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Poetry · Writing

melt my eyes

April 7, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

it was the moment

you met mine

i knew you’d be mine;

crimson aura

crushing my brick wall

red roses, bleeding over

red roses

Poetry · Writing

two the nine

April 7, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

chances are

i take a chance

on myself

for the first time;

i can remember the bad bets

they were never on the house

someone else’s

& they went bust

not this time

ill gamble on this pair

Poetry · Writing

untitled 18

April 5, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i see the demons

lurking

behind every devious

thought;

cursing me

reminding me

you can never out run

yourself

Poetry · Writing

lemons

April 3, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i never worried

just stayed up all night thinking

long Summer evening

Poetry · Writing

nascar

March 23, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i wonder;

three hundred

thoughts plundered

& wondered;

one too many laps

a two time relapse

one of your wonder

-ful traps.

Poetry · Writing

long distance relationship

March 8, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

you told me not to worry

about what tomorrow would be like

how we would eat

or how we would pay our bills.

even after you passed;

i always knew

you’d still be looking

over my shoulder

telling me

it would be okay.

Poetry · Writing

2nd date-

March 6, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i remember

very little;

i loved the way

you carried my memories –

but after a while

i guess

you got tired.

Poetry · Writing

navy blue

February 25, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

at our finger tips

something crystal clear

before man made smog

Poetry · Writing

prospect

February 25, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

it was the light

from over the hills

no clouds; on the horizon

Poetry · Writing

lost & found

February 15, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

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

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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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