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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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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i feel like i've been here before,
don't you?
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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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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,
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lit a cigarette and watch me die;
as you always sit in front of the tv,
now sit in front of me.
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i feel distant and distracted,
it´s like if i was pulled by a magnet,
it´s weird and i like it.
it´s pathetic, but i can´t help it.
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i´m dreaming of solitude.
there´s a meadow surronded by green eyes,
they have a brave attitude,
flowers with mustache,
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