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Let It Go
I said I 'd never do this again
But I did now & did it then.
Let it go, let it go, let it go.
Let it go, let it go, let it go.
I should let it go.
Turns out we are all just lost.
Yearning success at any cost.
Find a penny pick it up;
maybe you'll get good luck.
But you really never know.
You should let it go.
Let it go, let it go, let it go.
Let it go, let it go, let it go.
I think you should let it go.
We're bickering daily it seems, baby.
I was thinking, I dunno maybe.
Maybe it's you, maybe it's me.
Maybe it's us and that makes we.
Who's right? Well I dunno.
I think we should let it go.
Let it go, let it go, let it go.
Let it go, let it go, let it go.
We should just let it go.
Time for the world to see some change.
Peace shouldn't seem all that strange.
Enough with the wars and the hate.
Two words: mortality rate.
Something for something, quid pro quo.
We really should let it go.
Let it go, let it go, let it go.
Let it go, let it go, let it go.
Let's all let it go.
By Carmen Varner
But I did now & did it then.
Let it go, let it go, let it go.
Let it go, let it go, let it go.
I should let it go.
Turns out we are all just lost.
Yearning success at any cost.
Find a penny pick it up;
maybe you'll get good luck.
But you really never know.
You should let it go.
Let it go, let it go, let it go.
Let it go, let it go, let it go.
I think you should let it go.
We're bickering daily it seems, baby.
I was thinking, I dunno maybe.
Maybe it's you, maybe it's me.
Maybe it's us and that makes we.
Who's right? Well I dunno.
I think we should let it go.
Let it go, let it go, let it go.
Let it go, let it go, let it go.
We should just let it go.
Time for the world to see some change.
Peace shouldn't seem all that strange.
Enough with the wars and the hate.
Two words: mortality rate.
Something for something, quid pro quo.
We really should let it go.
Let it go, let it go, let it go.
Let it go, let it go, let it go.
Let's all let it go.
By Carmen Varner
A Glass Door // A Poem
My life is like a glass door.
I can see the other side.
It's sunny & green & lush.
It's everything I wanted it to be
& it's forgotten everything I loathe.
But this glass door is just that.
A glass door.
A barrier.
A clear wall.
I can visualize, imagine, think & ponder
but I can't get to the other side.
If I am a plant,
I must bloom where I'm rooted.
But I don't wish to be rooted here.
By Carmen Varner
I can see the other side.
It's sunny & green & lush.
It's everything I wanted it to be
& it's forgotten everything I loathe.
But this glass door is just that.
A glass door.
A barrier.
A clear wall.
I can visualize, imagine, think & ponder
but I can't get to the other side.
If I am a plant,
I must bloom where I'm rooted.
But I don't wish to be rooted here.
By Carmen Varner
Blissfully Unaware or Unawarely Blissful?
He asked her to tell him a secret, something she had never revealed to another soul. Natalie pondered this question for a while. After all, everything that goes on in one's mind is technically a secret, since nobody quite knows what's going on in there. She wracked her brain and then she thought of it.
"First I was perplexed, blissfully unaware or perhaps unawarely blissful," she began. "I had an unparalleled trust for humanity, the universe."
Natalie looked at Johnnie. His eyebrows furrowed in a look of confusion.
"A stranger offered me candy," Natalie explained. "I was going to say yes. Hell yes! I was a kid; I wanted candy," she continued.
Natalie looked at Johnnie. His eyebrows furrowed in a look of confusion.
"A stranger offered me candy," Natalie explained. "I was going to say yes. Hell yes! I was a kid; I wanted candy," she continued.
"But the older girl next to me declined for the both of us. I am thankful for that moment now," she looked down at her hands, which were clasped together in her lap. Natalie looked at Johnnie again. He peered directly into her eyes. Did he see farther than just her face? Did he see into her mind? Her soul? Or was she just tripping?
"And what's more important is that nobody but the three participants of that occurrence knew. I've never told anyone that. So there you go," Natalie said without looking up. She hoped that was a sufficient enough secret, because she didn't trust him enough to tell him more.
22
I can't believe life goes by so fast.
Each day is shorter than the last.
The evening air turns into the brisk morning breeze
then morphs into the warm noon wind through the trees.
Flowers bud, bloom and blossom in the spring.
Then there's always that summer fling.
The leaves change color and begin to fall
And after that winter concludes it all.
Technically, April 10th I turn 22
but to me, today is nothing new.
The sun is shining and my mood is sweet.
To be alive and well is the ultimate treat.
Thank you for your well wishes and support.
But it's super nice out, so I must cut this short.
Each day is shorter than the last.
The evening air turns into the brisk morning breeze
then morphs into the warm noon wind through the trees.
Flowers bud, bloom and blossom in the spring.
Then there's always that summer fling.
The leaves change color and begin to fall
And after that winter concludes it all.
Technically, April 10th I turn 22
but to me, today is nothing new.
The sun is shining and my mood is sweet.
To be alive and well is the ultimate treat.
Thank you for your well wishes and support.
But it's super nice out, so I must cut this short.
:]
A day like this // Poem
A day like this
by Carmen Varner
It's a day like this
that makes me want to stay inside.
The rain pours
and the skies are grey.
I wouldn't want to leave the house anyway.
I wish I could stay in bed,
under the covers,
warm and sheltered from the tears of the atmosphere.
It's a day like this
I feel more confused about my existence than ever.
It's so perplexing how the weather
and our moods
can be so easily swayed.
It's a day like this
I'm reminded of how small I am.
Nothing revolves around me;
I revolve around the sun.
And when I feel down,
I realize the skies don't lie.
They're up there,
up so high.
It's a day like this
I understand I must journey on,
even if heaven cries.
The world won't stop for me,
The Krazy Tales of Kirby Tierney
It was a Monday evening. The night air was cool, yet it was stuffy in the small living room where four twenty-somethings gathered together for a chill evening. The group consisted of two men and two women. Some had been friends for years, while some had met only a week prior. However, at this exact moment in time, they were close.
The four reclined in various parts of the room. The apartment belonged to Charles 'Kirby' Tierney and his two roommates. Kirby's roommates didn't respond well to company and remained hidden in their rooms. Kirby sat on the dirty brown couch in his living room next to Olivia Burlingame. Olivia browsed the television, constantly clicking the remote. She smacked her gum loudly and sighed as she went from channel to channel.
The four reclined in various parts of the room. The apartment belonged to Charles 'Kirby' Tierney and his two roommates. Kirby's roommates didn't respond well to company and remained hidden in their rooms. Kirby sat on the dirty brown couch in his living room next to Olivia Burlingame. Olivia browsed the television, constantly clicking the remote. She smacked her gum loudly and sighed as she went from channel to channel.
Jamaal Amoros sat on a small black beanbag near Kirby's feet and slowly sipped on a beer. Flora Franco leaned against the white wall with a tie dye pillow behind her back. Kirby met Flora his freshman year in philosophy class. Olivia was Flora's roommate and Jamaal was a friend of a friend who happened to be was crashing on Kirby's couch for the time being.
"So what'd you do this weekend?," Flora asked Kirby and Jamaal. "Any girls this time?," she inquired.
"Yeah, we were hanging out with girls," Kirby said.
"I know, but you're "hanging out" with me and Olivia," she said, adding air quotes to emphasize her point.
"You're always like 'did you get it in?'" Kirby joked, imitating Flora. The four of them laughed.
"Sorry I'm intrigued," Flora said, kicking Kirby's shin. "You always have the coolest stories. If I had a cool story, I would tell you too."
Kirby seemed amused and thought about his weekend.
"We went to a warehouse party in LA on Friday," Kirby responded. "We skated all day. There was all the beer you could drink. Everyone was sipping beers and cruising on their boards. I drank so many I couldn't even skate, which is saying something," he said. "So I went to my buddy's car to chill, but ended up passing out in his car. I woke up like three hours later back home. Then, get this," he paused.
Olivia stopped flipping through the channels at this point and left it on Hey Arnold! Jamaal got up from his seat and went to the fridge to get another beer.
"Want one?," Jamaal asked nobody in particular.
"Yeah," Flora and Kirby said in unison. Jamaal returned with four beers in hand, two for himself.
"So what happened?," Flora probed.
"I hung out with my ex. She gave me like a 30-rack of beer for my birthday," he said.
"Seriously?" Olivia asked. "I'd never buy a gift for an ex."
Kirby gave Olivia a weird look.
"Even for someone as magnificent as yourself," she added hastily. She wasn't trying to be mean.
"The same girlfriend that you all of a sudden stopped talking to you? Let me get this straight. She wasn't pissed at you, but instead buys you beer? Interesting," Flora said, squinting her eyes in a train of thought.
"Anyway," Kirby began. "So I took it, told her thanks and bounced the hell out of there. We drank it all that night," he said pointing to Jamaal. "So pretty much, I had a ton of beer that day, beginning at the skate park. It resulted in a massive two-day hangover. It hurt my head to breathe. I swear it was like blasting a foghorn in my ear. My brain was pounding. Me and Jamaal just vegged out on the couch all weekend. Worst hangover of the year," he said.
"But it's only March!" Olivia exclaimed.
"Friday was totally worth it," Kirby said. And with that it was evident he was done retelling his story.
Olivia stopped flipping through the channels at this point and left it on Hey Arnold! Jamaal got up from his seat and went to the fridge to get another beer.
"Want one?," Jamaal asked nobody in particular.
"Yeah," Flora and Kirby said in unison. Jamaal returned with four beers in hand, two for himself.
"So what happened?," Flora probed.
"I hung out with my ex. She gave me like a 30-rack of beer for my birthday," he said.
"Seriously?" Olivia asked. "I'd never buy a gift for an ex."
Kirby gave Olivia a weird look.
"Even for someone as magnificent as yourself," she added hastily. She wasn't trying to be mean.
"The same girlfriend that you all of a sudden stopped talking to you? Let me get this straight. She wasn't pissed at you, but instead buys you beer? Interesting," Flora said, squinting her eyes in a train of thought.
"Anyway," Kirby began. "So I took it, told her thanks and bounced the hell out of there. We drank it all that night," he said pointing to Jamaal. "So pretty much, I had a ton of beer that day, beginning at the skate park. It resulted in a massive two-day hangover. It hurt my head to breathe. I swear it was like blasting a foghorn in my ear. My brain was pounding. Me and Jamaal just vegged out on the couch all weekend. Worst hangover of the year," he said.
"But it's only March!" Olivia exclaimed.
"Friday was totally worth it," Kirby said. And with that it was evident he was done retelling his story.
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