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Poetry · Writing

moment’s notice

April 22, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

so you always cared or did you just want your ass ate.

Poetry · Writing

stumbling down memory lane

June 14, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i'll never forgive you memory- for the damage you've done to everyone i love- the moon sings to me i'll playfully ignore her you said you were a one of a kind than why do i have five in my hand

Poetry · Writing

fading

April 1, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

loose colors twisting the ends slapping the packet against tired wrist i can feel the end grasping against air pressed against my throat inching forward bloody nails held vacant wasp fingernails to the hive only one queen

Poetry · Writing

suneater

March 11, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

they say he reached out and grabbed it took a bite and put it back

Poetry · Writing

memory is a bloody river

February 24, 2020 SamT.Gutierrez2 Comments

chances are you'll forget; the long nights the honest hours the weakness; and remember our last fight.

Poetry · Writing

mulligan

January 25, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

jacket weather never leave the house jacket weather lover. that's the type friday the first we woke on a boat that's the type of lover.

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personalized jack o’ lantern

January 19, 2020March 20, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

your sweet song beckons me closer; listen to me, don't waste a hand on that clock put your hands up than down like a prayer and rip the skin off my flesh, carve me like the thirty first dress me up as your favorite dream sing that song that keeps my ears star born, don't… Continue reading personalized jack o’ lantern

Poetry · Writing

between 3rd and 24th

December 13, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

can never blame or feel anger just another step, just would rather walk the other direction

Poetry · Writing

i am hotpocket

November 10, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i don't stand a chance against the sun but someone has to he stands tall without a rival burning the less worthy like a hot pocket going around in a circle unopposed talkin' reckless can never get near 'em that's not the world i want to remember if i exist will my face be in… Continue reading i am hotpocket

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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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