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13 blue birds

November 22, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i paid to be accepted only to be denied fair treatment. singing among the treetops cursed to walk the ground your song only calls the hell hounds.

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late night dip

November 19, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i worry i’ll sink beneath my thoughts.

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counterfeit queen

November 4, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

breakin’ Breaking in takin’ what’s outs please stay on all fours youre crazy. why would i stay here this was a dream here once upon a time now youre a rhyje on the dotted line dont bother reading in between you were fine A counterfeit queen.

Poetry · Writing

monster under the bed

October 18, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i have dreams of us they never end well like a horror movie i die first

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last memory

October 26, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

when i revisit, the door is stingy always fights back knob two tons make shift handgun rips through our memory mansion never easy couldn't face you that day i remember the day the hour the minute i remember what you were wearing i just want one more time. to remember everything before that fire. please;… Continue reading last memory

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trauma stop

August 26, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

she was a needle beetle crawling on all fours ice in her veins of what remains. red puff explodes from her eyes circled her like a vulture claim to be of culture nothing but guilty spies.

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August 24, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

she used to say the number twelve smelled like pine outside~ one chirstmas morning 12pm i knew what she meant ~ it's twelve days till your birthday i remember that night; tragic vandal we'll light a pine scented candle in your memory

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July 28, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

tragedy strikes in three in the head the belly heart~

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July 15, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i would never hurt you like they did, the lie i tell myself every morning. it's easier to pull the knife out from the front, that's why were so close to feel the breathe escape onto your warm lips. i didn't mean for this to be the end, but it's our time maybe will find… Continue reading untitled 05

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reflection

June 16, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

on the water i'm the tallest eight feet above land twelve feet under

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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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