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Tag: Memories

Poetry · Writing

deadly joke

September 23, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

shame on me

laughing for hours

at your own misery

blood stained hands

drawing happy faces

on the earth,

Poetry · Writing

magic shop;

September 22, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

disappearing is an easy trick

they never tell you that

it’s the staying,

that there is no guide for

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

a night long ago;

September 19, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

bleak affair

warning lights

sparkling cider,

haze of cigar smoke

trouble

pillow case

scribbles of red ink one my forearm

a seven

a couple of J’s

and a smiley face

Poetry · Writing

failed in the 8th; secret treasure

September 17, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

sail away

like dexter morgan sail away

end up on an island

far enough away

no one knows your face

gone lost without a trace

far enough away

no one will know

your name

 

Poetry · Writing

carrying a backpack filled with old lettuce;

September 15, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

the old you missed out on the new me

truly all bad things come in three

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

Poetry · Writing

carried man

September 12, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

charred face

burn marks sweeping under a tilted mask

one word over and over

leave,

he never eats sleeps

just leaves

Poetry · Writing

hellish princess

September 11, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i don’t remember

remembering you

a bad dream a lonely december

you called;

a deal line

i only know

from the terror sweats

in the morning,

Poetry · Writing

mirror’s truth

September 9, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

they said you lied

and i believed it

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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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