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Poetry · Writing

forgotten one – or – the last chance – mm maybe the secret kiss

October 17, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i've seen this film before the title is new the cast is slightly tweaked brought in a new female lead comedy relief rotates out setting vibrant and quiet never a sequel, waits for the paycheck and hits the road just the same genre same ending

Poetry · Writing

on hold-

October 11, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

called to make sure you were okay said all the things that were built up that none of this matters just as long as we had each other, the conversation felt great, just wish i had the courage to dial the numbers

Poetry · Writing

chanting your name;

October 10, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i can hear your heartbeat roars like an engine your joy revs up louder then fans on opening night louder then the game from the television, you look good, happy  

Poetry · Writing

four minute mile

October 9, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

sweet defeat the seals on my lips taken the identity we crafted in trusted hands i release, you. on record going the extra foot rolling in those exclusive feats to run empty on bare feet running a wild rampage a breath on weary feet it's okay, to let another finish this bloody lap

Poetry · Writing

car insurance;

October 8, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i never wanted this but here we are dealing and wheeling down the highway going seventy with a broken mirror tears in our eyes a brick for a brake glue on the wheel a dollar for safety

Poetry · Writing

missing in a city of two hundred and forty-nine people

October 7, 2019October 7, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

sobered up; didn't like what i saw blood stained lips black soles rans wild like a love child with a black soul

Poetry · Writing

tiny violin, tiny violet

October 6, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i never wanted to leave kicking screaming dreaming i'll wake up alone sleep alone waiting for something maybe a scene from a film something wholehearted with an upbeat song at the end and come home alone

Poetry · Writing

waving plague

October 3, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

everything in my palms turn black arm circles turn the planet cold icicle tips sharpened by the endless night

Poetry · Writing

roots

October 2, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

why do you like what you like was it rooted before you knew why do you believe everything in that book grasp firmly in your hands are those roots ready to be tugged on what is really in that food that you love so much are those questions you can ask answers you're ready for… Continue reading roots

Poetry · Writing

closed road from Tuesday-Tuesday

October 1, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

we ride for our own we don't take names we don't take statements we take answers pin them to the back of our bikes just for show;

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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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