roots in a field of buds
horns with blood
weep for their sisters
until next spring
the next bounce
the next bloom
Author: SamT.Gutierrez
My name is Sam and I love art.
I sometimes do podcast, I sometimes stream videogames.
beyonce
i believe in you
chillin’ on Watkin’s street
fading way into next week
falling at the knees oh i’m weak
will be here till next week
after that
no guarantees
traveling climate
i think about that cloud
from time to time
wondering if it made it home safely
valedictorian
they only love me when i produce
putting a message together
stringing days together with a meaning
writing,
words don’t come when you call,
trapped inside a podium
waiting for a speech.
here is it goes;
i’m doing my best fuck off
after nineteen and before the world ends
we started as a gift
lying cheating killing
all before the night shift
wasn’t it so fulfilling
willing to go
millions to the bank
leave the millions on the street
to fend for a penny
so gather around for the show
they roll around in tax tanks
they never miss a beat
n that’s on twenty
50 on rotten tomatoes
all based
on the truth i believed to be
true
but it’s true just to me
only the truth to me
makes it everyone else’s
thought
they’ll tell it to the next
make it gossip
words flowin’ like a faucet
not my truth is your
food for thought
starving from my own process
now this truth has never been true at all
just a story i lived
just fiction you read
just a movie you said
two out of five
humble forest
seeking peace
dear noisy,
stay away
this quiet shelter we built
doesn’t have time for your bad breath
so find another house to blow down
just another static wolf
seeking lost
and found in humble forest.
dear noisy,
stay away
you’re services
are no longer required.
broken system
i kept typing ‘i’
that’s how we got here in the first place
ignoring our neighbors,
seeing- but not listening
now they see the burning
yet
it’s always been on fire
not just for i
but for all
horrified
trouble shooting worldwide
they never handed out tour guides
but they should
come and save it if you could
up to no-good
losing memories like my childhood
now we livin’ bedside
sippin’ tea, horrified.
reckless & prideful
i know what took you
it’s the same poison
hurricane
demon
that lives in me
departed and took you
i wish i could have been there
to duo that beast.
find me again,
in the next
so we can dance another night,
i know,
that wasn’t your last
Saint's Muse 