Christian K. Montiel Poems

I must die.
I must die, alone as my life rolls like an empty bottle of water following the wind.
Holding your hand as you disappears between my dreams that are becoming nightmares on my head.
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Lonely heart.
Holding your hand but your beautiful smile is fading away; I’m here lost some into the memory lane.
I miss you, you family miss you, the whole world is mourn that you went ahead into the road that one day we will walk together again.
Jokes don’t sound the same with out you; there are no memories to build and I hope I can find the strength to forgive those that had hurt my family and me.
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Closer to god.
As I close my eyes trying to reach for the hand of god, my dreams disappear between the nightmares that trap me on my sleep.
I pray on my knees but at the same time the evil is waiting for me outside on the window of opportunities.
I run from this shadow that wont stop following me, all the way down to my last chance to live.
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Stop.
Hold on everybody! Stop pointing guilty fingers, we can’t blame the whole world for this chapter that have destroy our hearts.
I wish you could light the spot where we can find the answers of this questions that storm our minds, I wish you would show me who end up your beautiful life.
They wait behind you, like a lion to his pray, waiting for you to fall, and that way they can end the thirst of revenge to end all and your life.
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Outlaw.
As my life turns and my steps get longer, I realize that I had walk life with no point and sense of direction and now I’m here alone in my own.
My friends are gone, my friends are death the wind has taken them far away from here and their lives and smiles had been shut and silence forever.
I’m an a outlaw on the quest to find what I’m looking for in my life, I step and destroy every world that I touch and now I’m here on this world alone.
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Recuerdos.
Desde que te fuiste destruiste mi vida y hasta este dia no me puedo recuperar porque ya no estas, y eso hace mi vida sentirse vacia y solitaria cada dia mas.
Por eso e decidido guardar tu recuerdo en un cajon, que cadavez que lo abro rompe mi Corazon con este amargo dolor.
Dedicado
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GRISELDA.
As everyday I think about her, that I should let it go from my head because it doesn’t make sense to talk about her when she didn’t belong into my life after all.
They say after the storm, everything will be calm as the first time that she meets me but now everything looks the same but I wonder why her memories still affecting my life today?
Beautiful brown eyes that make me feel happy whenever they looked at me when she try to ignore me but I hate my self whenever they cry for the storm that I create when they were blind.
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Pretty.
I play with your long curly black hair that it feels like silk to my hands, I like to touch your skin so soft and that is why I like to kiss it from your head to your toes, that beautiful aroma that it smell like petals from yellow roses.
Beautiful cherry lips and every kiss is a holly gift to me, and I like the mystery into your eyes that I hate my self every time that I make them cry.
I though you were mine when you were not and that broke my heart in a thousand pieces, that I’m trying to put together and now I’m walking alone because you are gone but forever you will be for me so pretty.
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Daughter
When I see your eyes, I can see me, when I hear you laugh I can hear me, I hold your little hands on my dreams but when I wake up, my loneliness set on my life once again.
Your image becomes shadows that fades away and your laugh becomes echoes in the wind and I pray some times that some day you forgive me for not be there for you.
Believe me I use to dream that I was there pushing you on the swing and at night I was brushing your beautiful hair until you fall asleep next to me.
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