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Poetry · Writing

monkey

September 11, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

did you hear that?

“nope”

enjoy the silence

brought to you by

positive energy-

Poetry · Writing

be you;

September 8, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

you said

you said you see yourself in me

no baby no

you’re better

you’re you

Poetry · Writing

mirror

September 6, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

she said when you look deep

she sees nothing

“beware the mirror”

it’s just the beginning

to busy fittin’

in- an missin’

what was really meant for you

spinnin’ in a stew

of yesterday.

look into the mirror

you’re biggest admirer

Poetry · Writing

untitled 10

August 24, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

she used to say

the number twelve

smelled like pine

outside~

one chirstmas morning

12pm

i knew what she meant

~

it’s twelve days till your birthday

i remember that night;

tragic vandal

we’ll light

a pine scented candle

in your memory

Poetry · Writing

untitled 08

August 4, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

it wasn’t the first time

or the second

or the sixth

or the last

it was the time

in my dreams

i could never forget

Poetry · Writing

i

July 30, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i think i loved you

now

i think

i wanted to remember

you

Poetry · Writing

untitled 07

July 28, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

tragedy strikes in three

in the head

the belly

heart~

Poetry · Writing

yellow sundress downtown

July 27, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i saw her

again

at a coffee shop

downtown –

we met

each others gaze

before she met

the inside

of her sunglasses

Poetry · Writing

hayley

July 11, 2021 SamT.Gutierrez1 Comment

misery isn’t a buisness

just a yard sale

Writing

homeless boy

July 10, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

with all these roaming thoughts

running wild in a field of pollen

towards a wishing well

singing simple as…

the well joined in at the chorus

and it’s simple ass that

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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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