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Poetry · Writing

sleep paralysis

October 4, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

demons snicker in the light

& curse in the dark;

they’ve never cared

for those they share beds with

always so loud

not one to let

their partner rest

Poetry · Writing

wraith

October 2, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

you had a chance

to portal back

be a liberator

now

you’re a vengance seeker

with a missing eye

Poetry · Writing

lost & found

September 27, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

it’s been years

but it felt like yesterday

when you met my eyes

Poetry · Writing

floating stallion

September 17, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i see you

with both eyes:

i never noticed

something never unnoticed

the wild nature

a homerun swinging cager

it was nothing major

just an all in wager

your spirit

will be with me inspirit.

i’ll never forgive this world

if they take these eyes

eyes;

that have seen an angel~

Poetry · Writing

untitled 11

September 15, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

a moment,

sweet & short

capped off with a drink~

a moment

we made love with

a moment

untouched by the outside world

that lives

like a stallion in open fields

Poetry · Writing

2nd breakfast

September 14, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i just ate;

fulfilled to the max

counting our stacks

war with our axes

rewriting all our exes;

i just ate,

now i’m full

Poetry · Writing

first & last shot in the chamber

September 7, 2021September 7, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

no games

just tell me you’re ready;

i think this was the plan

since we met

but we didn’t listen-

so after you see this;

know my mind has been stuck

my soul wanders a string

of second & third hands

waiting for yours;

no games

just tell me

Poetry · Writing

air sign energy

September 3, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

it was a

`

spacial

`

experience

Poetry · Writing

hanged man

September 2, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

it’s time to recover

you can remain pressed

that never pressed me

they all see you runnin’

like time is runnin’ low

time for some class

bell rang, late for class-

it’s over.

Poetry · Writing

yorknew

September 1, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

her eyes

they screamed

violence

violet in the sun

red in the new moon

this is our requiem;

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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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