Forget the necklace.
You set it down on a unstable table.
The risk were laid out in front of you.
Don’t point fingers, check the mirror and you’ll see.
The drop off
and it will
never
be
found.
Author: SamT.Gutierrez
My name is Sam and I love art.
I sometimes do podcast, I sometimes stream videogames.
To the people that set there finals to over fifty percent and make it the test material majority on the material from the one day I missed because I had to take my dog to the vet and you don’t have a study guide
Fuck you.
Uncharted Territory
Challenge yourself.
An idea clouded by comfort and
“Good job”
Need a trainer to push you to place unexplored. Uninhabited. A world
in your backyard left absent on your map. Unexplored and uncharted.
Take a trip this summer and explore, its rocky, so bring comfortable boots.
White Lies
Believe what you want. I’ve never
sat and watched you bleed on our kitchen floor. I’ve never
climbed this mountain and claimed you watched. I’ve never
let a white elephant walk all over you. But believe what you want.
Those scars existed long before I walked that threshold. I might of examined or kissed but never teared. But believe what you want. I’ve never
climbed this mountain alone. I’ve never
broken in this furniture without your tender finger tips. I’ve never
kept this door locked for more than an hour. Believe what you want but
Believe in me.
Golden Retribution
Some days you just need shower more than a breathe.
Subtle flicks of fortune blow
over to another
before you can say
was that gold.
Some days a fresh perspective is all you need more than that shower.
Shower is not for all
save bucket and a
staff for me to wash
the guilt off me.
Some days a beer is all you need so dump that perspective
Feeding Season
The seed will blossom soon.
We’ve watched it since just
a dropping; our little baby. Soon
to blossom. Fighting all the cold
lonely
nights fearing the fed will become hungry.
These roots are filled with fresh innocence making the hungry froth at the mouth.
The cold will come and go. Uneaten tho.
Will see in the warm.
Guardians
The armor is down. I’ve never
seen you without it. Tender,
vulnerable, and human. I’ve never
seen you without it. Tears show
running down pink cheeks to
open hands. Your armor lied to us.
I’ve never seen you without your armor.
Your just like us. Human. And that is fine.
Trainer Orange Ep. 9
Tournament hopefuls lined against the wall, pacing and excited. Men, women, girls, and boys, there was no requirements so the entire island showed up. Boys huddled together crafting strategies and admiring their Pokemon. Small ones, Pokemon Franklin has never seen on the television before.
“Frank,” Martin hovered around Franklin, anxious and jittery around all these Pokemon.
“Is this how you get the money? You’ve never been in a battle before and the only encounter you’ve had ended with Vulpix in the Center.”
“What is your point.”
“Just don’t want us wasting time. We can find another way to get the money.”
“There isn’t-any-other-way dad. I have to start somewhere and a tournament where they supply the Pokemon will even out the playing field.” The line went fast and Franklin was already up. The lady at the counter looked joyful even after serving at least one hundred contestants so far,
“Hi, welcome to the Tangelo battle arena! I just need your name and where your from and you’ll step to the side to get your Id and battle number.”
“My name is Franklin Flyson and I’m from Valencia Island.”
“Flyson? Is that correct,” The counter lady asked.
“Yes.”
“Okay Mr. Flyson, please step to the side and your id will be given shortly. Thank you and good luck!”
The photo was quick and left Franklin blinking hurriedly. The ID number was 100382 next to his photo and his hometown. A buzz overhead circled through the stadium,
“Pokemon trainers! After you have your ID, please gather inside and the pairing will begin!”
Flounder
Feel free to sink to the bottom of the bowl right next to the goldfish we got at the carnival that one time. I know
you know that I know you can swim but you refuse. Out stretched paddles flustered by self inflicted fears of the world
outside this bowl. Fear of breathing pauses the action to be something human something gargantuan something bigger
than the goldfish.
Bout
Arms on the clock fight
time. Traveling battles through
exotic and on the same planet every
night. We fight
this losing battle against
ourselves. We lose we fight we
lose we fight we
test the realm of time.
Arms on the clock fight
time. They lose every-
time. It’s time to hang
the gloves and challenging
the immortal life.
Saint's Muse 