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Poetry · Writing

six, seven, eight

November 21, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

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Poetry · Writing

re(turn) to an empty church

November 20, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

they worry; wonder where - wonder where - they've gone leader to the silent prayer like a roach with poison. they still love, you carefully manufactured poison with love, but you must know you're an imagineer carrier of this art, this message this this this- you carried everything, in place not a scratch a dent… Continue reading re(turn) to an empty church

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silence of the lambs

October 15, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i don't remember what it was before now; chances are somethings were the same just nothing that mattered. i remember thinking back then, that i deserved what i got if you didn't work for it like really work for it than it wasn't for you; just not everyone gives equally keeping you in the bottom… Continue reading silence of the lambs

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rose trimmer

August 11, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

roots in a field of buds horns with blood weep for their sisters until next spring the next bounce the next bloom

Poetry · Writing

broken system

July 9, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i kept typing 'i' that's how we got here in the first place ignoring our neighbors, seeing- but not listening now they see the burning yet it's always been on fire not just for i but for all

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horrified

July 4, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

trouble shooting worldwide they never handed out tour guides but they should come and save it if you could up to no-good losing memories like my childhood now we livin' bedside sippin' tea, horrified.

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reckless & prideful

July 3, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i know what took you it's the same poison hurricane demon that lives in me departed and took you i wish i could have been there to duo that beast. find me again, in the next so we can dance another night, i know, that wasn't your last

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(u)ntitled

June 24, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

it is here we saw it: cross over the moon bleeding dune two shots and your out too, just another color spectrum close your eyes and they'll still select us; they said they're mature after we endured and we were reassured it was their bag secured-

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entitlement blvd

May 29, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

the world is burning the world is burning they still couldn't snuff it the second time or the fifth they never learn that we want to walk the same street as everyone else

Poetry · Writing

tulip farm

April 9, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i don't believe like i used to; if you can strike down the gardeners who will tend to the garden when the sun beats down when crawlers feast on roots; when you strike down the gardeners who will watch over your tulip field

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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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