Roberta James Mitchell Poems

they say i´m a punk,
they said it out loud,
and when all people turned
and looked at me,
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Hold In Cauld Field...
stay in inocence,
is that what you meant
Mr. Salinger?
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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.....
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she dances like a queen
in a summer night
pagan fest,
twisting and rolling
...

i didn't lost my arm
being hero at a war,
i didn't lost my leg
trying to save anyone
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i left my tears on the road,
and a plant grew up
in the place where they fell
it was a sad plant
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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'
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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.
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what i like the most
it's to lie on my back
and stare at the sky,
to lie on the grass
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what if the world ends
while i'm not there
to take care of you
to protect you
...