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Julia Montero Poem
Dark room, flickering light
A single bed, satin sheets
Inviting and bright
No words were pronounced,
Screaming in my head,
I wanna wake up now
Escape this little place
Dream or fantasy?
Oasis in your sparkling eyes
Better not look at them
The price for waking up again
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Julia Montero Poem
My heart has two names
And a couple places to live
Four beautiful blue eyes
And any of them can be seen
One feeling came first
Along with the youth
The other would come later
Blossom into adulthood
Winter and summer,
Holding each other under Christmas lights,
Sand lighten by the stars in an August night
One gave me freedom
The other built my cage
I wouldn’t be able to leave it
Not until today
Two continents, inconsolable differences,
Tradition, toughness, cold hearts
A different way, a different mood
Leaves of grass and snowy woods
Meine Liebe, mein Shatz
My dear or sweetheart
I’ll keep you forever
In this little piece of art
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I’m here now
Tomorrow I don’t know
It feels stupid
The idea of being scared
of something you can’t control
But still it’s the most common fear
In every human being standing in the Earth
The cruel nature of the uncertainness
You spend every minute in your life
Getting ready for the end of it
Stress in everyday life
Doesn’t let us see the beauty around us
Spending time with people you love,
Being hold endlessly by a mother,
Sharing personal jokes with dad,
Watching “The Sound of Music” once more
Looking at his face until I can’t forget any detail
Listening the playful laugh of your nephew
At the end of the day
What is really important is
What makes you feel so alive
You think you’ll live eternally
But the truth is death is going to catch you
You don’t have the privilege or curse to know when
Just live well, just live
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I miss America
And I’ve never been there
It may seem impossible
Nothing but an affair
I miss America
And that colorful flag
The girl from Pennsylvania
Past full of sweat and blood
I miss America
White and black skin,
Dominant race or just a sin
But still loving the dream it means
I miss America
Young, wild, magnificent New World
A stolen country from those who saw it born
Mohawk or Cherokee, savages
For the ones who don’t understand
I miss America
At least the idea of it
Like Sinatra I’ll do it in my way
The day we can finally meet
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Summer of ‘19
The sound of the waves healing my soul
The sand caresses my skin
Death taking any kind of hope away
But that was just before coming face to face with you
And your particular and hopeful vision of a runaway American Dream
You brought glorious technicolor to my life
A life all covered in grey
Cause that’s what friends do
Feeling nothing but amazement while reading every line in that little notebook
Only means of access to the deepest part of your complex mind
You taught me how it feels to live like a Rolling Stone
Keep wondering how to make it count
The answer is still blowing in the wind
Free, ambitious, intellectual minds
Hungry hearts can’t be stopped by anyone
But somehow baby we were born to run
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Who can afford to be weak?
Definitely not me
Who can cry in front of others fearless?
There is no way for me once more
The journey to “my life”,
A very heavy price to pay,
I’m not walking my own path
They’ll leave me standing in the dark
Everyone I know has a date of expiration
Written in their faces with permanent marker
My heart is filled with hope
No more goodbyes,
No more short-term stays
I’ll steal the key and take it away
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Julia Montero Poem
III
I took a step backward right on time
Begging on my knees, losing my dignity
Putting into risk my physical integrity
I feel pity for her,
Your inviting Asian eyes,
They make impossible to notice the WARNING sign
Run as fast as you can,
A wrecking ball is chasing you
Ready to destroy your life as you know it
While she falls in love,
For him ,you’re just the next victim waiting in line
A getaway car in his empty life,
Alcohol, drugs and mindless lust
When he says “I love you”
He never mean it
It's just part of his twisted game,
His game of giving love
And a few seconds later, take it away
The immeasurable speed will make you fly, feel alive
Your heart skipping like a rock in the water
Nothing but the preludium of an irrevocable, macabre, upcoming tragic
ending
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Your cold hand tries to take mine
Big screen is my witness
But he only tries
After a long time, my body is only mine
I don’t owe you nothing
My arms, my legs, my mind, my will
For you, just expectations to fulfil
Like dead, not feeling any thrill
More than a name in your scoreboard
Control of the game is on me
I’ve got other places to be
And paths that lead me to the woman I want to reach
Mrs Dalloway showed me the way
Mrs. Sexton gave me a voice
Didion’s pen taught me to play it as it lays
But I only let one man to borrow my ink
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The sound of harmonica, inminent regression
Every curl of his hair moves you
Moves a tireless mind thirst for change
The sharpness in every guitar cord takes me back there
Asking you to open up to me, no way to keep insisting
When all I really want to do is baby, be friends with you
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Julia Montero Poem
My poems used to rhyme before you
Now they don’t
Gifted hands, sharp words
Making the suffering my master
Green eyes like branches on Christmas tree
They can look like the honey you put in your tea
Every line in your body has still her name in it
The name of the poet who came before me
But I keep wondering where my rhyme is
My red haired muse’ s gone and took it with him
I found instead every line, every stanza...
When I don’t need them anymore
Cause I along with my refined British accent learned in school
can finally say out loud: Poetry is you
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