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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

Poetry · Writing

founding inessentials

February 4, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i remember

when everything was put together,

like the lego x-wing

before it crashed;

& fell to pieces.

Poetry · Writing

Any Shape You Take

January 8, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

now that the baby is gone;

i saw your true colors,

& it’s not what i wanted

Poetry · Writing

Promises

January 7, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

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.

Poetry · Writing

strawberries

January 2, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

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;

Poetry · Writing

red plastic cups

December 15, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

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

Poetry · Writing

cold december evening;

December 15, 2021July 4, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

it was a given;

that i couldn’t remember

every detail.

but fuck

did i try;;

Poetry · Writing

the end of an argument

December 10, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

trigger warning;

i remember the burning-

the smell of blood

keeps my stomach turning

nightmares swarming,

only peace we crave is at the bottom of a bottle.

Poetry · Writing

melody

December 9, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

it’s the care in your eyes;

behind the mystery

behind the walls

behind what you want everyone to see-

to see dark,

there is a song-

you sing with your eyes

a song of sorrow and loss

heavenly voice

painting a hellish picture

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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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