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Author: SamT.Gutierrez

My name is Sam and I love art. I sometimes do podcast, I sometimes stream videogames.
Poetry · Writing

nascar

March 23, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i wonder; three hundred thoughts plundered & wondered; one too many laps a two time relapse one of your wonder -ful traps.

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long distance relationship

March 8, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

you told me not to worry about what tomorrow would be like how we would eat or how we would pay our bills. even after you passed; i always knew you’d still be looking over my shoulder telling me it would be okay.

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2nd date-

March 6, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i remember very little; i loved the way you carried my memories - but after a while i guess you got tired.

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navy blue

February 25, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

at our finger tips something crystal clear before man made smog

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prospect

February 25, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

it was the light from over the hills no clouds; on the horizon

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lost & found

February 15, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i found comfort in the dark yet it’s your heart that scares me i lost warmth in the light but it’s your words that terrify me our memory; is tainted by beating lies

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founding inessentials

February 4, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

i remember when everything was put together, like the lego x-wing before it crashed; & fell to pieces.

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Any Shape You Take

January 8, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

now that the baby is gone; i saw your true colors, & it's not what i wanted

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Promises

January 7, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

your hand reached for mine; fingers danced like petals on a breezy day up my arm down my forearm it's all part of your charm.

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untitled 17

January 3, 2022January 3, 2022 SamT.GutierrezLeave a comment

it's not that i don't trust you i don't trust myself to see you for what you do not for what you say; every lie is a dime out of my pocket & out of ten- i came up short to pay for the next.

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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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