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Poetry · Writing

trespassing

March 25, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

broke a promise haven't told them yet rounding the pillars if a cracked skull how to rip a newspaper over shattered glass

Poetry · Writing

Ladders

August 4, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

the night to the day to the, light all we can do is shoot up, right baby baby baby give it that time pennies don't turn changes to dimes over night put the ladder all the way up 'til we touchin' the sky a world of dreams will never be this high somehow we gotta… Continue reading Ladders

Poetry · Writing

the one piggy that got away

July 29, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

raised with bricks stacked high with a peep hole just can barely see out cold stays in life stays out- this was fine no really i prefered it this way all the big bads would come brothers and sisters dissapear but i was good; pretended not to hear their screams pretended not to care pretended… Continue reading the one piggy that got away

Poetry · Writing

participation trophy; one for the grave

July 27, 2019 SamT.Gutierrez1 Comment

you matched and won i'll never forget that you showed deflated; fates and twisted humanity they go together like target and panera every corner; but ill tell our kids- you showed when everyone pointed and questioned you fucking tried; more then they can say

Poetry · Writing

jungle book:’

July 2, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

it's raining; a week of it or so nothing stronger then the fire you left and now everything is gunfire, rounds in my captivity less and less full activity; the rain came and it was already a jungle beast running wild prowling on uneaten remains- i needed your sun and the beast came howling at… Continue reading jungle book:’

Poetry · Writing

little dipper (supply)

May 13, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

#amwriting #poetry

Poetry · Writing

clear vision – answering machine

March 5, 2019 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i never ran away with doubt danced with greed or slept with fear, it was always clear vision- no second thoughts of where i needed to be who i needed to be i have seen them laying and waiting for me to slip up; but i have left them behind feet no longer on the… Continue reading clear vision – answering machine

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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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