Life in Poetry - Ria April Avalon

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      Обо мне

      Я уверена, что лучший способ узнать обо мне больше – знакомство с моей автобиографической поэзией. Никаких скучных фактов, цифр и дат, только голос моего сердца!

      Heartless-can-be?

      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.

      You'll figure me out, you'll get to the core:

      One beauty, two fears, three dangers – it's me.

      You'll enter my heartspace and close the door

      For anyone else who I wanted to be.

      My truth was denying devotion and faith,

      And now you've proved right the opposite true.

      A chain of mistakes is the sign of my days,

      My strength will forgive me – it led me to you.

      Actress

      I've turned to an actress regardless my will,

      Life's poignant scenario brought me the skill.

      Performing, I find the salvation

      In changing my costumes and masks.

      It keeps my true guise ever changing in turn,

      The art of arranging's not easy to learn,

      It's more than just bright decorations.

      I've handled a difficult task.

      I fear the thunder, still dance in the rain,

      The gloomy surrounders claim I'm insane,

      Not seeing the sense in its absence —

      The actress is always to blame!

      My tragical comedies last for a while,

      Erasing the concepts "the truth" and "a guile",

      Deceiving the evident essence,

      I'm playing this innocent game.

      I speak every language of pleasure and grief,

      I've heard every rumor you spread and believe.

      Well, I am the subject this season,

      In fact, I am proud of it.

      I'm nursing the thought they keep talking of me,

      Quite happy to seem a discover-to-be

      For no particular reason

      Except such a playful deceit.

      Bitter and Beautiful

      I'm bitter and beautiful, Ria by name,

      I challenge my dreams in a dangerous game,

      I'm less than a lover, yet more than a friend,

      A difficult riddle for you till the end.

      A poet of April, a daughter of spring,

      I'm meant to be happy, I'm happy to sing,

      My weapon is beauty, my word is a thorn,

      I've changed many parts since the day I was born.

      My life gave me wings and I'm learning to fly

      To lands of wild orchids and endless July,

      My heart has been changing its color and shape,

      I'm lost in a maze, but I'll find the escape.

      A Silent Muse

      I used to have two faces

      And masks of any kind,

      Two voices spoke inside me,

      Two lights were meant to blind me

      When I was changing places

      But couldn't get me blind.

      A hopeless romantic

      With many crazy schemes,

      A messenger of Cupid

      Who looked a little stupid

      In this new world, so frantic,

      I stayed between extremes.

      I used to be a sinner,

      And then I went through hell.

      Unfiltered life seemed better

      And nothing else would matter,

      My shell was getting thinner,

      It didn't do me well.

      Today I'm shining brightly,

      A thoughtful silent muse.

      Creating art and beauty

      Has been my only duty,

      My heart is beating quietly,

      There's nothing else to lose.

      Часть 1. A Story Without an End (История без окончания)

      Нефильтрованные эмоции, романтические переживания и любовные разочарования

      A Story Without an End

      "Me, love and you… Three halves of something whole,

      If one is missing, everything is clear."

      These words can paint the sorrow in my soul

      But once bright colors fade away in years.

      I haven't found my peace within your arms,

      Forgotten dreams are turning into fear

      Of someone else's charm.

      I give you everything I have and treasure

      But I have nothing. Love is nothing, too.

      Love's non-existing, as it has no measure.

      I've lost my faith in it. But not in you.

      This verse is just another ode to Pothos* —

      The

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