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Poetry · Writing

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

Poetry · Writing

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

Poetry · Writing

crashing attention

November 26, 2020 SamT.Gutierrez1 Comment

along the river bed the storm flickers like a switch drowning in my head

Poetry · Writing

a worker’s visor

November 24, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

just be you all day; the hardest request- the you you see was crafted for you tailor made the hand me downs just don't work like they use to.

Poetry · Writing

fivefivefive

September 11, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

change on the way heart sized fitting room closed until further notice.

Poetry · Writing

traveling climate

July 29, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i think about that cloud from time to time wondering if it made it home safely

Poetry · Writing

already gone-

February 20, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

chances of a revival; last night you came into my dream last night you were a dream, to bring a few words chances of a revival: the second coming your rebirth is here. awaken looked out the window the peep hole nothing

Poetry · Writing

closed casket:

December 10, 2019 SamT.Gutierrez1 Comment

i crave the peace trapped in a box of screaming wildebeest stomping around singing it's a small world after all, this is what they'll see on my final days death by Lion King, they'll laugh at that joke on their final meetup doing what it was intended, never want them to see the madness just… Continue reading closed casket:

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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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