Time Waits by C. Davis & Jennifer Jackson

This week’s C. Davis Poem is a collaboration with another rising poet, Jennifer Jackson. This poem should be read as a whole and not separately. To read more from Jennifer, click here.

I look in the mirror each day and watch as I change with the seasons.
A new regime arises and my feelings betray their original design; blatant signs of treason.
They clenched my heart, aiming to restrict my blood flow.
My heart changes from red to blue and ceases to involuntarily grow.
My skin turns deep purple becoming a human born frost giant in the process.
Ice crystals swarm over and invade my pores causing my small hairs to regress.
The ice, more parasitic than symbiotic, crept beneath my flesh and attacked my cells.
A cold, burning sensation shot to the surface; my body was experiencing hell.
All body functions ceased. Only my brain continued to monitor my status.
My eyes slowly closed frozen shut. This initiated my cryogenic stasis.
Short synaptic bolts are released into the brain stem.
Inserting my last memories into my dream, distorting my rem.
They revealed the one who cause my feelings to betray me.
Angry swelled from within and the heat that arose turned cold in order to be free.
My heart, although covered in frozen tundra, still desired that warm, sensitive touch.
How long could it endure without having no feelings? This is quite the hindering crutch.
Time is supposed to heal all abrasions to a certain degree.
But the longer I wait it seems that I will never be free.
Since time waits for no man and moves of its own accord
I offer the rulers of fate my soul for one last ounce hope, the only thing I could afford.
Now I’m at a standstill, having done everything possible with my power.
Hopefully someone arrives before my 25th hour.
May they have the ability to reverse the things thought could not be undone.
For my heart only responds to golden skin radiated by the sun.

C. Davis

As the sun shines bright and my voice prompts you to flourish. The summer has arrived so as a melanated queen I can nourish your mind and your soul. I heard a heartbeat. For so long you were in a coma and now you’re trying to speak. But I left you alone all winter; you had to learn to hibernate. For what will you do when you’re left to your own resources without a mate? This will happen soon. I will retreat to the dark side of the moon until you regain your strength to smile in my direction and I can use your reflection, abuse the rejection, and consume the obsession with the day. I, at night, am stronger than the fight you put up. And unfortunately with great strength comes great power. For an entire season, I had to bloom those flowers, yet you killed them. And over time I learned that this connection will only cause brief erection in selection of the survival of the fittest. Through all the nights I endured in the cold and the dark since you fell and weren’t there to catch me, I became the bitterest. I took a sudden interest in the stars and they never grew apart as we grew closer. Thinking absence would make the heart fonder but the longer you took the more time it’s gonna take me. I should be the one laying in the sun but that golden shine loves me no more. It has built your new home and the shade is mine. Sadly without your light, there’s no reflection….save me before we completely run out of time.

Jennifer Jackson

Have you read the last poem by C. Davis? Read Chapter 1: Venomous Addiction.

Chapter 3: The Metamorphosis

I rest frozen on my knees and my head tilted toward the sky.

My eyes slowly turning white as my old persona proceeds to wither and die.

The ghosts of my past further the process to obscure my vision.

My soul desperately struggles to escape this bodily prison.

Muscles are ceasing function and brain no longer performing synaptic feats.

I’ll just pay for the actions of my sins and accept my defeat.

But what I noticed before arriving to my final moment.

Is that my soul refused to accept any forms of judgment.

What most don’t know is that the soul continues to thrive when the mind and body can’t be operated.

And in some cases the body and mind become anew and life is reincarnated.

Before I could step towards embarking on a new expedition

My soul guided me to a grand tapestry woven of past successes and malfunctions.

It was hard watching my life standing right before my eyes.

All the scars, pain, and anguish I inflicted on others; I wish they were all lies.

Suddenly my nerves produced a spark; a sign that regeneration is taking place.

In response, opaque eyes released translucent tears that streamed down my face.

Each tear I shed relinquished a sin embedded beneath my skin.

I was beginning to forgive myself and consciousness swelled from within.

My soul soon began to grow to an uncontrollable size.

Its purpose was to entrust me with a new body as my prize.

The shell of my former self slightly grew then cracked at the pressure.

The light from my soul pierced through the cracks creating luminous fissures.

After a sequence of breaks, the light receded below.

Silence filled the air and the shell appeared to be hollow.

Suddenly the shell broke, dissolving into fine powder.

And there stood a being glowing with profound power.

Inhaling and exhaling, my lungs filled with air and feeling refreshed.

I have arisen from my ashes as a phoenix masked in human flesh.

With a new life and new purpose, it’s now time to develop a new plan.

Headed toward a brighter future; guided by events of the past. This is my journey to becoming a man.

-C. Davis

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Have you read chapter 2 of Team CREATE? Check out Chapter 2: Enter the Monster, now.

Chapter 2: Enter the Monster

Do you want to know how I feel right now?

Peer into the eyes of my newest victim as their body forces them to bow.

Wearing a blood stained shirt while licking blood off my palm.

Victim grasped by fear while I smile coldly and calm.

She looks up at me and I flick her in her head.

Her body falls back; emotions leaking from of her chest. Yes, she is emotionally dead.

To finish off my work of art, I crushed her precious heart.

And in turn further spread the pain within my emotionless heart.

So to suppress the hurt from my internal infliction

I must drench my hands in others emotions to support my dopamine addiction.

You don’t know how good those feelings taste.

From sadness to happiness nothing ever goes to waste.

Strangely there was something wrong with this last meal.

The feelings tasted too raw; I was fooled by their delicate appeal.

From then on, each feeling I encountered was just as raw as my first one.

Slowly my stomach began to feel full moments after my feast had begun.

The mind fiends for the dopamine, but the stomach can no longer digest the emotions.

The body struggles to fend off hunger while enduring the internal hierarchy commotions.

Why now? Couldn’t this have waited until I’d gotten older?

Soon I began to see my victims and hear their voices within my head grow louder.

Haunted by their memories; they attempt to induce my insanity.

Screaming, holding my head using all forms of profanity.

The noise slowly seeped in to the deepest parts of me.

Revealing emotions that laid hidden subconsciously.

My body started to heat up, peaking at critical mass.

Skin cracking, mind opening, I don’t know how long I’m going to last.

Old and foreign emotions finally mixed together in a bodily composition.

Now forcing my mind to come to an agreeable proposition.

I will feel the change of my world through every pore and orifice.

For now watch as I mimic my insect counterpart through my human metamorphosis.

-C. Davis

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Have you read Chapter 1: Free the Beast by C. Davis?

Fear by C. Davis

No fame. No glory.

Just a long walk in this horror story.

I don’t know if I’m stupid or if it’s fate.

I just had the apple that Snow White once ate.

Insomnia rampant so no eternal slumber for me.

But being awake to live this endless nightmare is what truly worries me.

I mean how can rightfully reach for a future if I don’t know what I’m aiming for.

More importantly, I’m all alone and afraid to walk down this corridor.

The air is real frigid and the lights constantly flicker.

Light fog covering the ground playing with my ocular picture.

Now my body is shivering slowly collecting goosebumps.

Ears more alert just in case someone or something creeps up.

It was dead silent no noise no sound

Then a shadowy figure spun me around.

It grasped my throat hard enough for me to shed a tear.

And pulls me face to face, I guess you call this facing my fear.

It snapped a bone in my back and dropped me on the floor.

Paralyzed from head to toe, I couldn’t control my body anymore.

Now that I’ve been defeated, I am now one of the fallen.

No one there to hear my cries and no savior desperately responding.

I thought about submitting I mean what can I really do.

I can’t stand up to my fear guardian angel tell me what should I do.

I have a solution but it may seem a bit obscene.

A forceful union with the shadowy figure in this nightmarish dream.

I don’t know the results of me doing this.

Will I become a shadow of my former self or will I overcome this.

Just a simple roll of these bright, red dice.

No time to ponder and really think twice.

The transformation is complete thus a new me shall appear.

Reaching beyond human limitations, I have become one with the Fear.

-C. Davis

The Rain by C. Davis

A sharp pain just pierced my chest.

I don’t feel the warmth of blood pouring from my breast.

My body hadn’t changed and my persona didn’t differ

So I close my eyes to get a better picture.

In the little red room they call the heart

I saw pictures of my friends and family thrown down and turn apart.

This pain I felt was unknown to me

But I knew it derived from the fact that I was lonely.

Nothing in this world could ever fill this space,

The hole in my heart that has grown at a gradual pace.

As I stared down this dark, hollow pass,

I saw shards of broken, red glass.

My mind felt like the leaves that shivered in the wind

And the tunnels I call ears let the breeze all in.

I stood outside to get away from the mess

And sat on the porch to choose a solution that was best.

The summer breeze glided over my face,

But left a message that came at great haste.

It told me that a change in the world was coming suddenly

And that Mother Nature was going to show just how much love she had for me.

Then I smelled the air and could it be,

The one thing that can heal my heart and set it free.

I felt something hit me and I knew it came.

The one thing that could stop my pain, The Rain.

-C. Davis

The Most Known Unknown by C. Davis

“Who are you, guy in the mirror?

Are you a dream or just an imagined figure?

You’ve changed since the first time we met,

When I hadn’t quite stopped sucking my finger yet.

You inspired me and told me I could do better,

But then I’d laugh at you and yell “Never!”

Back then I only thought life was only about fun and games,

But as I grew older life was never the same.

How to get good grades was the story’s plot.

Meanwhile becoming of the age was twisting it a lot.

Girls, good grades, and peer pressure were all in the mix

Of how to become a better person and not to fall for dumb tricks.

Then again you were there to see it from the start.

But instead of helping me out, you ruined my work of art.

Don’t get me wrong you made school much more interesting.

But living both lives made me realize my life needed a lot more fixing.

You’re sly and sneaky, which wasn’t great,

So let me tell you of the plans I’m about to make.

You’re getting locked up and will be placed in a crate.

Stuck forever in time never to be released by the hands of fate.

You see, this is my life, my world, my time and place.

And whatever problems I encounter will be dealt with face to face.

They say wisdom comes as you age with grace.

So I guess this is where it grows and in turn takes your place.

Bye-bye my friend I guess I won’t ever see you again

Because after I turn this page my new life without you will begin.”

– C. Davis