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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

Poetry · Writing

monkey

September 11, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

did you hear that?

“nope”

enjoy the silence

brought to you by

positive energy-

Poetry · Writing

be you;

September 8, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

you said

you said you see yourself in me

no baby no

you’re better

you’re you

Poetry · Writing

first & last shot in the chamber

September 7, 2021September 7, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

no games

just tell me you’re ready;

i think this was the plan

since we met

but we didn’t listen-

so after you see this;

know my mind has been stuck

my soul wanders a string

of second & third hands

waiting for yours;

no games

just tell me

Poetry · Writing

high noon

September 4, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i choose not to shoot-

to wait;

but everything

everything

is telling me

to let rounds fly;

Poetry · Writing

yorknew

September 1, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

her eyes

they screamed

violence

violet in the sun

red in the new moon

this is our requiem;

Poetry · Writing

tie me down

August 30, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i knew it

the moment i saw you

i couldn’t look away

scornful eyes peered down

i didn’t care.

the way you bounced

in the summer night

i caved in your eyes

i’m glad they never returned

i wouldn’t have let you go

Poetry · Writing

forgotten

August 8, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i don’t remember

yesterday, the way i did

yesterday

Poetry · Writing

outer rim

July 23, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

it

was

a

spacial

experience

Poetry · Writing

death standing

July 22, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i remember

the day you became a ghost

an walked through me

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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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