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Best Poems Written by Jenny Monteverdi

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Needle Point Lullaby

He sang sweet songs, sweet needle point lullabies
His eyes were crystalized, their awestruck blackness ate me whole
I stayed mesmerized by his carelessness and smooth complexion
He spit ease and promised comfort
His perversions helped to define me
He fed off the helpless story my eyes told
Like a rat chewing holes in already worn socks
The deeper the needle dug, the closer we became
2 more strangers brought together by a spoonful of pretty crystal flakes,
Praying for something better
The dope trampled through our veins, fusing us together
I take the shot and let it break me to pieces
I become fragments, collaged together to make one unnecessary disaster
I am legs. I am eyes. I am lips. I am warmth. I am sultry. I am body language.
I am delirium. I am carelessness.
I am 37 flavors of wreckage
I am the thrust in his hips and the look in his eyes. I am property.
I am the dope sack and the remains left behind
I am just weight on the mattress
I am another girl on another motel bathroom floor
I am the holes in my arms
I am confined, super glued to a picture of a drug addicted whore
Yet, I still believe I am endless
I stay paralyzed in this moment, in my fear of a better way
In this ecstasy
I stay paralyzed in my regrets, in my remembrance of all things lost
In all the moments I lost my control in an empty dope bag
It wraps around me like lights on Christmas tree
My bad decisions and remorse surround me
In a cheap motel room with broken windows and a broken tv
It breathes in my heartbreak and exhales my defeat
I am alone but my broken parts fit right in
The sticky windows separate us from daily life
This is a place of isolation, not escape
The morning sun doesn’t shine on us
We’re just chasing after freedom in the wrong place,


Singing our needle point lullaby.

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Indigenous Silver Spoon

I want to live in my mother's cheekbones that kiss the moon,
then climb down her braids and fall asleep in my indigenous silver spoon.

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A Tribute To Our Lion's Roar

This is the story about the man who sought refuge in my heart
His glance told stories
It sang songs, reviving and pioneering all at the same time 
His melody was beauty and foreign, a vacation I never wanted to leave
He had a touch made out of deliberation and intention that always left me disoriented
His kiss was a wild fire that never knew when to stop
It was force, incomparable and thought breaking all by itself 
And he held a magnetism that drew strength from the current that dances just under the ocean's waves,
leaving me no other choice but to love him unconditionally

He was my lantern light of reunification and self-exploration,
shining the light through some of the unsuspecting jungles of young adulthood
His childlike soul had its own rhythm that moved the hips and the feet and the heads of everyone who heard it
And it heartened those parts of myself that had forgotten their own fluidity 
His trust in love and faith in how the world works illuminated my shadowy corners of doubt
He was confidence and ease, and contagious enough to spread through me in everything I did
Regardless of our needlepointed nightmare, he was 13 shades of a chivalry that I never knew before
And on those icy, secretive winter nights, he was a warrior made up of the type of magic that has no limits 
He became home

Our sacred language was only being taste tested before the old love we used to share came to interrupt the noise
She lived in the fabric of the rays of the sun and your best childhood memory,
Made inside the Devil's handshake, she only knew how to take
Her persuasion was more than just a one night stand, creating an epidemic of need that echoed through forever
She was freedom, allurement, destruction, potency, and like his kiss, she was something to crave
Her force was effortless and depriving, taking the breath of anyone who stood too close
Her name was Crystal and she was everything I can never be
We became a whirlwind of explanations and ultimatums, cradling a love past its expiration date 
And I learned a new jargon, one rooted in mistrust that either took us around or away

Our potential has become elusive like an iridescent sheen that's only captured in some lights
Nostalgia has replaced our nomadic circus of impracticality and second chances
And left an ache that has no name
Some days, when stillness whispers too long, my restless thoughts play tug of war with all the things we can't reclaim
and on those days, his absence rushes through me and I can feel the unrelenting rapids of habit pull me all over again
Tamed to fit in that space between love and logic, he's my firefly of familiarity and reluctance
Our love sleeps in a box wrapped in honor and pride, protected from manipulation, instigation, and resentment
And when the sun kisses the earth goodnight, forgiving all the unlit pockets of the city
Our lions quiet their roar

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City Lights

I live between tonight and tomorrow.. 
I dance upon the valley that separates adulthood from recklessness. 
I find myself in the city lights, 
caught between my mother's nightmares and my freedom. 
My mistakes stay in the shadows, where I can misplace them. 
Each one breathes a different rhythm. 
They're like a photograph that's been filtered too many times 
Only the outlines can be detected while the details transform to grain. 
Bars comfort insomniacs, the lonely, the scared, the prideful, the weak, the lost. 
We become only as tall as the stools we sit on, 
entangled in a burning drink like a knot that won't loosen. 
I inhale the city lights and wait to be illuminated. 
I find my shine in the first drink and the last one, and in all the ones in between. 
I barter my dreams for black out slumbers. 

The sun rises along with my comprehension. 
I try to gather fragments of the memories I surrendered, 
piecing them together to create my own rum soaked puzzle. 
Another raw mark of passion bruises my neck, reminding me I'm my father's disgrace.
Images of my mother's face slip away as my eyes can only gravitate to the floor. 
Sometimes, when the party stops and the air grows as still as a moonlit lake, 
I can hear her prayers. 
The wind soothes my face while the sun kisses my cheek, 
momentarily cradling my guilt from last night's wreckage. 
It's like the last remnants of sand in a shoe, there's always some left.
Each night chips away, leaving ashes of me and my mistakes scattered among the city. 
Until steel bars encage me or dirt surrounds me, you can find me in the city lights.

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How Stars Appear

Made from hope and fists balled tight
the secret handshake of manhood and mistrust fell heavy,
It anchored his identity and moved him through the seas of poverty
And like how stars just appear,
He became fight, hostility, crime
No longer a casualty to life’s turbulence
but instead, a creation of his own bad decisions
Reprieve met him at the tip of the needle
And like how stars just appear,
He became recklessness, loss, detachment
His chipped shoulder and heartbeat made of hot stones
Melt his ambition and push me towards the shore
But I always come back
And like how stars just appear,
He became intrigue, passion, something more
I’m his safe haven made up of the moments he slept through,
Playing hide and seek with the parts of him that his track marks held hostage
He can see my hope while I watch his war
And every time he looks at me, I can see everything that’s beautiful

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Janky Boots

Janky boots, walk me through this poverty painted stream
While water laughs its way through my busted seam
My feet are cold and unprotected
But I still walk to my next taste of your nostalgic sunbeam