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Poetry · Writing

waving plague

October 3, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

everything in my palms turn black arm circles turn the planet cold icicle tips sharpened by the endless night

Poetry · Writing

roots

October 2, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

why do you like what you like was it rooted before you knew why do you believe everything in that book grasp firmly in your hands are those roots ready to be tugged on what is really in that food that you love so much are those questions you can ask answers you're ready for… Continue reading roots

Poetry · Writing

closed road from Tuesday-Tuesday

October 1, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

we ride for our own we don't take names we don't take statements we take answers pin them to the back of our bikes just for show;

Poetry · Writing

finished; page two

September 30, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

second place isn't losing just a daily reminder that you have further to go; i see it in the mirror every morning a glow staring back the brown in my eyes catch fire run it back the night we walked away i want it back the defeat crawling on my skin i'll carry it on… Continue reading finished; page two

Poetry · Writing

declaration of longevity

September 29, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i called you you answered lets spend time yeah maybe now, i think i made it ya'll, i think i made it now down south it's so sweet why yes ma i can eat just lay back it's my treat, girl lets spend time i don't need to rhyme to let you know that i'm… Continue reading declaration of longevity

Poetry · Writing

searing country-

September 28, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

bad things coming truth upcoming- i heard your burden the lives you carry harden the walls you support burning the love you carry turning, run;

Poetry · Writing

razzles & finger guns

September 26, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i crave your hand in mine; the touch of your fingers a long my throat icy breath raises the hairs on my arm like soldiers going into battle your mouth moves my ears stopped working last thing i remember; finger guns & 13 going on 30

Poetry · Writing

island hopping;

September 25, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

hiding is under special talent in a tree for a week waiting for the sun

Poetry · Writing

deadly joke

September 23, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

shame on me laughing for hours at your own misery blood stained hands drawing happy faces on the earth,

Poetry · Writing

magic shop;

September 22, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

disappearing is an easy trick they never tell you that it's the staying, that there is no guide for

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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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