April Avalon

April Avalon Poems

Love is only some sense
Of the absence of sense,
It invades our lives
When we have other plans.
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Work, Friday parties, chores, spouses, kids,
Fashion to follow and patterns to be -
Standards of living. And now repeat:
'This is my life as I want it to be'.
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Hello to you from the gray gloomy city,
Where crowds unconsciously worship despair,
Indulging in dangers of constant self-pity
With naive belief in the world's being fair.
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Going away,
I take one last look behind,
And you can't believe those winter days
Were nothing more than lies.
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The day is revealing its new morning face,
And I've disappeared - without a trace,
Without a sound, without a sign,
As you'll never care. Well, dear, it's fine.
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I say: 'Good morning everyone',
Turn on the light. The morning sun
Will never choose to greet this place
Of greed-trapped minds and sheer disgrace.
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Pearls of fantasies shine in the waters of hope
That February turned tears to.
We will certainly free weakened hands from the ropes
If wonder is all that we do.
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We used to be like Jack and Rose.
'You jump - I jump' - a stupid oath.
But they all failed to figure out
Who had survived and who had drowned.
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I closed the door of my dirty old flat,
I went outside for a short evening stroll.
I bought some cheap hooch and a condom instead.
I'd only arrived when I heard a phone call.
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The level of pride in my blood is too high,
And shatters of passion are trapped in a shell,
I'm growing older, I cannot deny,
And something unique fills my heart's every cell.
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The pleasure to speak is my lost privilege,
And now insanity dwells on a page,
However, it's changing the color in days,
Revealing the truth my white pencil portrays.
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I'm looking around - a year has passed,
The moment I seized is forever to last,
The secrets of cherished November
Still live in the imprints of soft fingertips
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I'm looking around and searching you there,
The bright prospect lights only frown as I stare,
My heart's getting lost in the shatters.
I know you'll pick them all up when you come,
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Blank papers of bitter today
Do treasure the words white on white;
If they are forbidden to say,
Then my privilege is to write.
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I press the button and renew
The page with someone's masterpiece.
I see a so-called review
Of letters less than letters missed.
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She's sitting, sitting alone
With brandy and Winston in hands,
Devouring with her mischievous wild glance
Her already coupled-off friends.
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The imprints of your fingers
Have marked a half-full glass.
The sentiment still lingers,
The moment's due to pass.
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I'd sell my heart in paperback,
In verses for perverts to read.
The crimson lines look good on black,
Just like the world behind my lids.
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19.

I raise my swollen eyes to reach your sight,
I try to guess the song that's in your head,
I'm only thinking
Of how I will dream of you tonight,
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I am drenched in silver smoke
With my weekend brandy mates,
Laughing at the same old jokes,
Taking part in drunk debates.
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April Avalon Biography

April – Creating to Destroy “I'm wild and sometimes even heartless-can-be, I'm fond of collecting illusions to ruin, I'm breaking the rules life has written for me, 'Create to destroy' best describes what I'm doing. I'm scarily dangerous, silently loud - A walking disaster you'd better ignore, The pain in the neck of a desperate crowd. But I'm like a magnet - you'll only want more”. This quote from April’s poem entitled “Heartless-can-be? ” describes the poetess best. It shows all the mysterious sides of her personality, and they are revealed mostly in her works, written with the purpose to tell people more about her and her life experience, to share and spread her ideas and thoughts, to help people with her creativity somehow, showing them that they are not alone. April has been writing for almost five years, getting inspiration from various experiences seen by the eyes of a thinker. The purpose of her creativity is urging people to see beyond the bounds, to be themselves, to speak their minds loud, not to be afraid to differ from the crowd. And she really creates to destroy, as said above. To destroy the naive beliefs. To destroy the stereotypes. You can find out more about her through her creative works here: http: //aprilavalon.ucoz.ru She also has some tracks available at http: //www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm? bandID=824779 Moreover, she has something to offer to the bands and individual performers who need lyrics in English – she writes lyrics for sale by individual orders. If you already have the musical part for your song and need lyrics, she will help you out with that as well. She can also proof read and edit any complete lyrics and bring changes to them if necessary as well as translate lyrics from Russian into English. If you are interested, you can always contact her via e-mail: aprilavalon@gmail.com)

The Best Poem Of April Avalon

I'M Fine

Love is only some sense
Of the absence of sense,
It invades our lives
When we have other plans.
It devours your days,
Then it eats you inside,
It erases your face,
But you don't really mind.
It is gradually making you blind!

October is counting time
And turning to dust all the letters,
The words that I once liked to rhyme,
The diaries. It doesn't matter.
Yes, it doesn't matter. I'm fine.

Love is only a book
For illiterate masses
And a few stupid deaths
Due to hopeless romances.
It's a right to create,
With no chances to find,
It's the same old damned myth,
Just of some other kind.
It is gradually making you blind!

October is counting time
And turning to dust all the letters,
The words that I once liked to rhyme,
The diaries. It doesn't matter.
Yes, it doesn't matter. I'm fine.
I'm fine.

April Avalon Comments

Wade Greenway 27 June 2006

I love the way you write. Great insight for someone so young.

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