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Tonight is Halloween || A poem

She exhaled listlessly
& her spirit escaped.
Her body called it quits
& thus, her soul reshaped.
She began a new life
in the pale, grey moonlight.
This was a special time,
it was Halloween night.
She opened her blue eyes
Do you know what she saw?
She looked at her still self;
it was her last hurrah.
Her name was Athena,
like the goddess of war.
She dusted herself off
& arose from the floor.
Her body just lay there,
but her soul was alive.
That's when she decided
it was her time to thrive.
So she floated away
& explored somewhere new.
That's not really something
she would normally do.
Quiet & heartbroken,
cheerless, sad, & somber,
Timid & powerless,
too frightened to wander.
Fearful of everything,
she was not at all brave.
However, that all changed
when she sprung from the grave.
You're probably asking:
"Why on earth should I care?"
The reason is plain but
it may give you a scare.
She would like you to know
that life is not easy.
There are troubles to have;
it won't all be breezy.
Life is quite difficult
until the day you die.
Then you take your last breath
& mutter a goodbye.
Your body soon decays
& you become a ghost.
You'll meet with the others
& you'll all raise a toast:
Cheers to life & to death,
to the haunting we'll do,
to spooking the children,
& always yelling "BOO!" 
To tricking & treating,
to pumpkins & to pranks, 
to stealing some candy
with no need to say thanks.
To goblins & spiders,
& to the webs they weave.
Because of all of this
our souls shall never leave.
That's why it's so spooky.
No one will hear you scream.
After all, don't you know?
Tonight is Halloween.

Tonight is Halloween
A poem by Carmen Varner
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Wishing you a happy Halloween. Have fun & stay safe!

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Dark vs. Light || A poem

Look, I don't want to see you
in any kind of vision.
You're haunting, taunting my mind
treating it like a prison.
Well, let me tell you something
you probably ought to know.
You executed me once,
Truth is you softened the blow.
I dream about it often:
I'm flying high in the air,
escaping from what kills me,
but you greet me with despair.
Seems it's inevitable
that you'd stir up a terror.
Karma will get you, I know.
Call it trial & error.
I admit there's no denying
You may have won the first fight
That was then, this is now &
darkness always falls to light.
I am illuminated
by the ghost of the prior.
Consider me as a sun
Burning noble ball of fire.
I shall triumph past darkness,
shining like the brightest star.
My journey doesn't stop here
I'll continue to go far.
Bid adieu to all evil,
the wicked & the corrupt.
This is a revolution;
The intent is to disrupt
you from your malignant plot.
One sip from the holy grail
& it acknowledges that
the good will always prevail.

A poem by Carmen Varner

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Ocean || A poem

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Ocean || A poem by Carmen Varner

 Have you ever wanted something so bad
so so bad
that it brought you to tears?
I don't mean those crying tears.
I'm talking about those tears of passion
& rage
& hope
& yearning.
The tears that mean the most.
The water droplets that fall from my eyes
in moments of pure admiration of the future,
in moments of wonder,
in moments of hopefulness
in moments of stress.
These moments come by stampede,
crushing my hatred
& taking over my soul.
I am not sad.
I am not crying.
These are tears.
These drops fell from my heart
& into reality.
I will try
& then I'll try again.
Then I'll try once more
until I become the ocean
my tears created
& the tide will bring me home.

By Carmen Varner
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Try. Try. Try. Until one day you DO. This poem is for those of us who have a vision & want to achieve it. This poem is for those of us who have no idea where they are or where they're going. This poem is for those of us who are trying every single day regardless of everything that sets us back. You can do it. We can do it. Nobody knows how far you've come.

What are your thoughts about Ocean? Do you have any passion(s) that bring you to tears? Tell me a little bit about yourself. What are your goals? :]

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Wingless || A poem

I wondered wholeheartedly
as the whiskey wooed my wounds.
I wandered within my wisdom
while the warmth of the world
washed away my worries
& the wind whispered wordlessly.
Why wish upon the stars
when I can walk among them?
Why wait for the earth to be woven
when I can weave it myself?
Why worry about worthless wars
when I am waging them within my wellbeing?
I am wingless but still worthy;
I am wild but still working,
willfully but not woefully.
Wherever I will whimsy,
I wondered wholeheartedly.

By Carmen Varner



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Wingless is about the internal struggle we have within us. We wage a war upon ourselves by constantly criticizing our bodies, underestimating our power, doubting our self-worth. But we are everything & more. Why wish upon the stars when I can walk among them? Don't idolize others, when you are the star. We are stars, we are worth it. Why wait for the earth to be woven when I can weave it myself? We don't have to wait for our futures because we create it every day. We don't need others to do work for us when we are more than capable of doing it ourselves. Why worry about worthless wars when I am waging them within my wellbeing? All these thoughts & problems rise from our own minds. Change your attitude & stop the war against yourself.
What are your thoughts about being Wingless? What did you gather from my poem? I love to learn how others translate what I write. Let me know. :]

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Dreams // A Poem

As the night turned to the day
& our bodies turned to dust, 
I thought about life's purpose 
& what will happen to us.
I pondered about my past.
I wondered about yours too.
Will we accomplish our dreams,
everything we wanted to?
We are dreamers, my dearest.
We've got our heads in the sky,
but I like us like that, love.
We can make it if we try.
So if we end up falling
we can land high on a cloud.
Let's do our best & do it hard.
Then we can always be proud.








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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
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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




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Which went full circle

It was twenty past 4 in the afternoon. The repugnant stench of cigarette smoke hung in the air. It began to snow, so Anita placed her frozen hands in the pockets of her plaid peacoat. She felt a sliver of paper in her left pocket. On that ripped piece of parchment, she’d carefully scribed his name in cursive: Colin. The arch of the C, followed by the round O, the loop of the L, then the I with no dot, & lastly the N, which went full circle around his entire name. He was standing just a few feet from her. Within the pocket, she gripped his name in her hand for courage. Anita glanced up at him, hoping to catch his eyes looking back into hers, but Colin quickly cocked his head away instead. Anita was fluent in body language & he said it all with his silence. Though she stood so close to him, in that moment she felt alone. Without a word & without the slightest flinch, she crumpled his name into her fist. He didn’t know it then, but in her mind it was clear: she was done with his bullshit.

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Your melody is mellifluous // A Poem

your melody is mellifluous
delightful, delectable, delicious
too sugary, it's ridiculous
like april's diamond, pretty precious
skin of satin, lotioned luxurious
drivin me wild, borderline vicious

by Carmen Varner






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