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Poetry · Writing

brunch

July 12, 2019July 12, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

a cheese danish: all the walls with the same wallpaper found probably a walmart just like the paint built in the 70's, an older building on a newer street a record among headphones word processor among laptops a cheese danish among iced coffee; an older soul; at this foam party more cardigans then sentences yeah,… Continue reading brunch

Poetry · Writing

two person show;

July 11, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i love talking to you; somedays it is a ball of laughter snowballing down an avalanche sized memory. the next will be at each others throat the next time we see each other be at each others throat. the next will be asleep in each others arms loving and dining taking turns learning and performing… Continue reading two person show;

Poetry · Writing

good ol’ days

July 10, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i changed the channel with my mind i remember when instagram was only food these seemed liked the hay days not challenged working through a maze but here we are; i went with that 70s show, when i changed the channel with my mind, they portray a similar time everyday was the good ol days… Continue reading good ol’ days

Poetry · Writing

sometimes;

July 9, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i have dreams sometimes there simple like tacos at that place down the street on everything, they bomb. don't let it be a tuesday ill transform into the road runner and meet meet you there. most of the times i think about changing the world; sometimes small, like opening chick fil la on Sunday, i'm… Continue reading sometimes;

Poetry · Writing

rocks and stars

July 8, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i wonder why you wait; on hands and knees for the rocks to shift into stars once the star has fallen, it'll never glow rise, it might shine for a day roll around in the mud but return. oh baby you're the star everyone wants but no one can be glowing steadily wishing for a… Continue reading rocks and stars

Poetry · Writing

honey flavor

July 7, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

it is a need without second guessing or thinking hands lay in yours head in your lap everything on the table no where to hide all on the line- vulnerable; in the eye of a lion, weak and exposed, in the eye of you i found something new- safety in fear fear that this is… Continue reading honey flavor

Poetry · Writing

rating and reason

July 6, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

to hate; i hate that i see it through these lens with a rating and reason never a smile and love. bashing ripping tearing screaming what do you mean down a shallow hall sending it back like a fastball. instead of putting up your feet having a beer watching the game laughing, prison built of… Continue reading rating and reason

Poetry · Writing

questionable ruler

July 5, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

wish and washo asking for a prayer gifted and quit it. begging for the night got the winter the morning the winter. wore the crown left your book crown weighed a ton ending the feud ending the cycle tour of france.

Poetry · Writing

bubbles in this bitch;

July 4, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

rising tides higer bars loving times they could never beat you; they rubbed sand in your eyes and you blinked in there face bitch- they can't keep you down your standards let them know that they are all clowns probably should have inserted another noun but it is what it is the money makin' ms… Continue reading bubbles in this bitch;

Poetry · Writing

jungle book:’

July 2, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

it's raining; a week of it or so nothing stronger then the fire you left and now everything is gunfire, rounds in my captivity less and less full activity; the rain came and it was already a jungle beast running wild prowling on uneaten remains- i needed your sun and the beast came howling at… Continue reading jungle book:’

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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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