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six, seven, eight

November 21, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

#Writing #Poetry

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re(turn) to an empty church

November 20, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

they worry; wonder where - wonder where - they've gone leader to the silent prayer like a roach with poison. they still love, you carefully manufactured poison with love, but you must know you're an imagineer carrier of this art, this message this this this- you carried everything, in place not a scratch a dent… Continue reading re(turn) to an empty church

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round trip

October 22, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

we all die once it's the second time we finally breathe

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silence of the lambs

October 15, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i don't remember what it was before now; chances are somethings were the same just nothing that mattered. i remember thinking back then, that i deserved what i got if you didn't work for it like really work for it than it wasn't for you; just not everyone gives equally keeping you in the bottom… Continue reading silence of the lambs

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fivefivefive

September 11, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

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

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return

September 10, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

just waiting by an ajar window, listening to the flute player two floors up, for a sign. now; it's been two weeks and the flute player is gone window is closed and i found my lost muse. friendship level one oh two keeping the battle going from an open window thinking about that flute player… Continue reading return

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rose trimmer

August 11, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

roots in a field of buds horns with blood weep for their sisters until next spring the next bounce the next bloom

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beyonce

August 8, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i believe in you chillin' on Watkin's street fading way into next week falling at the knees oh i'm weak will be here till next week after that no guarantees

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

valedictorian

July 17, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

they only love me when i produce putting a message together stringing days together with a meaning writing, words don't come when you call, trapped inside a podium waiting for a speech. here is it goes; i'm doing my best fuck off

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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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