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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

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things you should say to yourself

November 25, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i think you're pretty wonderful, outstanding the love of my life. i'll let you down from time to time, hang my head to the floor, but you'll always be there when the chips are down i know you got me. you're beautiful you're smile boils my blood i think i know you're the one i… Continue reading things you should say to yourself

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

away from home

November 22, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

we're not meant to bend this way will always revert back to upright

Poetry · Writing

six, seven, eight

November 21, 2020 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

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Poetry · Writing

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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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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