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

Whispers on the Wind

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

It’s been a year since you left,

Not by either of our choice.

A victim of happenstance,

Wrong place - wrong time.

A year of feeling half a whole,

A void inside,

No longer growing,

But eternal.

Where are you now…

A new life to start?

Waiting for us somewhere?

Or simply nowhere?

She asked what happens when you die,

She’s only three.

I tried to keep it physical - no breathing, no talking, no movin...

Poetry

First Date

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

“Did you like the movie?” she asked me with a grin,

“Truth be told,” I replied, “the plot was rather thin.”

“That’s part of its beauty,” my date starts to retort,

“A chance to switch off mentally, it’s like watching a sport.”

“You did not just say that?” I ask, incredulous,

“Sport has depth, but this crap, I couldn’t care less.”

“It’s _could_ care less,” she corrects me incorrectly,

“No, my care ...

Poetry

Suspicion

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

Who could it be?

Making you smile.

It isn’t me.

Not for a while.

We’ve drifted apart,

But I’ve never strayed.

I gave you my heart,

And that’s where it’s stayed.

Makeup and hair done,

To go to the gym?

I no longer care, hon,

If you are with him.

Confront you about it,

Or let sleeping dogs lie?

By that - I mean you _bitch._

I want you to die....

Poetry

If Only

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

If only the coin landed tails,

I would have a new career,

A life led by a different trail,

Maybe I’d be able to hear?

The butterfly flaps its wings,

The tsunami of my life,

I would have such different friends,

I would have a different wife.

Would I have two little girls?

I can’t imagine life without.

Or would I have sons with little curls?

Would I still have Gout?

Would I work with words, not n...

Poetry

What Would You Do?

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

If your hand could reach inside my heart, what would you do with it?

Would you be kind to it?

Or toy with it?

Would you return the feelings of love,

The blood it pumps to my cheeks when I see you?

Would you keep it full,

Fuel to its fire?

Or would you break it,

Mendable only with time.

Not fit the first time,

But perhaps the last.

Would you give me yours in return?

A quid pro quo.

Or take it wi...

Poetry

Breaking The Wheel

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

I was only three when you left,

Did I do something wrong?

Or my older sister?

Or my Mum?

I had to grow up without a Dad,

Jealous of other kids,

Learning for myself.

You didn’t even pay Mum,

Scamming the system,

A parasite on society.

And I’m the victim in thrift shop clothes.

No holidays.

No aircon.

Shoes three sizes too big, shorts two sizes too small.

Because of your laziness.

Mum didn’t fini...

Poetry

Life In Your Hands

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

I watch from afar,

Omniscient,

Omnipresent,

Black robes, no gavel.

A Santa of survival,

I see your deeds,

Good and bad.

My gift is sweet release.

Some days I let chaos reign,

I roll the die,

And then you die.

Another soul for the collection.

Sometimes I remove your pain,

But mostly I am the cause.

I’m necessary,

I’m unavoidable,

I’m inescapable,

I’m here…...

Poetry

Drama

Ticket To Anywhere

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

I board the train to somewhere,

Destination is unknown.

In he walks - big hat on hair,

I look up from my phone.

This cowboy far from his home,

In the wild Wild West.

A stranger to this biome,

My heart flutters in my chest.

He takes a seat across from me,

Pulls out a deck of cards.

Shuffles them quite comfortably,

Then cuts the pile in half.

“Want to gamble?” he says slyly,

“Do you want to play ...

Poetry

Romance

Toxicity

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

As I sit and listen to your lies,

It eats away at me.

Every tale knows no guise,

I cannot break free.

You tell me things that are not true,

The gaslight has been lit,

Doubt creeps in - what do I do,

I feel like I’ve been hit.

I question things I know as fact,

When you say your side.

Your melodrama knows no tact,

Eroding at my pride.

My candle has all melted down,

I go and fetch you tea,

This ti...

Poetry

Drama

The Burden Of Memory

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

They say that an elephant never forgets,

This should bring joy, in truth it upsets.

I must relive all the pain in my past,

Embarrassing moments; doubt that was cast.

I watch others live on in ignorant bliss,

The void in their mind like an endless abyss.

All in one ear, and then out another,

Forget and forgive, there’s no need to suffer.

But I sit here feeling I’m rather pathetic,

Due to the fact...

Poetry

Drama