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Poetry · Writing

chanting your name;

October 10, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i can hear your heartbeat

roars like an engine

your joy revs up

louder then fans on opening night

louder then the game from the television,

you look good, happy

 

Poetry · Writing

car insurance;

October 8, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i never wanted this

but here we are

dealing and wheeling

down the highway

going seventy

with a broken mirror

tears in our eyes

a brick for a brake

glue on the wheel

a dollar for safety

Poetry · Writing

missing in a city of two hundred and forty-nine people

October 7, 2019October 7, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

sobered up;

didn’t like what i saw

blood stained lips

black soles

rans wild

like a love child

with a black soul

Poetry · Writing

tiny violin, tiny violet

October 6, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i never wanted to leave

kicking screaming dreaming

i’ll wake up

alone

sleep alone

waiting for

something

maybe a scene from a film

something wholehearted

with an upbeat song at the end

and come home

alone

Poetry · Writing

324 on the dot;

October 5, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i remember

what time it was

when everything changed

i remember,

i remember it i remember

it

like it was yesterday

i wonder what

would be different

i feel poorly

for the soul

that does

he missed out

on something great

something unique

something

you’ll always remember

Poetry · Writing

declaration of longevity

September 29, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i called you

you answered

lets spend time

yeah maybe now,

i think i made it

ya’ll, i think i made it now

down south it’s so sweet

why yes ma i can eat

just lay back it’s my treat, girl

lets spend time

i don’t need to rhyme

to let you know

that i’m worth your time

Poetry · Writing

razzles & finger guns

September 26, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i crave

your hand in mine;

the touch of your fingers

a long my throat

icy breath

raises the hairs on my arm

like soldiers going into battle

your mouth moves

my ears stopped working

last thing i remember;

finger guns

& 13 going on 30

Poetry · Writing

lonely timer

September 20, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

my number

is called upon often

defusing bombs

will they

be there

to do the same,

or will i be alone

watching an hourglass sink

down down to zero

and my last memory

will be of a bomb

that didn’t belong to me

Poetry · Writing

burning mansion;

September 18, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

trial of fire;

belly of butter

churn a wheel

open the door

crank the wire

guild of fire,

we built these chains

latched them on

cried for freedom

watched the light from a keyhole

Poetry · Writing

205 bones

September 13, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

missing something unexplainable

i keep hearing it’s unattainable

this life isn’t sustainable

a lost bone that’s not obtainable

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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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