Hazy Thoughts by C. Davis

We’re all sitting here confined to this large place.

Everything moving in slow motion. Our minds control time and space.

Keeping this smoke in until we can no longer hold it.

Cough enough times so we know that it’s potent.

As the smoke leaves my mouth, my thoughts merge with it.

Dispersing amongst the others, spreading my message. My cloudy prophet.

But the room is fairly clear. I can see the calendar with the Audi.

Let us solve that little problem and make the weather forecast cloudy.

We are nowhere near close to each other. The distance is distinct.

Almost forgot it was my turn to smoke. Thank god for our cerebral link.

Inhaled the smoke into my lungs to keep my mental turbines moving.

Jane is my muse. She gives me access to the answers I’ve been yearning.

Like there are nine people here. Meaning nine blunts in rotation.

Times three pulls per blunt. That’s twenty-seven pulls per person.

Now multiply that by five left-handed rotations.

And that equals every person in here touching a space station.

My homie stuck off OG Kush sitting to the North of me.

I passed the Sour to my west coast shorty so she could admire the potency.

Purple Kush smoke floating heavy on the right.

While this BC bud in my hand will have me feeling alright.

Leaning back in the recliner and kicking up my feet.

Gladly enjoying the flavor of this grape swisher sweet.

Our eyes are glowing red and the room has gotten foggier.

The clouds trying to escape the room fearful of us monsters.

We’re all down to our last remaining blunts and final two rotations.

Everybody takes fewer pulls to prolong the leafy erosion.

Mouths are getting dry and stomachs feeling the hunger.

Boy could we go for some breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Let’s start opening up these windows and watch our skies become clear.

Bodies come alive as our lungs fill with fresh air.

We’ve run out of the herb and it put a damper on our hearts.

Someone call Eden’s messenger so we can continue these happy, hazy thoughts.

-C. Davis

Read Fear 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

Welcoming C. Davis of Team C.R.E.A.T.E to Doc’s Castle Media

C. Davis

Let me introduce you to Mr. Team C.R.E.A.T.E. himself, C. Davis, best know as Christopher Davis.

Now, Team C.R.E.A.T.E. was created in 2010, specializing in promoting an artistic movement between young folk such as poets, photographers, and other artistic forms that we commonly dabble in. As for myself, that art form would be writing. As for you, that could be any other form that best fits.  But you catch my drift.

On Team C.R.E.A.T.E.’s Tumblr Page, you’ll find poetry from people of New York, New York and Baltimore, Maryland. You might even find a bit of short stories and a few comical pictures, but Team C.R.E.A.T.E. displays nothing but what we commonly know that goes on within a young adult’s mind. C. Davis is the founder of the page and he wants to bring a little of his creativity to Doc’s Castle Media. So who am I to not accept that offer?

If you haven’t read any of this young poets work, your missing out on some good talent. He gives us quite a vivid image through his creative works. Maybe a few of you will relate to his experiences he puts into his poems. But hey, I don’t know about you, but before this guy came around, I haven’t found many people with the interest of even writing poetry. I felt why not push this writers movement. So here I am working to promote Team C.R.E.A.T.E.’s primary message right along with him, Constantly Rebuild Every Aspect That Exist (CREATE).

Look out for a few entries by C. Davis in these up coming weeks. Make sure that you share and relate. Doc’s Castle Media is honored to have him be apart of the team.

If you are interested in becoming a contributor to Doc’s Castle Media, like C. Davis, click here. Make sure you take the moment to also like the Team C.R.E.A.T.E.’s Facebook Page.

Read C. Davis first entry, The Most Known Unknown.