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Poetry · Writing

3am high conversations with the guys

January 8, 2023 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

as a man as a person as a living creature on this planet, i believe orange is an overhyped fruit. no no wait listen seriously no come on seriously the strawberry?? who gives a f-

Poetry · Writing

traffic

February 7, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

you let them all go into a vast opening into a world yet explored blue as the river once was garbage seeped into my lap through a tunnel built by you grease still dripping from your neck without a flag a path traffic here is awful

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bacchus

July 19, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i believe it's meant to be when the rain swept away the nine on the night of wine left all on the right wing so i sink swept away on the nine i remember the wine in boxes- floating sent away with a sticker in rain meant to be swept in the rain sinking on… Continue reading bacchus

Poetry · Writing

honesty

June 16, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

you see it in the eyes: the home page of the face arrows being released over the wall wallowing around: the wall never helped anyone, and now you took an arrow to the knee

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stone mountain

April 30, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

best believe- best believe your tokens are no good here we share currency from stone pockets stone mountain- picks and hammers looking for gold not for currency- your tokens are no good here to shine on your finger, it'll break the mountain top send rocks and fools gold tumbling down cracking the earth below best… Continue reading stone mountain

Poetry · Writing

eight minutes of ads

April 1, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i passed- a whole in the door like cartoons in the morning it's over by eight; and someone else has walked through the door was only open for twenty-two minutes into a space where doors are always open

Poetry · Writing

winter is here.

February 10, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

lost in a graveyard found six feet under it was never meant to end this way or maybe it was maybe i choose to ignore the signs on the road the endless yelling of choosing poorly but right now was meant for the hollow a cross of a god that was never my god a… Continue reading winter is here.

Poetry · Writing

Sixteen Fears

December 29, 2018December 29, 2018 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

I asked my buddy once what he does to calm himself down. He is an angry guy and he doesn't get into fist fights that I know of so he must have a trick. He told me he counts s l o w l y lowers his heart beat before he Hulks out. After publicly… Continue reading Sixteen Fears

Poetry · Writing

Patches

December 13, 2016December 13, 2016 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

Quick fix - quick tear - quick end. Covering holes you don't want others to see. They see right threw you, we see right threw you. We know you stole the hot pocket.

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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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