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Poetry · Writing

moment’s notice

April 22, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

so you always cared

or did you just want your ass ate.

Poetry · Writing

myth

April 16, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

pray for me

they keep talkin’ on me

keep that mouth away from me.

just a worldy wonder

a monolith

you leavin’ with filth

leavin’ here real high, a –

Poetry · Writing

peter pan

April 14, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

they said it’s normal to feel behind;

i’m just not used to

chasing myself

Poetry · Writing

two the nine

April 7, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

chances are

i take a chance

on myself

for the first time;

i can remember the bad bets

they were never on the house

someone else’s

& they went bust

not this time

ill gamble on this pair

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

lemons

April 3, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i never worried

just stayed up all night thinking

long Summer evening

Poetry · Writing

nascar

March 23, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i wonder;

three hundred

thoughts plundered

& wondered;

one too many laps

a two time relapse

one of your wonder

-ful traps.

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

2nd date-

March 6, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i remember

very little;

i loved the way

you carried my memories –

but after a while

i guess

you got tired.

Poetry · Writing

navy blue

February 25, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

at our finger tips

something crystal clear

before man made smog

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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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