She is wondering in an enchanted forest....a place where she is no stranger but a frequent guest

I have forgotten what it is to breathe
Deeply and long,
To drown in the sharp, cold hit of an

memories of father -
my aunt tells me I have
his chuckle

Not seen since the sixties -
I discover sack dresses today

past breasts and hips it

She invites and entices, her frothy skirts
sweep in, then retreat. A temptress , her voice
is

My mind runs rampant through mania ridden hamsters running mad around and around
Raving lunatics

We gnarled chubby knees
on convoluted trees
as we swayed upon the yardarm
sailing stormy

Forever standeth as beauty
As these eyes turneth old
Thou shalt ever be as thou art
Now the

Yuletide log
Christmas carols
Snowmen, reindeer
Brightly lit windows
Children and adults in

~ This pain ~

The icy wind howling away,
Masking the coldness inside me.
Water droplets

curled crustacean between
hard pillows, no talk, just you and me

it’s all or nothing, sugar,

I take a walk
down by the lake
where we once made love
under a honey tree.
The tree itself did

I want to hold your hand
and skip along the beaches of my mind
just to see what we find
in the

I walked the thorny primrose path/
Through the meandering maze/
Here I come upon the stone/
Of a

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

Love Song

I want to sing for you, a love song divine
my heart quickens and our love is

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

Big Ol' Plane

Why am I so vain?

I'd love to take my toys

Very far away.

Big

When one has time
to think things through
to shed a tear or two
Being content in

I dreamt about you crying
You were holding my hand tightly
Like I was some sort of object
To

If alone it seems to be
That evening time is dark to see
Then feel the light that
Can burn your

I don't really want to have
Riches beyond my dreams
Just someone to hold
On the nights its

It's funny when I look back
At all the things gone by
Of how my life has taken me
Missed

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I remember a time
When time was timeless
When a month felt a year
And a day
Would drag the

Sweat dribbled down his
greasy wrinkled brow.
The droplets glistened in the midday sun
as they

The blue swirly slide
on the school playground
reminds...

Beckoning a distant time
when the

a house
for fading memories
this stone
catching my tears as I
try to remember his face

Red eats white
Green, blue, and black
Giving birth to gray
Ascending the sky

Soot burns

He was a stick-like man in a small room with a damn low ceiling
Fucking walls plastered with

I'm delving into the forest
deep echo extends
in the abyss of memories
each tree tells the

You are the sun that never sets
Across the horizon of minds
You are the moon that never

(Cogitation on corrosion in a car breaker’s yard).

Grotesque beauty
blossoming in fields of

Perhaps she lives
In our dreams alone,
She whose face is
Illumined
By the rays
Of the

Two days ago, I decided
To realise
Some cherished memories
Of my beloved little pueblo;
So I

One day I'd like to go
In search of my past,
Of the memories
Of a misspent youth.
I cry for

Let happiness fill your heart
shed tears for your loss.
know that life goes on
make sure it goes

I gruesomely tear the pages down into half,
The letters and emails I wrote,
Not sent, still

A home by the sea
Is the place for me
To hear the rolling tides
Where I can be
So calm, so

There's a room inside my head
stuffed with the terrors that I hide,
and the memories are all

When I pour coffee I always remember
My mothers’ Clammy Cherry Trees tea
With milk, a dash of

(this body knows)
what experience
we share —
t'is nothing more
than memories
when something

We hitched-up knitted swimsuits that sagged
and stretched if wet. At low tide, we searched
for

Perhaps i swallowed
the largeness
of skies
when a dream swept
upon me (of you, oh
of

the three of them walking across wild grassland near their home, following a tiny stream into the

The memories the memories
A legacy caught in between
Or maybe it was sympathy
Agony
Maybe