Author Archives: chester maynes

Hurt.That’s what you feel. Abandoned.It’s too much to handle. Crying is an outlet.Music is an antidote. I left you by yourself.Our sea of summer gone cold. Breaking with you is not easy.I grieve in this painful ground. 2020

We’rein the samephase, the sameenergy, the same weakness. We’rebounded withfences of broken glasses,barbed wires, savage trees. We’renot the samecharacters of the past.We’ve chained, defeated. Inthis confinement isour solitary world ofpersecution and injustice. 2020

i don’t have time to write everything.my hours are not enough. there’s no room for me to think.the space is occupied with bricks and junks. there are enigmas and labyrinths.my words are sealed with bolts and nuts. these lines are … Continue reading →

you are vile,a despicable fiend.the tender savages in your mouth are poison. there is a miseryin each defeat of our feud.someone is subjugated. there is a luxuryon a cloud nine.the fiasco faces a ghastly vexation. we agree to hate each … Continue reading →

i shed tears for uwhen u struggle on your own,putting back all the colors of lifeto paint your old world,defeating the grey areasof black and white. fight. don’t trap yourself inthe prison and hopelessness. i’d love to see u again, … Continue reading →

no other sound but your whistleis suffocating, penetrating,liberating. you capture me undividedly,giving me a chorus of finer flowlike crystal drops of dew, slowly descending from a peakof a boundless zenith. 2020

we fight badly at the dining table.we lie awkwardly on the sands.our fingers are dirty and long.we used to sing corny karaoke songs. we swim in the lake with our cotton shirts.we buy cheap slippers and rubber bands.our twitter accounts … Continue reading →

I’ve got to sit down with you On a side of a pavement, cemented Bench facing the lanterened street. Covered our mouths with The velvet chocolate cake from Your anniversary, dinner date. I learned how to beautify Myself in different … Continue reading →

Nervous, I scamper at your door that exists only when all sleep quietly, in peace. I wake up seeing the shapes and forms that turn into one big, tangible conclusion.   2019

highlights of blue, entering my iris. a random clanging of bells, soft, myriad and rubber smells float ambiguously on my river skies. a truck and orange bridges, those tiny queens and kings on our cards are the only remembrance we … Continue reading →