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Safe Distance

January 9, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i will walk with you watch you grow old keep your hand in mine through the good days will eat ice cream the bad eat more ice cream you will not always want me i will still be with you eating ice cream from a safe distance

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The Great Discovery

September 2, 2017 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

She sat in the weakened Earth holding her spade under a family of lanky trees. Clouds passed over her and she didn't flinch, only continued to excavate. Passed over the layer of fresh earth, the unavailable eyes hover over for only a second to blissfully pass. Soft brown, alone and the haircut of a beginning… Continue reading The Great Discovery

Poetry · Scene · Writing

Without Order

August 21, 2017 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

Blankets tied the edge of the bed to the ceiling. Wrapped in tied dyed sheets from the Dollar Tree with monkies swinging from branch to branch. We see things different. Upside down shows us the way  it's supposed to be. Anarchy and Peace hold hands skipping to a better tomorrow. I wish I could of… Continue reading Without Order

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Meow

November 16, 2016 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

The cats are everywhere. Cats doubled the number of bowls of milk. Balls of yarn were impossible not to step on. Purring was synched in perfect harmony. The eyes follow me with every step. Shades of green and brown shifting side to side with no pause. A large black whip hung from a chair. I… Continue reading Meow

Fiction · Scene · Writing

Nemesis

October 25, 2016October 26, 2016 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

The rustling of nearby bushes motivates you. Your loves hand begins to slip, sweat rushing down your jaw, boots crushing everything beneath it. The black walnuts within the forest kept you turning constantly through the forest. Don’t look back, don’t look back. The forest is at a finish; you face a stone wall the size… Continue reading Nemesis

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Arachne

October 25, 2016 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

Sweet grapes overload your sense as you draw near to the origin. Trees are rough against your palms, guiding your stride, they have become your eyes. The brisk breeze pulls you deeper into the center of the forest. The ravens chorus chasing you, stalking you, they are hunting you. The trees have syrup applied to… Continue reading Arachne

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Cupid

October 24, 2016 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

The torch flickers in the wind as you approach the cave. The sconce is shining under the lambent torch. You notice a small heart sticker on the scone. The icy breeze forces you into the cave just to avoid the frost any further.  The back of the cave is perfectly visible under the will of… Continue reading Cupid

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Medusa

October 23, 2016 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

The marshes are dank and cold. The water is high to your knees and thick as honey. Your ears bleeding, dripping slowly, sore and the hum conquers all other noises the forest produces. The icy zephyr creates ripples in the water as if there was an invisible hand skidding across. Moonlight reveals the cloudy mud… Continue reading Medusa

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Tails

October 20, 2016 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

"There's two sides to every coin. A head and tails. Winning and losing. Flipping a coin is everything. Every path, every choice, every decision is a coin flip. Those who avoid flipping, waste away. That's why I admire you. Never afraid to take a risk." He laughs spewing spit. "Yet, this is what got you… Continue reading Tails

Fiction · Scene

Coffee Shop

October 17, 2016 SamT.Gutierrez1 Comment

She stood still, looking into the coffee shop. Hours passed until he finally got off work. He walked across the street where I was waiting and went into another's arm. He held her close and walked into the night never looking back.

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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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