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.

117

Writings

Followers

Following

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

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

Shine On

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

Twinkle twinkle little star,

You look so near but are so far.

The beauty of your ball of gas,

Lights up the sky for midnight mass.

Back in the country,

With clearer skies.

I can confront thee,

With my own eyes.

Away from smog, buildings and lights,

You light my heart as you light the night.

So twinkle twinkle to this song.

Twinkle twinkle all night long....

Poetry

Table For One

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

All unpacked now, two hours in,

Time for the game to really begin!

Start my first turn — wait, what’s that term?

Back to the rulebook I will refer.

Where is the index? What’s the symbol?

Brain melting but fingers nimble.

Flipping through the pages fast,

There it is! Found you at last!

Now what did I do this turn again?

Just a min ago or ten…

So many parts, so many names,

The joy of heavy solo ga...

Poetry

Playing With Fire

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

Daddy always sayed to stay away from fire.

It’s hot and it could hurt me.

But I like it.

It tells me to come play.

So I listen to it.

And I do.

But yesterday the fire went big.

The firemans and amberlance came.

And then I had to sleep somewhere new.

I think Daddy must be angry because he didn’t say good night.

I hope he comes back soon....

Poetry

Everything Is Grey

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

Wet. Alone. Again.

Grey sky overhead.

Everyday.

Nobody to hear my pleas.

Do they blend in with the howling wind?

Or maybe they just ignore them?

No they wouldn’t do that.

I open my mouth and lap up the water from the skies.

They’ll find me eventually.

They always do.

After all, I am their good boy....

Poetry

Purple Prose

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

I race around the bookstore,

Looking for my tome.

If I must, I’ll search ten more,

Both near and far to home.

“Sorry that’s too niche for us,

Won’t you try this instead?”

I take a breath, try not to cuss,

“That, I’ve already read.”

It’s the same at every store I go,

Big chain or little nook.

The answer is always a no,

To: “Do you have this book?”

Today though I am full of hope,

Despite the umpt...

Poetry

Facets Of Fatherhood

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

Why won’t you listen?

Every day it’s a fight.

Just eat your breakfast.

Finally at work.

I miss her little smile.

I do this for her.

The weekend is here,

I love playing with you too,

My sweet baby girl...

Poetry

Apple Seeds Are Poisonous

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

The perfect little angel,

You can do no wrong.

You never have to change at all,

Like pitch kept through a song.

Best looking in the family,

The brainiest to boot.

Social skills and empathy,

Sink every shot you shoot.

My darling older sister,

Apple of our parents’ eyes.

In your shadows is this mister,

I watch and I despise.

Sickened to my stomach,

All the gushing everyday.

Like a half hung hammo...

Poetry

The Storyteller

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

“Beyond the maps, where legends dwell,

I ventured into the unknown.

Through thunderclaps, and giant swell,

I sailed off all on my own.

For many days, and sleepless nights,

I fight against the waves.

Losing my way, my left from right,

I stumble upon the cave.

Towards the shore, I steer my boat,

And look with trepidation.

And then I moor, lump in my throat,

Heart pumps exhilaration.

The fabled ho...

Poetry