Author Archives: chester maynes

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.

Naughty Not Nice

I sit on plastic chairs, I abhor plastic dreams.When the ugly sabotage the beauty queens,The pandemic rises to its feet. We’re guilty of our pleasures.We’re not sure when to end.We’re not forgiving our enemies. Exaggerated ideas,Undesirable tantrums.All cliché are burning … Continue reading

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Sparkle

Our shadows meet under the summer lanternsof the humid night. Our eyes stare at each other with quiet wordsaffirming friendly motives. Our inner thoughts are pure, waiting for us toutter on our lips such perfect rainbows. Our knowledge of love … Continue reading

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Deprived & Unpleasant

Better flowers or vanity,better gossips or tragedy.The wolves devouredour birthday cakes. We havenot blown our candles, never havemade our secret wishes. 2021

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Never Did

I never expected. I never did.The long days, the long wait.Hours of impatience, a sufferinginternally, a bomb inside the head.The torment is agony, intolerable.But I am saved by your sword.I never expected. I never did. 2021

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Inside The Closet

Mind is a river of words,the currents are stronger thancombined muscles of men. Love is dressed in a trench coat,ready to run under the rain,leaving the train without passengers. I am throwing lies on the ground.I am stripping false skins … Continue reading

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Letter To Summer

Oh, it has been a year.I haven’t seen you, havebeen missing you since then.I have dreams about you,dreams in the ocean,dreams in the evergreen,together we fly to the moon,together we kill the wolves.What will be our tomorrow?The future is unpredictable.Our … Continue reading

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But The World Is Never Perfect

We wish for a perfect day.We wish for a perfect place.But the world is never perfect.The world will never be perfect.Not today. Not today. 2021

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peppermint

thesmell of yourhands is therapyto my broken heart. 2021

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The Gravity Of Grief

The gravity ofgrief is pulling meto a dimension ofchaos, wanting me toconfine in a darkwhere love story isnot allowed to be spoken. 2021

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The Damage You’ve Done

The damage you’ve done,It destroyed me spiritually.The damage you’ve done,It hurt me more than death.The damage you’ve done,It sabotaged my happiness.The damage you’ve done,It gave me hell on Earth. 2021

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