Poetry

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