Chester Maynes Poems

Fear of parting
Soon we did
Hurt is killing
Our tomorrow
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Sleep is deep
On this surface
Where dreams meet
The eyes closed
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Those fingers
Cannot write love songs
Cannot paint love scenes
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All the flowers are blooming
And you are one of them my dear
Sweet is your scent and everyday
The garden green is never dull
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I count a page
A one and to a million
Endless nights, less sleep
I take a leap out of control
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Fluorescent lights
In your eyes
Flaming me
Your big glances
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He feels a huge space
And nothing is left to put
Like a mansion
Without furniture
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I starve at ideas that I cannot creatively write
Words and lines that depict more than a precious little time
How lame sometimes to scribble thoughts from nowhere
And seeing them on paper begets a dreadful distress
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Concrete hurt
In bruises
In scars
On realms
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Tormenting me like a weight of a Bigfoot on my physiology
I catch my breath one by one in numerous minutes until dusk
The event like this is fragmented by escaping the ricochet of ammunitions
It is sorrowful to believe that I gain a thousand letdowns in a circus
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