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Poetry · Writing

knitted sweater

February 23, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

your warmth, was taken for granted applied for a loan, yet you passed it.

Poetry · Writing

or crash

February 21, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

the falling isn't the worst part it's the moment right before you land; it's here in a blink while the other eye is idle

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already gone-

February 20, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

chances of a revival; last night you came into my dream last night you were a dream, to bring a few words chances of a revival: the second coming your rebirth is here. awaken looked out the window the peep hole nothing

Poetry · Writing

a night in Santorini

February 16, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

just stay an extra night will waive the fee the loose change free of charge round trip flight

Poetry · Writing

on your love)

February 15, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

docile disguises drifting in the clouds; some days i'll rest this pen, like eyeballs on a pillow, n' let the words come from writing on a wall subconscious love existing on an edge made of paper planes flying(

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wind resistance

February 14, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i didn't believe; the wind would come whisper in italics just to follow the whispering scent- to follow -- to follow --- to follow ------- to let the wind carry you without the worry

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v1 passion v2

February 12, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

dream chasing; not to be confused by having- the purity of the air is the difference between the chase, the stamp of this art, the corner carved on this medium to last, to make a tiny smile - last. the closer to the earth the field is littered with bodies looking for a scrap of… Continue reading v1 passion v2

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comfort nightmare

February 11, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

take a minute and relax was it that serious she spilled a drink on you; flares burst like the fourth of July she'll never forget this night, four seasons passed n as she woke from her bed at the four seasons from her comfort nightmare

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faulty timing

February 10, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

shape up or she'll be gone listen up, if you were a man you'd know what's going on at home "your" home- nothing but a coward nothing is what roams these halls calls to you in the night reads to you in the dark- it's frosty in this bed our bed the one we share… Continue reading faulty timing

Poetry · Writing

broken buildings, broken fingers

February 9, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

chances are the next life won't remember this one; fingertips leaving fingerprints on invisible walls on a construction site strangers pass over sewer pipes carrying messages messages free of bottles and free of dismissal free of happiness;

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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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