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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

untitled 12

September 22, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i’ve known for awhile

that it was you;

just in denial,

not gonna waste

any more time

telling myself any different

Poetry · Writing

something sweet

September 18, 2021September 18, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i want to

want;

a fantasy

with dessert

maybe a concha

i want that

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

ufos are real

September 13, 2021 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i’ve seen them

every time you come around

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

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

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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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