April Avalon

Rookie (15.05.1990)

April Avalon Poems

41. Get Over It 1/4/2009
42. Scarred 1/27/2009
43. None-In-Three 2/10/2009
44. What's Going On 2/25/2009
45. Accept My Demands 3/11/2009
46. Heartless-Can-Be? 3/23/2009
47. Invisible Scars 5/4/2009
48. Nothing Else Counts 6/2/2009
49. The Voice Of Despair 6/9/2009
50. Charm And Poison 7/16/2009
51. Victim 7/17/2009
52. Zero 7/24/2009
53. At Any Rate 7/24/2009
54. Proud 8/5/2009
55. Fate And Fortune 1/27/2010
56. Alien 7/10/2010
57. Routine 7/10/2010
58. Sleepless Revelations 7/10/2010
59. The Words Of Anguish 7/10/2010
60. The Truth 7/10/2010
61. Riot Of Word 8/27/2010
62. In The Gutter 9/12/2010
63. From The Heart 9/19/2010
64. Every Single Evening's Plot 2/17/2009
65. Love Secret 9/9/2011
66. Duality 10/22/2011
67. Lies Of A Loss 12/2/2008
68. Gloomy Crowd's Man 9/9/2009
69. Damn 12/30/2009
70. I'M Fine 10/30/2008
71. Regret, Regret 10/30/2008
72. Madness So Sweet 3/21/2011
73. Fetter 10/31/2010
74. Insane 1/15/2009
75. A Desperate City 2/1/2009
76. Blow Job Queen 8/5/2009
77. Welcome To Fail 6/18/2009
78. Romance Is Dead 11/6/2008

Comments about April Avalon

  • Wade Greenway (6/27/2006 4:50:00 PM)

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

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Best Poem of April Avalon

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.
Some porno, then casual sex with my hand...
Oh damn! This is something I shouldn't have said.
Why don't you believe that I need no boyfriend -
No problems, no worries, no tears, no regret?

Romance is dead,
And so am I,
I can't forget
My perfect lie.
I still recall
The times we had.
Oh well, that's all.
Romance is dead.

I can't fall asleep, so I get on the net,
Where I...

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The Extremes

She's wearing a plait and a plain floral dress,
Her skin is so pale, and her fringe is a mess.
She can't link three words in the simpliest phrase,
And ignorance left dirty marks on her face.
Her look is so frightened, her thoughts are a dump,
She's shallow, naive, indecisive and numb.
She won't ever part with her old silver cross,
The symbol of nothing aside from her loss
Of I-do-create-my-own-destiny power.

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