It took all night, but I've finally revised my book From the Heart: Poems, which can be found in both paperback and Kindle versions on Amazon via tis link: http://www.amazon.com/Heart-Poems-April-Morone/dp/1452844704/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1317686974&sr=8-1. I revised it, including most of the poems that I'd already had in my book, plus the additional poems that I've added into the book (I've also grammatically revised the poems and the book, as well, to keep it to one sise of font and formatting, and I've divided my book into three different sections where I now have poems all sectioned into their appropriate areas within this book. I did a very thorough revision of my book, and I'm relived that I was able to get it done. I held off on working on the revisions of my romance novel, for Friday night, after all, cus I really wanted to get one project done at a time, instead of a little bit at a time of many projects. At any rate, this weekend, I plan on now revising my romance novel, and on revising it, thoroughly. And I plan on getting it finished of writing it within a month's time, or so (it could happen, sooner, possibly, but I have several different projects I am working on at the same time, including art and computer projects (computer projects that require the knowledge and usage of CSS, HTML, PHP, Javascript, etc.), at the moment. But, at least, I got this revision of my already published book done. That is a huge relief. And who knows? Maybe after writing some new poems, I might revise this same book, again and add those newer poems within it, as well, before starting a second poetry book, what will then become, later on, my third book, after my romance novel is published? Only time will tell. But for now, I'm relieved that I got this done, and am tired. So, I am going to go rest for a short while before my writers' meeting that I can attend via Skype, this morning, in just over an hour's time. Hugs, all.
P.s. One of the newer poems and newer additions to my poetry book is the poem "Walk With Me," which I am including in this poem, below:
“Walk With Me”
Walk with me
Into the night
Take me into your arms
Let everything be alright.
Embrace me, now,
And let yourself be free
From all the cares of the world
Take refuge in me
Come on and
Let yourself be free
Embrace life and love
And live happily
Author: April Morone (aka 'Annika Doe')
Date, written: Oct. 1rst, 2011
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 2011
"Dance Of Love" (Revised version of my original poem that is in my published book of poems)
Here is a sample of my book, titled "From The Heart," subtitled "Poems," but this version is revised as of July 14th, 2010.
"Dance of Love"
We are separate.
We are one.
Blended in motion.
Turning,Weaving,
In a dance that isn't done.
Moving left,
Then swaying right.
Connected to each other.
Touching; tight.
Then we move apart
In this timeless, beautiful art,
Saying with dance
What we cannot find in words.
Expressing our love
To endless musical chords.
We yearn for each other,
Showing we care.
This dance brings us tears
Because we know what is there.
Stepping into each other,
We all but kiss,
Then step away
To show that each other, we miss.
The pull of our love
Shown with each inward step,
then we sweep away from each other,
Twirling few feet away
To show our longing for each other
being kept away.
The ache that we feel,
When together and apart,
is shone by the movements we make
And expressions of this form of art.
Ballet says what we cannot-
Shows what we dare to speak,
Expressing so eloquently,
What we forever sought to say,
Showing our emotions, elegantly,
[As if to say,]
"I love you and you love me,
And forever, we'll try to be.
But we are torn, at times, apart,
Aching for each other
In our hearts."
It cannot work
Of our love, you see,
because we were too sensitive-
I'd hurt you and you'd hurt me.
But we will, forever, want to be
Because we are soul mates, meant to be.
And so we try, endlessly.
To be together, happily.
Our dance finally comes to an end.
And we step away, sadly,
Realising that we cannot continue,
Despite how we tried so fervently.
And we cry and yearn,
Aching deep in our hearts
Hurting, inside,
For our love that still burns.
Author: April Morone (a.k.a. 'Annika Doe. My pen name is my real name of 'April Morone')
Date, revised: July 14th, 2011
"Dance of Love"
We are separate.
We are one.
Blended in motion.
Turning,Weaving,
In a dance that isn't done.
Moving left,
Then swaying right.
Connected to each other.
Touching; tight.
Then we move apart
In this timeless, beautiful art,
Saying with dance
What we cannot find in words.
Expressing our love
To endless musical chords.
We yearn for each other,
Showing we care.
This dance brings us tears
Because we know what is there.
Stepping into each other,
We all but kiss,
Then step away
To show that each other, we miss.
The pull of our love
Shown with each inward step,
then we sweep away from each other,
Twirling few feet away
To show our longing for each other
being kept away.
The ache that we feel,
When together and apart,
is shone by the movements we make
And expressions of this form of art.
Ballet says what we cannot-
Shows what we dare to speak,
Expressing so eloquently,
What we forever sought to say,
Showing our emotions, elegantly,
[As if to say,]
"I love you and you love me,
And forever, we'll try to be.
But we are torn, at times, apart,
Aching for each other
In our hearts."
It cannot work
Of our love, you see,
because we were too sensitive-
I'd hurt you and you'd hurt me.
But we will, forever, want to be
Because we are soul mates, meant to be.
And so we try, endlessly.
To be together, happily.
Our dance finally comes to an end.
And we step away, sadly,
Realising that we cannot continue,
Despite how we tried so fervently.
And we cry and yearn,
Aching deep in our hearts
Hurting, inside,
For our love that still burns.
Author: April Morone (a.k.a. 'Annika Doe. My pen name is my real name of 'April Morone')
Date, revised: July 14th, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
"You and Me"
This poem I've written is about friendship and what it means between a best friend and me. This poem is below:
"You and Me"
I lay your head upon my shoulder
And speak softly to you,
Comforting you as I do so,
And listening to you,
Crying, inside, as I do.
I feel your hurt and pain,
And I see the hurt she does to you.
You cry, silently against me,
Lost in your despair and depression,
And ask what to do.
I say that I don't know.
And cry, myself, about this,
Not letting it show in my voice,
So to sound comforting and strong,
Thankful your back is facing me, during this.
I feel helpless to help you
Through it all.
And don't know what I can do.
I look at you to make sure you're alright,
And that you don't still feel like you might fall ([to suicide]).
You get up and go light a cigarette.
I silently thank God
For all he's done to help you through.
Feeling worn, I go rest.
You come sit next to me and prod.
So, I tell you that I'm fine
Because I worry you might not handle others' worries, too.
I see you smile, put your hand on my shoulder,
Then, nod and get up to put a movie on.
And we laugh at the funny parts of it, just me and you.
At times, you are there for me-
You'd held me as I'd cried,
Helped me through tough times,
And helped me when no one else could,
No matter how hard they'd tried.
I think back on that,
As I hear you laughing.
And I can't help but smile-
Smile about this, plus at hearing you happy.
Our friendship has the process of graphing-
Of making us more whole, again-
And I wouldn't have it any other way,
I decide,
As we watch the movie, and laugh at the funny parts of it,
Silently thankful for each other, this day.
Author: April Morone
Date, written: July 2nd, 2011
"You and Me"
I lay your head upon my shoulder
And speak softly to you,
Comforting you as I do so,
And listening to you,
Crying, inside, as I do.
I feel your hurt and pain,
And I see the hurt she does to you.
You cry, silently against me,
Lost in your despair and depression,
And ask what to do.
I say that I don't know.
And cry, myself, about this,
Not letting it show in my voice,
So to sound comforting and strong,
Thankful your back is facing me, during this.
I feel helpless to help you
Through it all.
And don't know what I can do.
I look at you to make sure you're alright,
And that you don't still feel like you might fall ([to suicide]).
You get up and go light a cigarette.
I silently thank God
For all he's done to help you through.
Feeling worn, I go rest.
You come sit next to me and prod.
So, I tell you that I'm fine
Because I worry you might not handle others' worries, too.
I see you smile, put your hand on my shoulder,
Then, nod and get up to put a movie on.
And we laugh at the funny parts of it, just me and you.
At times, you are there for me-
You'd held me as I'd cried,
Helped me through tough times,
And helped me when no one else could,
No matter how hard they'd tried.
I think back on that,
As I hear you laughing.
And I can't help but smile-
Smile about this, plus at hearing you happy.
Our friendship has the process of graphing-
Of making us more whole, again-
And I wouldn't have it any other way,
I decide,
As we watch the movie, and laugh at the funny parts of it,
Silently thankful for each other, this day.
Author: April Morone
Date, written: July 2nd, 2011
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
I wrote this when I was a teenager going through physical harm by one of my brothers, including having been choked, his yells even worse than that to me cus it meant no freedom when my parents weren't home and sometimes even when they were. My brother just didn't seem to care, as long as he didn't get in trouble. And he did this when my older brother was not there. I covered my bruises cus they could be covered, and I let others think it was just due to my normal clumsyness that I had cus everyone knew that I really was clumsy, so tht was easy to lie to say I just fell or walked into something. But, I had tried telling some people at some points, later on. At the time, no one helped. Some people said I was just oversensitive about the things he did to me and of that I should keep it quiet, and of that they thought I could handle it. But therapists I started asking to go see from teen age on up had diagnosed me with PTSD and said that it seemt to be from the stuff that my brother had been doing. Anyway, below is this poem that explains what it was like when he would yell so loud (nnot just for me to hear him, well enough, but also to control me amde sure I was paying attention and would do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted. He'd cut my hand, and I went to a nieghbor to ask her to help fix it since it wasn't too badly injured. She did for me. He choked me into unconsciousness at another point. He'd hit me so often, and he beat me often, too. He kept me in his bedroom and restrained me or hit me, sometimes, if I'd tried to leave-even at 11p.m. or 1a.m., even if I was severely tired. I wasn't allowed to stay in mine or he would grab me and hit me or beat me. Once, he even took a huge medical book my parents had in a small book shelf that was in a type of extra living room, and he pinned me to the ground and beat me with it (the book was a thick hard covered book that was also big, with a while cover and lettering on it that was of different colours. One sometimes cannot forget details situations like that that happen in violent situations. He'd take the door knob off my door so that I couldn't go into my room to escape him and close and lock my door for safety from his violence or for time alone. And dad had come around and put it back on on several different occasions. Then my brother had just taken the door knob off, again, to keep me from being able to go tino my room to escape him and his violence. And my dad would put the door knob back on, agian. But he just knew how to take that doorknob off, again. I apologise for all of this long post, but I have to get it out of my system, apparently more than I thought I'd needed to vent. Anyway, there are some things I know might upset people who know me to tell read, even if they have heard this part, before, but I want to tell a small bit about it to let people understand more on what had gone on by my younger brother on me (he is older than me, but he is the younger brother. I am the only sister in a set of three kids). Anyway, he came in one day, and he closed the door, though not all the way, but enough so that he would not be heard, and he then asked me stuff that made me feel very uncomfortable because it pertained to sex. It was one thing to have conversations with sinblings about if a sibling broke up with someone or is wanting to date someone. But when a sibling crosses a line by asking another sibling for sex, that just crosses boundaries, and he had crossed my boundaries by asking me for sex. I told him that that is wrong because that is incest, and I then asked him why he was asking me that, and he replied about that he had this girl he, liked and of that he wanted to seem experienced with her. He had wanted to practise with me to seem experiences for her. Hello?!?!?! I know that he and I were adopted and all, but he is my biolgical brother adopted with me in a pair cus DCF had wanted to keep us together when we were adopted by an adoptive family. Anyway, he didn't care. With all that had gone on, I thought that maybe even though it wasn't right to do any of this to anyone, I thought that I just had to accept it, so when my ex-boyfirned from high school contaxted me, again once he got out of the service, I got back together with him, and then later continued a relationship with him and had children by him, marrying him along the way. Well, low self-esteem and severe depression plus some giving up on life had a role to play in my giving in to him and marrying him (that plus the fact that I thought I loved him). Anyway, my kids are adopted out for their safety, and I got a protective order and divorced him. I had a couple relationships after that that were abusive, too. Now, I am currently single. I am safe, so that is what is important. Anyway, here is my poem:
Looking Up At The Sky
As I look up at the sky,
I see clouds,
I see birds,
And life pass me by
I am jealous, because
The clouds and birds cannot see
The hatred and control
That you always show me
They get to move about, freely,
At their own pace, so gracefully
While you restrain me and ask me
Where I went and where I will be
They get to move to and fro’
No care in the world
While you unleash your anger and threats
As though the devil is unfurled
I look up at the sky
And wish that that were me,
Flying in the sky, so high
And forever, so free
Free from your yelling
Free from your control, beatings, belittlements, and accusations
When will you hurt me, again?
With you, there is no way of telling
And so, I look up at the sky
Crying, silently, daily,
Wishing that I was one of those birds
Who could fly, carelessly,
and just be free to be me
Author: April Morone
**Author’s note: I had written this when I was about 14 years of age, originally.
Looking Up At The Sky
As I look up at the sky,
I see clouds,
I see birds,
And life pass me by
I am jealous, because
The clouds and birds cannot see
The hatred and control
That you always show me
They get to move about, freely,
At their own pace, so gracefully
While you restrain me and ask me
Where I went and where I will be
They get to move to and fro’
No care in the world
While you unleash your anger and threats
As though the devil is unfurled
I look up at the sky
And wish that that were me,
Flying in the sky, so high
And forever, so free
Free from your yelling
Free from your control, beatings, belittlements, and accusations
When will you hurt me, again?
With you, there is no way of telling
And so, I look up at the sky
Crying, silently, daily,
Wishing that I was one of those birds
Who could fly, carelessly,
and just be free to be me
Author: April Morone
**Author’s note: I had written this when I was about 14 years of age, originally.
The words, herein, that I put down when writing this poem might speak for themselves as to the meaning of this poem. But, I can explain, anyway, as to why I wrote this poem. I wrote this poem because I saw a dear friend hurting-one who I love very much-and I just wanted this friend to allow me to help however needed to help get him through stuff he was going through.
"Silent Plea"
My heart aches
when I see you
because you are in pain
and you won't tell me what I can do
for you
This ache, I can't get rid of
I've tried, but to no avail
because your sadness permeates everything
If I try to help,
will I only fail?
Want to touch you-
got to have you-
it's not fair that you're so close
yet I can't have you
Even as I stand just inches apart
so close that I could almost touch you
you are unreachable
All I want to do
is to show love to you
But you've been too hurt
your soul, now guarded
so, you won't allow anyone in
and it hurts me to see you
broken-hearted
If I could just touch you-
a gentle hand on your face
hold you
in a loving embrace
Tell you things that could help you heal
listen to you of your dreams
But your hardened heart
keeps you safe
you won't show the emotions you feel
The emotions you've told me
you feel for me
But you hold back out of fear
If only you could let yourself be happy
God, it hurts
to see you in pain
but I will keep that to myself
so to not make you feel worse, again
Let me take away your pain
let me be the One
Let me show you love, again
Let me show you that it doesn't have to hurt
to love,
or to open up, some
Let me wipe away your tears you've shown me
Let me take it all away
Let me be your shoulder-
your confidante
Please, just let me help
make it all better in some way
Author: April Morone
"Silent Plea"
My heart aches
when I see you
because you are in pain
and you won't tell me what I can do
for you
This ache, I can't get rid of
I've tried, but to no avail
because your sadness permeates everything
If I try to help,
will I only fail?
Want to touch you-
got to have you-
it's not fair that you're so close
yet I can't have you
Even as I stand just inches apart
so close that I could almost touch you
you are unreachable
All I want to do
is to show love to you
But you've been too hurt
your soul, now guarded
so, you won't allow anyone in
and it hurts me to see you
broken-hearted
If I could just touch you-
a gentle hand on your face
hold you
in a loving embrace
Tell you things that could help you heal
listen to you of your dreams
But your hardened heart
keeps you safe
you won't show the emotions you feel
The emotions you've told me
you feel for me
But you hold back out of fear
If only you could let yourself be happy
God, it hurts
to see you in pain
but I will keep that to myself
so to not make you feel worse, again
Let me take away your pain
let me be the One
Let me show you love, again
Let me show you that it doesn't have to hurt
to love,
or to open up, some
Let me wipe away your tears you've shown me
Let me take it all away
Let me be your shoulder-
your confidante
Please, just let me help
make it all better in some way
Author: April Morone
"Pretend"
Pretend with me
for a little while...
touch me
pleasure me
make me smile
Pretend with me
that you actually care
show tenderness
in a long, romantic stare
Pretend with me
that I rock your world
and that I'm in your dreams
that you try to unfurl
Pretend with me
that you love me
if only for a night-
tell me what I want to hear
to make it alright
Pretend with me
and I'll pretend, too,
if only for a night,
that I am an equal to you
Pretend with me
that you have no hate
that you are truly kind
and that love can be because of fate
Pretend with me
that life is worth living-
that domestic violence doesn't reign
and that men can be truly giving
[So just] Pretend with me
for a little while
that you love me-
make me smile
Pretend with me
that life is sweet,
that you respect me,
and that I help to make your
life complete....
Pretend with me...
Just pretend, please....
Author: April Morone
Pretend with me
for a little while...
touch me
pleasure me
make me smile
Pretend with me
that you actually care
show tenderness
in a long, romantic stare
Pretend with me
that I rock your world
and that I'm in your dreams
that you try to unfurl
Pretend with me
that you love me
if only for a night-
tell me what I want to hear
to make it alright
Pretend with me
and I'll pretend, too,
if only for a night,
that I am an equal to you
Pretend with me
that you have no hate
that you are truly kind
and that love can be because of fate
Pretend with me
that life is worth living-
that domestic violence doesn't reign
and that men can be truly giving
[So just] Pretend with me
for a little while
that you love me-
make me smile
Pretend with me
that life is sweet,
that you respect me,
and that I help to make your
life complete....
Pretend with me...
Just pretend, please....
Author: April Morone
I'd written this poem to show how carefree and calm and content I was feeling as I stared at the sky on a pretty Summer day, and sighed. I wrote about how it felt, emotionally, from doing so. I wanted more positive, light and carefree poems to show through to people.
"Flying High Above"
Flying High Above
Drifting....
Set free, and soaring...
That's what is to be...
High above the clouds
Sun's warmth felt
Dreamily soaring high above
The past, away, did melt
This is where am-
Just being-
This is where still I'll be
Soaring away from all
Because life's whatever’s isn't for me
Like the angels that I see
Like the kindred who have gone before me
Like God and all the spirits
This place is for me
So I go here
And I stay
Can never go back
Not for an hour, day, or week
The heavens is where I am
And it is where I'll forever be
Author: April Morone
"Flying High Above"
Flying High Above
Drifting....
Set free, and soaring...
That's what is to be...
High above the clouds
Sun's warmth felt
Dreamily soaring high above
The past, away, did melt
This is where am-
Just being-
This is where still I'll be
Soaring away from all
Because life's whatever’s isn't for me
Like the angels that I see
Like the kindred who have gone before me
Like God and all the spirits
This place is for me
So I go here
And I stay
Can never go back
Not for an hour, day, or week
The heavens is where I am
And it is where I'll forever be
Author: April Morone
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