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Poetry · Writing

off a cascade

January 15, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

field of vision narrows constant barrage of injustice cannons sharpened swords surround sweet serenity red snakes tighten their grip on a future for pirates below deck drown

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ball boy

November 30, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

they always wanna see you fall be a king and watch you crawl they never wanna see you tall; until you make it big say they knew you when you were small

Poetry · Writing

ring of roses

November 29, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

keeping everything in a circle so when all feels dizzy you have a safe place to lay

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religion

November 28, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i believe in you; it's stronger than the faith i have in myself

Poetry · Writing

moon hunter – jailed attachment

November 27, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

treasure fiend; never missed home until it was gated up - chain link hugs brought memories forward; days when hugs were treasure

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away from home

November 22, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

we're not meant to bend this way will always revert back to upright

Poetry · Writing

six, seven, eight

November 21, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

#Writing #Poetry

Poetry · Writing

re(turn) to an empty church

November 20, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

they worry; wonder where - wonder where - they've gone leader to the silent prayer like a roach with poison. they still love, you carefully manufactured poison with love, but you must know you're an imagineer carrier of this art, this message this this this- you carried everything, in place not a scratch a dent… Continue reading re(turn) to an empty church

Poetry · Writing

round trip

October 22, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

we all die once it's the second time we finally breathe

Poetry · Writing

silence of the lambs

October 15, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i don't remember what it was before now; chances are somethings were the same just nothing that mattered. i remember thinking back then, that i deserved what i got if you didn't work for it like really work for it than it wasn't for you; just not everyone gives equally keeping you in the bottom… Continue reading silence of the lambs

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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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