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My name is Sam and I love art. I sometimes do podcast, I sometimes stream videogames.
Poetry · Writing

2nd breakfast

September 14, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i just ate;

fulfilled to the max

counting our stacks

war with our axes

rewriting all our exes;

i just ate,

now i’m full

Poetry · Writing

ufos are real

September 13, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i’ve seen them

every time you come around

Poetry · Writing

monkey

September 11, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

did you hear that?

“nope”

enjoy the silence

brought to you by

positive energy-

Poetry · Writing

be you;

September 8, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

you said

you said you see yourself in me

no baby no

you’re better

you’re you

Poetry · Writing

first & last shot in the chamber

September 7, 2021September 7, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

no games

just tell me you’re ready;

i think this was the plan

since we met

but we didn’t listen-

so after you see this;

know my mind has been stuck

my soul wanders a string

of second & third hands

waiting for yours;

no games

just tell me

Poetry · Writing

mirror

September 6, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

she said when you look deep

she sees nothing

“beware the mirror”

it’s just the beginning

to busy fittin’

in- an missin’

what was really meant for you

spinnin’ in a stew

of yesterday.

look into the mirror

you’re biggest admirer

Writing

remember her in the yellow dress

September 5, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

he stares

-obviously

he remembers

when their eyes met

a latte ago

Poetry · Writing

high noon

September 4, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i choose not to shoot-

to wait;

but everything

everything

is telling me

to let rounds fly;

Poetry · Writing

air sign energy

September 3, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

it was a

`

spacial

`

experience

Poetry · Writing

hanged man

September 2, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

it’s time to recover

you can remain pressed

that never pressed me

they all see you runnin’

like time is runnin’ low

time for some class

bell rang, late for class-

it’s over.

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And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.

–
William Shakespeare
(A Midsummer Night’s Dream)

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