Biography of April Avalon
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:
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: firstname.lastname@example.org
April Avalon Poems
Romance Is Dead
A glass of cheap vodka tastes just like depression - It hurts to be sober tonight. The mirror reflects such a hideous expression That I promptly turn off the light.
Welcome To Fail
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'.
Blow Job Queen
She wore silver-golden rings, She drove the newest Ferrari, She was so incredibly scary That stuff from the labeled glam bliss
A Desperate City
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.
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.
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.
Madness So Sweet
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.
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.
Love is only some sense Of the absence of sense, It invades our lives When we have other plans.
Lies Of A Loss
Going away, I take one last look behind, And you can't believe those winter days Were nothing more than lies.
Every Single Evening's Plot
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.
Gloomy Crowd's Man
He lived his days by someone's rules, He broke his hands, became the tool. He played the game with life at stake. He won. He made a great mistake.
Dive into your own damned lake, Take the turn - I'm going straight. Your intended failed mistake Has defined your only fate.
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.
The Last Words
The cold sky above me is crying
To meet my last day, one more story is over.
A wrist, razorblade - now I hope I'm becoming
The pain in your heart. In your mind, never sober
You'll see just a guise of me, bleeding so badly.
I'm dying in pain - that is what I have chosen.
And if you had been there, you still could have saved me.
You could... it's too late. Now I'm lying here, frozen.