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Poetry · Writing

passive forks

September 21, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i don't know where this is going it's not you it's me i think we are just heading into differnet directions blah blah blah echo's down empty corridors empty words sprayed on empty walls, begged for the truth met with the distance and a beer

Poetry · Writing

lonely timer

September 20, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

my number is called upon often defusing bombs will they be there to do the same, or will i be alone watching an hourglass sink down down to zero and my last memory will be of a bomb that didn't belong to me

Poetry · Writing

a night long ago;

September 19, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

bleak affair warning lights sparkling cider, haze of cigar smoke trouble pillow case scribbles of red ink one my forearm a seven a couple of J's and a smiley face

Poetry · Writing

burning mansion;

September 18, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

trial of fire; belly of butter churn a wheel open the door crank the wire guild of fire, we built these chains latched them on cried for freedom watched the light from a keyhole

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failed in the 8th; secret treasure

September 17, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

sail away like dexter morgan sail away end up on an island far enough away no one knows your face gone lost without a trace far enough away no one will know your name  

Poetry · Writing

life

September 16, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

binge watched all twenty one seasons still rewatch for easter eggs details i might have missed annotated like a story, a story that grows with time

Poetry · Writing

carrying a backpack filled with old lettuce;

September 15, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

the old you missed out on the new me truly all bad things come in three

Poetry · Writing

pessimistic accent

September 14, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

it's not that i'm not good or bad just not enough to be called glass half full

Poetry · Writing

hellish princess

September 11, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i don't remember remembering you a bad dream a lonely december you called; a deal line i only know from the terror sweats in the morning,

Poetry · Writing

mirror’s truth

September 9, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

they said you lied and i believed it

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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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