i remember
very little;
i loved the way
you carried my memories –
but after a while
i guess
you got tired.
Author: SamT.Gutierrez
My name is Sam and I love art.
I sometimes do podcast, I sometimes stream videogames.
navy blue
at our finger tips
something crystal clear
before man made smog
prospect
it was the light
from over the hills
no clouds; on the horizon
lost & found
i found comfort in the dark
yet it’s your heart that scares me
i lost warmth in the light
but it’s your words that terrify me
our memory; is tainted
by beating lies
founding inessentials
i remember
when everything was put together,
like the lego x-wing
before it crashed;
& fell to pieces.
Any Shape You Take
now that the baby is gone;
i saw your true colors,
& it’s not what i wanted
Promises
your hand reached for mine;
fingers danced like petals on a breezy day
up my arm down my forearm it’s all part of your charm.
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it’s not that i don’t trust you
i don’t trust myself
to see you
for what you do
not for what you say;
every lie is a dime out of my pocket
& out of ten-
i came up short
to pay
for the next.
strawberries
it’s the sour first bite
that leaves your bottom lip split
between another
or something new-
to tiffany blue’s
sweet red wine’s hands
deep sinking beneath
another;
red plastic cups
you lead me on
like a laser to a cat
i follow
into light screaming choir
or a darkened pit of nothing;
i’ll be you’re play thing
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