spent some time thinking about a friend

as he diminished with the days

A pattern seeking hominid

my mind does seek some greater plan,

some great and noble path

There can never be anything like it.
A love surpassing the ideals of Greeks
And baffling the

More eloquent
than superlative speech
is silence in season.
.
Soulmates stay with

More eloquent
than any long speech
is silence in season.
Friends stay with silence
support not

There used to be joy in the morning
And once every breath was sun shining,
Moon glow waiting for

Distance is upon this spirit,
not scared, non -flinching,
Rocks, stones, sand, mud doesn't make

Like a flower you were so beautiful
That a garden was made just for you
Such a fool am I
I should

At a shopping mall with my newest friend
silently sipping our hot coffee.
I follow his gaze

Disheveled hair
Naked bodies arose while the starlight sprinkles itself
A residual mark for the

(Ode to my Best Friend)

It was a winters day
when you entered
the room and my life
with a

Buried sadness, loneliness,and being angry
Back to real happy, forgiving, smiling face.
Darkness

I try too hard to dance around the subject,
when you asked me to write a poem.
I wanted to jump

Time once was when love was free,
And we all could be,
Where friendships were nourished,
And

(For my best friend in this world, and the next)

We pass the time with humorous banter,
reveling

By Stanley Collymore

It was novel that’s true but quite exciting all the same
it must be

(for an awesome Irish Friend)

Don't put me on a pedestal
it is too high and far too small
and

I'm falling in love with every part of you
I tried to fight it but I know that will not do.
I want

She thinks she is an amateur,
she thinks she cannot write,
but every poem by her hand
proves she

I'm You and You're Me

You may be right if you think
the world always cheats on you

but in

\m/ Matthew Arrieta \m/
Demanding to live like the Rockstar he was on his way to becoming, Matthew

Mr. Perfect
doesn't sit with me
Mr. Perfect
doesn't drink my tea

He is so clean
never speaks

(For My Best Friend)

Of the joys of our friendship
I could make an endless list,
but, hey, you

Her smile is as familiar as my face.
Her soft tread has left footprints in my heart.
Yes, I have

ROMEO'S MIDNIGHT CAFÉ

(New Year 2013)

Rain hurling down, revellers
in the streets. A man

Being 18, it’s like a roller-coaster
It’s lazy mornings and nights of heavy drinking
Mornings when

Hello, Dear
Do you remember me?
Your island friend –
with the twisted accent
Don’t you

Today I turned on the radio

And was reminded of our love

For the nebulous.

The

Schubert soothes the dog next door
While I sip pinot grigio and hold the floor.
Through walled

Wounds will be healed, blows softened by time,
old friends will be friends once more;
words spoken

My muse is blissfully unaware
of the seeds she plants in me
she nourishes my soul
makes me see

Ash and me, we played so many pranks
and got into so much strife
our friends used to joke
that we

Fried your noodle
baked your bread
in that beautiful oven
you call a head
now stop your

Gollum laments, playing her drum
scratching her warty green bum
pulls stringy wax from her ragged

Oh thank you for showing me that
I wasn't quite damaged enough
but why for the love of all that is

We ran to place of safety
my surrogate dad and me
away from the guns
a place by the sea
the past

Sultry girl
you haunt my dreams
I never went that far
from you, I never could
I've seen inside

The truth can be
a terrifying place
for a gentle soul
kinder to be spoon fed
comfortable

Some truths too dark
to inflict on warm hearts
smile then instead
and entertain
with hope that

The truth
can be a weapon
inflicting brutal wounds
on kind and gentle hearts
suffering as a

Though I must now close my eyes
to hear your laughter
see your smile
and your warm, welcoming

Will we still be
the friends we are today
if I cross that line now
and make you mine?
Will you

When extending the hand of friendship
is viewed suspiciously
it's time's like those my lad
that

"Pals" don't care
about gender
colour or distance
or the machinations
of the political

Days like these
when we are young and free
cycling dozens of miles
to the Quantock

Three tears, one each for the heartbreaks
whirlwind dances on ebony plinth
A fractured soul of an

Three friends came here
to this bleak and distant place
from kicking up dust
on the disused

Her shoulders brace
as she sits knitting away
her sand in the hourglass
fingers clawing
twitches