it wasn’t a hurdle
just a motion
to be better
Author: SamT.Gutierrez
My name is Sam and I love art.
I sometimes do podcast, I sometimes stream videogames.
personal touch
i see us arguing, a ton
usually about movies or music
and you want to be right
and i want to see you tonight
i love sharing passion-
i see us trying a ton of restaurants
half of them we’ll go back to
will share laughs at the other half
pasta will probably be our favorite
the ravioli is fire-
and i’ll take a ton of pictures;
shot for shot it’s my favorite
the album with pokemon stickers and harley quinn pins
listening to donald glover
eight minutes of ads
i passed-
a whole in the door
like cartoons in the morning
it’s over by eight;
and someone else has walked through
the door was only open
for twenty-two minutes
into a space
where doors are always open
a mountain i don’t know the name of but i visit often
the bravery-
to jump from the cliffs you so looked up to
the day you found the courage
to reach the top
look down and see everything that you were
and breathe in everything you are;
but i wake up in the middle of the night
remember i have work in the morning
bills due in a week
that top of the mountain is far away
but the i can feel the air brushing across my face
occupied tree-
i was told
i’d have to sacrifice everything-
anything holding onto would be let go
like butterflies in Spring
i’d let them
watch them
leave them
grow on my back like a fallen branch;
a pit stop for the weary
candid vow
it wasn’t a joke or saying
not a line to pick or a quote to be memorized
nothing annotated or on the back of my hands
it is all here-
with you standing across from me
i know what i’ll see for today tomorrow
and the next tomorrow until i am all out of them
the highlight of my day i’ll make the highlight of my life;
you can know this now
because i’ve known for quite some time
that time was a knock off until you were added;
all candid- just waiting for my life to be stirred
thee unforgettable flavor
father glass
i see you in a whole new light;
a necklace we share
a place for prayer
a love all too rare;
farther than the pedestal you’re on
chariot to the top; blinded by your brawn
time to trace the fortress of glass through my fingers
you crossed into my lane with no warning and no blinkers
but willingly; never a red light hard bites through the night feels right
now, a place for prayer
is not a warrant for inspection
a love all too rare isn’t warranted with suspicion
just with a mission; to make it last
and put a chair next to yours at the top
pve
same colors like a teammate
kissing the trophy
we win together
scoreboard was sold
player versus player is a league
we don’t support
just us versus the world
midnight cruise
i am always running
on the treadmill, sitting down, eating breakfast;
the motor never quits, never an oil change or fluid change
check engine light has been removed
and a brick on the gas pedal-
the empty light came on a friday night
a shovel to the brick
a hammer
a pickup truck
but your delicate hands
with ease
found comfort under yellow umbrellas
your hand found mine and not on a steering wheel
stealing nothing instead given
given a chance to have free hands
free from the wheel free from those haunted nights
nights are easier and the darkness drives the other way
everyday is taco tuesday
there is nothing wrong with this city
i know where the best tacos are no committee
where i can get a drink that turns buildings into legos
house jumpin’ past two makin’ waves leavin’ graves leggo
but it needs a makeover;
a painter with a knife
can’t breathe in these fumes
it’ll lead me to my tomb-
lease is coming to an end
the potted plant stretchin’ its legs an ascend
not how i intended
it’ll pay dividend
come back one day
buy that taco place
turn it into a mansion
Saint's Muse 