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Poetry · Writing

waving plague

October 3, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

everything in my palms

turn black

arm circles

turn the planet cold

icicle tips

sharpened by the endless night

Poetry · Writing

finished; page two

September 30, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

second place isn’t losing

just a daily reminder

that you have further to go;

i see it in the mirror every morning

a glow staring back

the brown in my eyes catch fire

run it back

the night we walked away

i want it back

the defeat crawling on my skin

i’ll carry it on my back

until next time;

Poetry · Writing

searing country-

September 28, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

bad things coming

truth upcoming-

i heard your burden

the lives you carry harden

the walls you support burning

the love you carry turning,

run;

Poetry · Writing

3am trips to 7-eleven

September 27, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i see in 4k

but only walk backwards

rear view mirrors for hands;

i don’t know

who i am anymore-

magnifying the past

like bugs just trying to get passed

it’s all for something

right

Poetry · Writing

island hopping;

September 25, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

hiding

is under special talent

in a tree for a week

waiting for the sun

Poetry · Writing

chanting more, more, more

September 24, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

you laughed

only to cry yourself to sleep

the crowd roared

you gave them everything

then weeped

can’t cry wolf

and expect there to be someone

me

when the roars give out

Poetry · Writing

magic shop;

September 22, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

disappearing is an easy trick

they never tell you that

it’s the staying,

that there is no guide for

Poetry · Writing

passive forks

September 21, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i don’t know where this is going

it’s not you it’s me

i think we are just heading into differnet directions

blah blah blah

echo’s down empty corridors

empty words

sprayed on empty walls,

begged for the truth

met with the distance

and a beer

Poetry · Writing

failed in the 8th; secret treasure

September 17, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

sail away

like dexter morgan sail away

end up on an island

far enough away

no one knows your face

gone lost without a trace

far enough away

no one will know

your name

 

Poetry · Writing

carried man

September 12, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

charred face

burn marks sweeping under a tilted mask

one word over and over

leave,

he never eats sleeps

just leaves

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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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