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 Dec 2020 Chuck Kean
WordsHelp
But the boy told the girl,
“I will always protect you.”
And, for the first time,
She believed him.

The boy told the girl,
“You are special.”
And, for the first time,
She believed him.

The boy told the girl,
“Your soul is made of pure gold.”
And, for the first time,
She believed him.

The boy told the girl,
“I love you.”
And, for the first time,
She believed him.
 Dec 2020 Chuck Kean
jl
Crush
 Dec 2020 Chuck Kean
jl
Late night texts
Sleepy eyes
Small smiles
Butterflies

Stolen moments
Held inside
Beating heart
Stupefied

~

Left alone
Tear filled eyes
Chapped lips
Scarred thighs

Empty promises
Cast aside
Broken heart
Terrified

~j.l.
there's a reason why its called a crush
 Dec 2020 Chuck Kean
Karissa
Your cold fingers are
Gripping my thigh
I can’t lie
I’m picturing
You
As another guy
As our fingers intertwine
He’s stuck In my mind
Manifesting what is left
Maybe I’m obsessed .
Your rock, the brick,
the stalwart mate you go to when the sky begins to fall,
who gives you tea and sympathy when you make that tearful call?
the questions begs an answer, who holds up the wall?
 Dec 2020 Chuck Kean
Traveler
Not pretending that your feelings
are not what they are.
Do you love?
Do you love strangers?
Do you love invisible spirits?
What lie shall we believe
As great as the evil in your heart
you could never love me.

And if you choose not to decide
you still have made a choice!
Traveler Tim

There’s no such thing as wrong feelings
Be not terrified of your reality
I kept them for years
those fingerless stripy gloves
a last little link with my mother
who was a diva with the needles
the yellow strands of wool joining us together
in a beautifully knitted chain
although she is long gone from this world,
I found comfort in them once again today
although many years have passed
and I noticed her hands coming out of my sleeves
This is a personal one- how we turn into our parents. The gloves were her final pair before illness robbed her of everything.
Broken heart
Broken dishes
Queasy stomach
Long held tears
Bed of roses
Hurtful thorns
Your reality
Has become
My reality
Idea from television show
 Nov 2020 Chuck Kean
Traveler
Well
it seems
the longer
the lyrics
the less the marks🎯

Hell🔥
Such was
my grandest
of all Opus🥇
never even
made the charts

****
this blasted
narcissism
I’m strung out
on cultural plagiarism

A little here a little there
all unknowing of course it tis
but we all need our fixes
so we all choose our sources
🗝
John locks
maybe
Shakespeare
🌏
Deep Earth in nature
Beyond the hemisphere
🧠
We feel it
we breathe it
we exhale

our gift🎁
is a
Beautiful
Spell
🍄
Traveler 🧳
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