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Poetry · Writing

clear vision – answering machine

March 5, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i never ran away with doubt danced with greed or slept with fear, it was always clear vision- no second thoughts of where i needed to be who i needed to be i have seen them laying and waiting for me to slip up; but i have left them behind feet no longer on the… Continue reading clear vision – answering machine

Poetry · Writing

capture still

March 4, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i worry i will run out of things to write about run out of emotions or events a friend asked me about it i never thought about it just cocky shit just here all about it truth is- i see the art everywhere i go a color in a store a shirt passing by a… Continue reading capture still

Poetry · Writing

only class

March 3, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i know you, i have read all about you from the books you have lent me from the tv show episodes i binge watch every night before bed front of the line for the movie adaptation that we hope will be good and if it is not- i will still love it show up early to… Continue reading only class

Poetry · Writing

kiddle

March 2, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

seen it before this is the part of the story were i start a fire; same book, different page- so lets burn the book set fire to nights reflecting on those pages, stay up all night and write new ones laugh a little more love a lot harder let you know that i will never run… Continue reading kiddle

Poetry · Writing

the charm of a scale

March 1, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i never have to tell you but i always want to remind you the way you speak reminds me of a river creek subtle and calm holding me tight in the center of your palm the charm of a scale- always in balance no force no malice; the way you love- secret to your sauce… Continue reading the charm of a scale

Poetry · Writing

saint III

February 25, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i looked you in the eyes and i took your words as gospel preacher of the light the filler of void an anchor in the middle of the ocean and on this cruise, you were the voice of reason that outfit you can wear during any season- i pray to you; before thy i kneel… Continue reading saint III

Poetry · Writing

two timer-

February 24, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

talked more and walked less came around and threw fits never one for balance and you haven't stopped falling no pausing no more stalling lets talk a lot less and leave the comfort of the walls of our mind venture out into the world- you'll never know what you will find; it'll be scary i… Continue reading two timer-

Poetry · Writing

like a movie;

February 22, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

you bring out the best in me: when you are around, i wear my shiniest shoes my best shirt always tucked in and a clean jacket- i walk in a straight line when we go out to dinner i pull out your chair i always pay the fare loving you is all too rare you support… Continue reading like a movie;

Poetry · Writing

truth of the day

February 21, 2019February 21, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

chances are i have seen the worlds true colors bright amber in the morning dusk ivy in the evening- greed only calls in the night at the door past 2am- uses her key, the one i gave all those years ago the smell of her perfume send me clawing at the wall she'll leave the… Continue reading truth of the day

Poetry · Writing

lake of mine;

February 19, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i need you- i don't understand why that is so hard to admit, i am someone who won't ask for help even when everything is flooded and i've lost an oar and when no one else is coming or can even see the water you; but with you, you i need around, the feel of… Continue reading lake of mine;

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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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