Roberta James Mitchell
Roberta James Mitchell (April 11,1987 / México)
Biography of Roberta James Mitchell
Roberta James Mitchell Poems
They Called Me Punk
they say i´m a punk, they said it out loud, and when all people turned and looked at me,
Hold In Cauld Field... stay in inocence, is that what you meant Mr. Salinger?
you're an orange peel thrown down the window, i saw you when you fell, i watched you while you were floating in the water, next to my boat, in the middle of the sea.....
Watch Me Die
lit a cigarette and watch me die; as you always sit in front of the tv, now sit in front of me.
You Were Beautiful
'i couldn´t stand you i couldn´t stand your beauty' i guess im some kinda weirdo
it feels weird, its something i already kinda knew mmmhhh, i dont know, i knew it was there, but, for almost a second, im pretty sure,
i stand still knowing nothing about it, 'something big it´s coming' the crowd it´s impatient, so am i. 'something huge it´s happening'
i didn't lost my arm being hero at a war, i didn't lost my leg trying to save anyone
it's so hard to find my mind where did my heart run this time? i'm so far from the one i cryed, and he doesn't cry me back.
grown ups always wear gray suits when they work, they always complain about trafic and weather, they hate mondays and curse them but love that they always get paid for working in that awful day.
Doesn'T Seem Enough
if only i had superpowers i'd find another thousand ways to make you cry, to make you die,
i got a couple of bucks in my hand, think they'll help me make my way far away?
The Sweetest Thing
i don't have to think and you don't have to explain, there is no need for words when i know what you'll say
it's my war aganist myself it's my war aganist the trends, it's a war and you'll be afraid, and tomorrow everything'll end
Watch Me Die
lit a cigarette and watch me die;
as you always sit in front of the tv,
now sit in front of me.
as it you weren´t my friend,
watch me cry once again,
not eve knowing what to say.
eat some popcorn and prepare,