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Poetry · Writing

two the nine

April 7, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

chances are

i take a chance

on myself

for the first time;

i can remember the bad bets

they were never on the house

someone else’s

& they went bust

not this time

ill gamble on this pair

Poetry · Writing

untitled 18

April 5, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i see the demons

lurking

behind every devious

thought;

cursing me

reminding me

you can never out run

yourself

Poetry · Writing

lemons

April 3, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i never worried

just stayed up all night thinking

long Summer evening

Poetry · Writing

long distance relationship

March 8, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

you told me not to worry

about what tomorrow would be like

how we would eat

or how we would pay our bills.

even after you passed;

i always knew

you’d still be looking

over my shoulder

telling me

it would be okay.

Poetry · Writing

2nd date-

March 6, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i remember

very little;

i loved the way

you carried my memories –

but after a while

i guess

you got tired.

Poetry · Writing

Any Shape You Take

January 8, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

now that the baby is gone;

i saw your true colors,

& it’s not what i wanted

Poetry · Writing

Promises

January 7, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

your hand reached for mine;

fingers danced like petals on a breezy day

up my arm down my forearm it’s all part of your charm.

Poetry · Writing

untitled 17

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

it’s not that i don’t trust you

i don’t trust myself

to see you

for what you do

not for what you say;

every lie is a dime out of my pocket

& out of ten-

i came up short

to pay

for the next.

Poetry · Writing

strawberries

January 2, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

it’s the sour first bite

that leaves your bottom lip split

between another

or something new-

to tiffany blue’s

sweet red wine’s hands

deep sinking beneath

another;

Poetry · Writing

red plastic cups

December 15, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

you lead me on

like a laser to a cat

i follow

into light screaming choir

or a darkened pit of nothing;

i’ll be you’re play thing

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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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