❝ ... abyss without color or stars, black hole we know not of until we are confronted by it. ❞ Poems of life, love, and mental illness not-so-loosely based on experience. ❋ ❋ ❋ © Copyright 2015-2017, by April Nicole Jones.

de·sid·er·a·tum diˌsidəˈrätəm,-ˈrātəm,-ˌzidə-/ noun plural noun: desiderata something that is needed or wanted. "integrity was a desideratum" synonyms: requirement, prerequisite, need, indispensable thing, sine qua non, essential, requisite, necessary "integrity was a desideratum"

A new collection of poems.

This is a short collection of a few my poems. I've been writing for about 15 years . I write many things, but poetry is my favorite. This is all original and mine. Please, do not copy my work. Just ask and you may use it if you like. Thank you, enjoy and don't forget to comment, In my poetry I express my deepest emotions and fears. Please check all my stuff I post and Ill make sure to check your if you ask.

my homemade poetry #94 in poetry on 17 Dec 2015, 10am #33 in poetry on 31 Dec 2015, 12.36pm #12 in poetry on 17 Jan 2016, 11.58pm All rights reserved © Cover designed by @dcrktimes

BOOK OF POETRY Dear Heart, Your voice is music, I get lost in your words which leaves me, At a lost for words

"The colors of knowledge splash onto the blank canvas of my mind," -ddiaz80 These poems are based on most colors of the color spectrum and will be laced with my emotions. Enjoy :) {Criticism would be very much appreciated}. I DO NOT OWN THE ARTWORK FOR THE COVER

A young woman who was always the life of the party, quick to tell a joke, always smiling and happy, tragically dies at age 23. What her mother found after her death reflected a much different young woman, her poetry. Her words showed a young woman crying out to feel loved, wanted, beautiful and worthy. Struggling to accept herself as the wonderful, happy, beautiful young woman everyone else saw her as. Her words reflect the pain and torment she allowed another to cause her. It is her mother's most heart felt desire to reach even one young person struggling to accept themselves. To encourage them to open up and talk to someone, to know they are never alone, to know their feelings are validated. She also hopes to reach a mother that perhaps feels her daughter is perfect and completely in charge of her life, as mothers often do. After reading her poetry, hopefully it will facilitate conversation, confirm unconditional love and help to end words that a mother never hears. I am her mother and these are her words.

When I can't do anything else, I write poems. [Became #1 in Poetry a long time ago]

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.