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Poetry · Writing

untitled 18

April 5, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i see the demons

lurking

behind every devious

thought;

cursing me

reminding me

you can never out run

yourself

Poetry · Writing

long distance relationship

March 8, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

you told me not to worry

about what tomorrow would be like

how we would eat

or how we would pay our bills.

even after you passed;

i always knew

you’d still be looking

over my shoulder

telling me

it would be okay.

Poetry · Writing

prospect

February 25, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

it was the light

from over the hills

no clouds; on the horizon

Poetry · Writing

eye in the sky

November 15, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i knew you were trouble

but i liked it;

red flags blew in the wind

like a dog’s tongue on a road trip

no no i saw them

but i bite my bottom lip

looked at the casino red ceiling

and rolled

Poetry · Writing

flower garden

November 12, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i remember the day

you sprouted out of my garden

a little daisy

quiet and free

petals like fire

reaching into the sky

a merry bud

Poetry · Writing

wonder bread

November 7, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i never,

i always wanted

to want

a better

croissant

Poetry · Writing

new world

October 1, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i know you are going through it

it’s okay

it’s just some waffles

Poetry · Writing

lost & found

September 27, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

it’s been years

but it felt like yesterday

when you met my eyes

Poetry · Writing

untitled 12

September 22, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i’ve known for awhile

that it was you;

just in denial,

not gonna waste

any more time

telling myself any different

Poetry · Writing

2nd breakfast

September 14, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i just ate;

fulfilled to the max

counting our stacks

war with our axes

rewriting all our exes;

i just ate,

now i’m full

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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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