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Poetry · Writing

raising petals; completionest

August 12, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i need you like the flower needs the sun when it's all said and done as i wilt away in trenches of rain my last thoughts will be of you days spent in shine my final quest;

Poetry · Writing

crossing the milky way; tickets sold out

August 10, 2019August 10, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

paid twice the fee parked in the front lights beaming in the night front row: stars feral and hungry frothing at tasty planets like a buffet lined up, ladle like soup never enough always back for more take a tour have a map- tour of war a petting zoo of history

Poetry · Writing

sometimes;

July 9, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i have dreams sometimes there simple like tacos at that place down the street on everything, they bomb. don't let it be a tuesday ill transform into the road runner and meet meet you there. most of the times i think about changing the world; sometimes small, like opening chick fil la on Sunday, i'm… Continue reading sometimes;

Poetry · Writing

seventh club

June 2, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

the experience breaks fear- found the experience at the tip of a card now knives break against my skin folding full houses and straights down the drain but my knees still shake in the rain quivering at the memories traded for guilt measured in nightmares, at the tip of the card was a jack, and… Continue reading seventh club

Poetry · Writing

reruns on the plane;

April 27, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i fell for you actually still falling no bottom in sight i am falling for you a marathon that gets better and better a show that is renewed every year it gets better and better no filler i record every episode i like to watch them on my free time or when i'm not free… Continue reading reruns on the plane;

Poetry · Writing

art of sharing

March 24, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i am always on the next, the next piece the next goal the next quest it's not that the roses aren't beautiful but i don't want to waste that second; not chasing this dream, a dream of sharing this art, a dream of waking up next to you every morning, sharing eggs and toast and… Continue reading art of sharing

Poetry · Writing

when asked when to love;

January 17, 2019 SamT.Gutierrez1 Comment

never put much stock in the market wanted to be the standout price or waited for one to find me silly or asleep being to bee but always the worker never the queen crying fiend two types and always the catcher catching when you fall standing tall call when you say you miss me always… Continue reading when asked when to love;

Poetry · Writing

Angel of Two Fruits – Stainless Steel

December 31, 2018December 31, 2018 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

I carry you with me everyday. Find you in between the lines of each poem in the songs I write and a god will smite if I ever do wrong. before me walks an angel an angel of two fruits and one bite, I was hers- the sour outer to ward away the weak until… Continue reading Angel of Two Fruits – Stainless Steel

Fiction

Food Fight Ep.5

October 16, 2016 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

Jenna Walls shaking, barricades crumbling, the fort has fallen apart. Exiles have hit the camp outside the Walgreens. How did they know we were here? The cocky Exile's stormed through the fort, no mercy, leaving no survivors.  They didn't see Jenna. Jenna laid beneath debris, leftovers of a nest crushing Jenna's shin. Pain bites down and tears… Continue reading Food Fight Ep.5

Trainer Orange
#Fiction

Trainer Orange

October 11, 2016October 15, 2016 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

The sky is clear blue, a dozen Spearow flew above. Tall pine, home to a  wild Caterpie, thick wide trunks with a center hole. A child swing attached to a wide out reached branch from the pine. Franklin Walsh sat on the porch looking at the swing. He loved swinging, just new interest overcame. Now Franklin… Continue reading Trainer Orange

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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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