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Poetry · Writing

everyday

October 17, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

everyday i dedicate to myself to be better than yestersay so far i am 0 for 30. but maybe today will be different.

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pirate king

September 30, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

it's been awhile i don't look the same sound the same i like a lot of different things like avocado, it use to make my mouth itch but it went away now i do whatever i want; touching the top of oak trees surfing clouds towards a sky realm sailing a brand new ocean for… Continue reading pirate king

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hot blooded

July 18, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

#Poetry

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gopher

June 29, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

sometimes just sometimes i come out of this deep hole that i burried to see the sun in all it’s glory go see a movie boba maybe a new hoodie and shortly return to the hole and consider doing that again next week. (maybe)

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untitled 20

June 8, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i don't think i've been myself for a long time; you didn't know it's not your fault goodbye.

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power

May 31, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i use to believe it was to avoid losing; to win no matter what- now to only play when losing isn't an option

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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 -

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navy blue

February 25, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

at our finger tips something crystal clear before man made smog

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melody

December 9, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

it's the care in your eyes; behind the mystery behind the walls behind what you want everyone to see- to see dark, there is a song- you sing with your eyes a song of sorrow and loss heavenly voice painting a hellish picture

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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

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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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