Christian K. Montiel
Biography of Christian K. Montiel
Christian K. Montiel Poems
My Beautiful Girl
Beautiful girl. Beautiful brown eyes that are like a pond fill with holly water that reflects the blessings from the sun, beautiful girl don’t be so sad and wipe those tears from your beautiful eyes because I’ll be with you tonight.
G.A.Y. Let me think about it, I think the word gay is the opposite of everything we do on this lifestyle that we create. Because if I wear something that is not good is gay, if I do or I say something wrong is gay, I guess that is the word of the day. We should be worry about our own life and don’t be judging other people by their lifestyle or sexual preferences you don’t know about their life you don’t know about the reason why they are like that maybe you even don’t know and your son or daughter can be like that too but they are not support on their ideas or decisions.
Night of lust.
Night of lust. Night of lust is tonight so lets do it now, let you feelings go wild is something normal in this life. So c’mon woman lets go and get lost in this world of fantasies where you and me we can explore the unknown with our blind feelings. We can do the perversion of temptation look better what it’s, it seems so that means I will do things you never seen and do with another one that you don’t belong to.
I love you.
I love you for you, your beauty and the love that never ends So I say to you thank you for be there for me in all type of bad whether My words would not be enough to explain what you're to me. This is just a short though on my head because with out you I probably be lost
Kids having kids.
Kids having kids Now the playgrounds are empty like the soul of this new generation, it seems everyone wants to love faster, live faster and I think beyond their capabilities. Now a electronic device means more than words or feelings, now you can be in love with out knowing what really means or feels, now you can run away with out feeling attach to whatever you love or desire. No more romantic candle lights dinner, no more hopes for a great everlasting love, nothing matters anymore but the numb superficial meaning of things.
Black society. Are so many things into this world that doesn’t make sense to worry about like adultery, war and material things that nobody really needs. But what about those who are left behind for not be able to get along with the society that not understand them and don’t even listen to their complains, I’m talking about the groups that are left in the darkness of our society. Elders, ethnic groups and people with special needs and others so many groups that are still misunderstood with society, like this kid that I found into this society crying with his crutch broken and he ask me why society has to be mean with people like me?
Sexual desire is into my mind, When I close my eyes and dream About you. Sometimes is hard to deal
Best friend. You show me how to smile again, when I have forgot how to smile, and tears don’t flood my face on a while, so please understand that I feel stronger whenever you are next to me. The sky is not gray anymore is blue and full of life, I remember when we met the first time and our hands hold on like we knew each other forever, beautiful you, thank you for trusting me with your heart. Now life have a meaning for everything, they say everything on life has a purpose but I hope ours is to last and love each other for the rest of our lives.
I always thought that life was going to be, The best for me, even that you left me alone, I never left the hope that you were going to Comeback into my life again.
Sweet pain. Now you are gone from life and tonight everything is going to change, so all what is left is this deep sweet pain in side of my chest. “Tick tack” I hear the clock I feel like is going to drive me crazy this thing; I mean the loneliness of feeling so alone in this room. Sweet little thing, sweet little moments and sweet pain is what is left of your love and now everything went down the drain, pretty much everything is gone.
Blue moon One more night with out you, Is one more night to dream about you, my nights are lonely and colder as get older with out you under this blue sad moon? Tonight I’m here writing down something’s about you, but is just a waste of lyrics because you never going to read what I had wrote, whenever I was thinking about you.
Are you lost?
Are you lost? Rain drops outside of your window, you can hear each one like the beats from your heart, kitchen oven is on, because the night is cold and you are alone in your own. Baby daddy is too busy chasing panties, and you still wondering if true love will make him to come back to you but for now you still living this nightmare and make you think how long all this bad time will last? Come home is what your mother told you but your pride is too high even if pain takes you sleep every night, kids ask how long is dad going to be gone but your answers is the silence that burn your soul.
Sad beach. Remember those nights when we just to drive you car all the way down to that sad lonely beach? I just to love to harass you when we were wrap around with lust and the devil was inside of both us. Alcohol it was the perfect ingredient to poison your mind and also to fill your brain until you forget about what you were doing wrong and me and all the things we did.
Mourning love. I look to every picture and I turn every page with a pain that just won’t go way, sometimes I smile, sometimes I cry into my lonely nights of my life. Where do you go? It seems that you been gone for too long but I guess, I just can’t take it anymore, this sorrow has fill my soul and sometimes I ask my self what you and god are up to? I pray to you with the smile in my face and I close my eyes so I can see you smiling at least for the last time but it just too surreal trying to believe all the things that happen to me.
Sexual desire is into my mind,
When I close my eyes and dream
Sometimes is hard to deal
With the stereotypes that people give me when I tell them about you and me, they say I'm just a poor dreamer
Falling in love with something that never exists.
But you are a dream that I don't want to wake up from it, that is why my eyes I would never like to open.
This is just a feeling that develops around me and every time that I run my fingers trough your skin so I can feel you close to