April Swan

Rookie (3/3/95 / san deigo)

April Swan Poems

1. The Bottle Of No Pain 11/5/2012
2. A Deja Vu Sacrifice 11/5/2012
3. Nunn Of None 11/6/2012
4. Signs Of The Road 11/13/2012
5. Zombie 11/16/2012
6. True Images 1/21/2013
7. My Puppeteer 1/28/2013
8. What Is Love? 1/29/2013
9. I Am The Radio 1/30/2013
10. Story Of A Sin To A Gun 12/20/2012
11. Regrets Of Just Yesterday 1/10/2013
12. The Explorer In Us All 2/5/2013
13. True Connection 2/8/2013
14. Hello I Am Human. 2/20/2013
15. Remembering You 2/27/2013
16. These Eyes Tell All 3/6/2013
17. War Child 3/12/2013
18. Outer Space 3/18/2013
19. Where Am I? 3/19/2013
20. No Trusting Aloud! Xxx 3/19/2013
21. Don'T Worry 3/22/2013
22. So Long Seeing You 3/22/2013
23. What Family Means To Me 3/22/2013
24. I Am Sorry 3/26/2013
25. Talking :) 3/27/2013
26. Life Will Be Ok 3/27/2013
27. Thank You Readers! 3/28/2013
28. Wish Apon A Beach 3/28/2013
29. Puppy Love 3/29/2013
30. An Offer With Love 3/30/2013
31. Unconditional Promise 3/24/2013
32. The Fire Inside 3/5/2013
33. Mirrors Of Sadness 3/21/2013
34. Never Stop Dreaming 2/13/2013
35. My Pre-Interview Performance 12/11/2012
36. Subliminal Messages 12/3/2012
37. My Unselfish Love Offering 3/5/2013
38. Puzzle Me Always 2/6/2013
39. I Am Blessed 2/1/2013
40. Queen Of Hallucinations 2/4/2013
Best Poem of April Swan

Mirror Vs. My Reflection

Too sinister to be loved
Too hated for that kindness
Too ugly to be wanted
Too remorseful to be silenced
I'm a monster in the depths
Because that what is said
I'm all a fool to believe
Because I am not
Like them
But I am,
Like them
Because I do not believe
A very fool indeed
Because I listen to what they say
That I'm a monster for my skin
I'm too silent in the end
I'm as ugly as I want
Yes my hate could undo kindness
But I will never be too sinister to love
And so in the end be loved in return

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The Bottle Of No Pain

An aching longing rips through my facade,
That numbing soothing medicine, the bottle of no pain
This liquid that calls for me to take a drink
Takes my poor hurt soul and rips it from reality
Helps a fellow not to think of all their responsibilities
Until that precious shield fades and
That forbidden reality kicks me in the face,
Oh, that longing grips for a sudden barricade,
Those desperate hands reach out for that shot of fake

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