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Poetry · Writing

love VII

November 1, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

worry about it care about it that is love the one i was taught spending time the one i want miles away- want you arms length at max.

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everyday

October 17, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

everyday i dedicate to myself to be better than yestersay so far i am 0 for 30. but maybe today will be different.

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chess

September 2, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

they sometimes ask what’s your next big move. i’ll tell ‘em a lie something extravagant, somewhere beautiful, away from the board.

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

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fivefivefive

September 11, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

change on the way heart sized fitting room closed until further notice.

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vacant

April 24, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

they keep coming; to room 306- they checked in, locked the door, and dissapeared- they order room service, but no one is their to pick it up they call it ghost hunters come with their cameras leave ith empty pockets all to see room 306. i've seen him, not a they, a he he comes… Continue reading vacant

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found a prison with a hundred inmates two guards and a king wearing two crowns

March 27, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i hate it here

Poetry · Writing

quarantine crush

March 26, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

can hear the singing two buildings over three stories up, she's cooking dinner she loves Otis Redding can see her shadow sometimes as she spins by; she saw me once waved and went about she had her hair up, maybe she was cleaning, i wish i was wearing a better shirt- next time

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heroes rising

March 5, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

trouble is they have been here on the street singing for a nickel 'this is art' blaming the system for paiting a red 'x' on the front of their backs

Poetry · Writing

who are you

March 3, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

power to the nightmare calling Julie; she came with a Cape caught in a turbine and gone calling Julie; just a name i read in a book someone across the globe reading a book with the name Tyler.

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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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