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Best Poems Written by Ria April Avalon

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The Voice of Despair

Triangles 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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Couldn'T Care Less

You are good just for casual sex,
And your pride is inflated, king perfect.
We are done. What will follow next?
Listen here, you haven't been worth it.

All your stories don't stand a damn chance,
And your words never really mattered.
I will bury this dreadful romance
And then laugh at your card house shattered.

I don't care, I'm leaving with ease,
I won't listen, so shut your damn mouth,
It's too late, I won't fall on my knees,
Get away from my heart and my house.

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Sinking

A sip of wine from a heart-shaped glass,
This tempting intoxicating pleasure
Is crimson like your blood,
Cheering like the wind
Of evanescent changes, 
And so I'm giving in.

Droplets of crimson love
Ruin sandy castles fast,
Making this sand the bottom
Of some new sea,
Linking our parallel worlds,
Drowning old ways and turns,
Only there's no bridge back-
To reality.

You're indulging in this,
Constantly getting much deeper.
It is as sweet as a sin
And as soft as a kiss.
It's enough for an ocean,
Yet it will never link
Our made-up lands,
Which makes me turn to this potion -
I'm sinking again.

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My True Self

It storms, but I'm going on,
The best ever years are gone,
Another milestone's behind,
I keep all its lessons in mind.

When haunted by shades of regret,
I feel imperceptible fret,
They paint me what once could be mine
Then sink in a bottle of wine.

I cannot erase my mistakes,
Undo them whatever it takes,
I wouldn't get back if I could,
Remorse will not do me much good. 

I'm living between the extremes,
Preferring one aim to all dreams,
I carved my true self out of ice
That turned into stone by surprise.

It's just a new stage of my youth
And since I discovered my truth
I'll stay sober-blooded and smart
And get only younger at heart.

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Escapism

Taste remorse bleeding from my lips,
Feel the pain of my dreams unleashed.
Shooting stars struggle to eclipse
One last flash of a perfect wish.

Make the way with me,
Help my spirit flee,
Set my soul free,
It is smothered.
Let me find my place
In this tempting haze,
In the night's embrace,
I am bothered.

Hear the sounds, deafened sounds
Of reveries' lullabies,
As I reach spaceless bounds
Of welcoming purple skies.
Yes, I live just this way,
But it's an illusion, fake,
And I curse the damned day
That finds me to wake me.

Trapped by the truth,
I curse its majesty,
Dreams of my youth
Lose sense of gravity.

I'm not sane, not mad,
Not alive, not dead,
Shades of past regret
Haunt me farther.
I am straying blind
With my truth denied
On the other side
From the others.

Hear muffled sounds, deafened sounds
Of reveries' lullabies,
As I reach spaceless bounds
Of welcoming purple skies.
Yes, I live just this way,
But it's an illusion, fake,
And I curse the damned day
That finds me to wake me.

Quelling silent screams,
All alone,
Listing paper dreams
On my own,
I am sick of this
Absurdism,
what's the way it is?
Escapism!

Dreams are all shattered,
What could be worse?
Doom of the life in fetter,
Filled with the same remorse.

Fight or surrender?
Shield or defender?
I'm helpless at anything.
Thoughts of despair
Twirl in the air.
I'm losing my everything.

Hear muffled sounds, deafened sounds
Of reveries' lullabies,
As I reach spaceless bounds
Of welcoming purple skies.
Yes, I live just this way,
But it's an illusion, fake,
And I curse the damned day
That finds me to wake me.

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A Fair Game

It doesn't matter who you are,
A woman or a man,
A starlet or a super-star
Or just another fan.

You may be straight, you may be gay,
You have the right to speak.
Don't mind what evil people say,
We all were born unique.

You may belong to any race,
Believe in any force,
You'll never have to hide your face
Once you can stop the wars

Between the people just like you
And armies of the rest
Who still deny your point of view
And proudly detest

The ones who differ anyhow.
But hearts are all the same!
Let's stop discrimination now
And play a fair game.

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Every Love

Every love is another small life that you cannot relive,
When it's over, the flame in your heart is about to die
But one day you are fully revived, you are glad to believe
There is somebody waiting for you underneath the same sky. 

Every love mixes all the bright colors that shine in your heart
And sometimes you can even discover new beautiful hues
Or big secrets about yourself as you play the new part
Of a savior, hopeless lover, creator or muse. 

It can make you a desperate victim of self-sacrifice
Or a poet of blues, seeking pleasure and beauty in pain,
Yet you'll never be able to play such a part more than twice -
Once you fail it, you try one more time but it's all been in vain.

Love can come to your world in a strange and astonishing guise,
Don't get blinded until you can clearly see its true face.
It can suddenly strike you, be ready for such a surprise,
Let it conquer your heart but make sure it leaves you free space.

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The Younger Me

I'm searching for the younger me,
Together we'll survive.
The person that I used to be
Has ruined all my life.

I wish she helped me understand
What's hidden in the lies,
What demon forced her to pretend
And play a lover twice.

I wish she had a chance to know
One story of heartbreak
Is better than quick love on show, 
Her hero was a fake.

I'm writing to the younger me,
The letters may be lost,
But words will find the addressee
One day at any cost.

"Remember, we were seventeen
And you could love despite
The distance, waiting and routine,
And that's your secret might.

You talked to loved ones in your dreams,
You saw a secret sign,
And that was love beyond extremes,
Sincere and pristine.

Embraces on the dirty floor
At late December nights,
One kiss that made you long for more
And blurry city lights...
 
Remember it... what have you done?
You've left it all behind.
I could be you, we could be one,
But I'm a different kind".

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Freedom Fighters

Mighty Big Brothers are watching all people from distance, 
Trying to hack every brain by TV and newspapers, 
Armies of clones are unable to show resistance 
To the corrupted and biased opinion shapers. 

Feeding the crowds with lies, they don't tackle starvation, 
Playing a dangerous game, they don't care what happens. 
Fighters for freedom and thinkers who speak for the nation 
Can be destroyed and defeated by their own weapons. 

Make a repost from a blog - win a travel to prison, 
Stand in your truth till the end - it will still be unspoken. 
Those who want to be heard need a very good reason, 
That is the freedom of speech, devastated and broken. 

It is the same boring scene with some fresh decorations 
On the political stage. But we need new playwriters, 
Striving for justice in public and human relations, 
Speaking the mind of those desperate fearless fighters.

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The Butterfly Effect

I wish the butterfly effect
Could ever work for me,
I'd like to see the life I wrecked,
The person I could be. 

I'd be much wiser, change my mind
And play the magic chess,
I'd live the days I left behind
Another way, I guess.

I would erase my past mistakes...
Or make them even worse?
I'd just forget how much it aches
And never feel remorse.

What if..? What could it all have been?
The answer is unknown.
I see the pictures on the screen
My swollen mind has drawn. 

I'm suffocated by regret,
This life's not truly mine,
I'd fall asleep and just forget,
Dissolve it all in wine.

I'd write a letter to the past,
Replay the fatal game.
But it's too late... I'll live at last,
I'll get my luck and fame.