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Poetry · Writing

thursday night

October 14, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

break bread break her back break into your brothers room to steal the netflix password

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untitled 23

October 13, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

breathe taking a theif in the wind

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mary j

October 12, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i doubted myself, tomorrow maybe god but god damn i'm just fine

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november 22nd, 2020

October 6, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

choose yourself- no one will remember the second option. you knew- broken steel door willfully extra ajar like aladdin a stolen wish from jafar/ a day of loss- narrative highlighted loss, spoken word gave birth to freedom, now, it's an independence day-

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cold shoulder

October 4, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i hate the feeling of feeling no feelings

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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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untitled 22

September 3, 2022September 3, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

what would taylor think fallen over a couch after a pint and a half brush your face it’s to early to fall

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chess

September 2, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

they sometimes ask what’s your next big move. i’ll tell ‘em a lie something extravagant, somewhere beautiful, away from the board.

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right after brushing my teeth

July 26, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

getting knocked down has become part of my mourning routine

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hot blooded

July 18, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

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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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