Author Archives: chester maynes

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.

the thoroughfare

unforeseen journeys, where lifeis loved and captivated. wehave gone with or withoutcomplaining on a diversed thoroughfare. we are the trekkersand drivers. we are the walkingfeet. we are the souls wishing,looking, praying for miracles thatcan save us from any unknown. 2021

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yellow

my words, i write them.they are the rush and swift verses.the hands i use, i cannot stop.rainy days, or summertime,the brave and colors on gentle sands.i am representing, i am expressing.this is the pursuit of my expression. 2021 ‚Äč

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butterfly

every CHANGEis UNIQUE. we cannotdefile METAMORPHOSIS. 2021

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jigsaw

sharp, indifferent. sharp,intolerable. don’t cut mewhile i’m drunk. don’t cutme while i’m plunked. 2021

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skies on the 18th

i’m up here.look, stare, don’t be scared. if i fall,will you let your handssave me? i’m up here, breathing.i don’t fly, i don’t dive.i just stay. let me rather love you,now and tomorrow. 2021

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where are you?

golden dust on your feet.silver grains in your mouth.honeyed milk on your skins.fire wraps in japanese papers.is there another world?where are you?where are you?where are you? 2021

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Silence

Silence in absolute conquest.It mimics our hiding.To those we abhor.The bad blood we don’t bury.Is this a war that consume us?Or do we forget that we still have to make ends meet? Silence can divide us or make us whole.You … Continue reading

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sonnets

your languageis a giant monument—stood remarkably,audibly beautiful forour ears. 2021

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tender

in many days of my external silence,i have not killed the noise internally.there is a heart aching without the moon.there are eyes crying at the flash floods of noon. 2021

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Volume

This is not an episode of hate. If you can’t speak what is right,just keep it to yourself.And don’t delight bad thingsin your mind. Our hearts speak volumeof different representations. My hands write poetryof different angsts and anxiety,cheer and solidarity, … Continue reading

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