The Voice Of Despair
Oct 13th, 2009 | By April | Category: Poetry | 514 viewsTriangles of half-open doors
Reveal all the truth that is hidden:
Just condoms and cans on the floor,
Black papers with verses, forbidden -
Unfinished remakes of the song,
Deprived of the right to speak loud
Of wicked intentions gone wrong -
Erasers have muffled the shout.
The only illusion-proof mind -
A poet, the voice of despair,
Sincere, the one of this kind
Throws verses far into the air
Right there, in a dirty old flat
Among once great talents, now rotten.
They all have deserved more than that,
But even their names are forgotten.
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About April: If I am to describe my life story in several words, I usually give a quote of my own: "I'm a statue that just seems broken, I'm the truth that's still unspoken, I'm an arrow of love... What's love? - You've never known... I'm your fear, so deeply hidden, I'm the myth you don't believe in, And you never will - you cannot understand a word." This quote describes me as a mystery that is still to be discovered. And, I guess, this mysterious side of me is revealed mostly in my works, written with the purpose to tell people more about me and my life experience, to share and spread my ideas and thoughts, to help people with my creativity somehow, showing them that they are not alone. I've been writing for almost five years now. But it took me five years to become not only a poet, but a songwriter, mostly a lyricist. And I want my future to be connected with this all somehow, as there is nothing better than to do what you truly love to do. You can find out more about me through my creative works here: http://april-abd.bravehost.com/Homepage.htm |
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