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Arturo Hernandez Jun 2014
i want to talk
about
the last kiss that you gave me.
i didn´t know
at the time
that it was a kiss of betrayal,
but it wasn´t
just a kiss -
you uttered
those three horrible words
that i had been dying to hear
from you,
but only, if only,
if only i knew
that you had utterned the same words
to somebody new.
Arturo Hernandez Jun 2014
my head is
doing this thing
where i am
not happy with
who i am
and where
i am at,
even though
i love life.
my mind is
just so confused
because i
did so many things
wrong,
and i
cant shake
the feeling that
i
should go
back in time
and fix me.
Arturo Hernandez Jun 2014
As scared as I was,
I remember climbing my first mountain.
Then there was a second
That wasn't as demanding.
The third one was a task
Because it was much too rocky to be easy,
And the fourth one was intimidating
As much as it was frightening.
The fifth one was intriguing
And the six was the most humbling
Experience up until then.
The seventh, I thought, would be my last one
But alas,
I'm climbing an eighth mountain.

I fell in love
Climbing up the first one,
I took a chance
Climbing up the second.
I knew it wouldn't be easy
But I took a chance with the third,
And I wanted to go higher
And higher after the fourth.
I wanted something different
From the fifth,
And I very much enjoyed
The smooth scaling of the sixth.
I was too careless
Thinking I had enough experience for the seventh,
But I learned my lesson,
And not taking it easy on this next trip
(I've never scaled an actual mountain).
Arturo Hernandez Jun 2014
I’m a world traveler
In search of another
In a planet this cloudy
But there not another
Like you;
I heard of a woman
That was her own island
And when I sailed out there
Her waters were crystal
Clear blue.
I swam across oceans
And I climbed over mountains,
I flew with the birds
And into a cave’s darkness
All in search for the truth.
They say that a diamond’s a diamond
And they equal in value
But I had never seen one
Quite as polished
As you.
Arturo Hernandez May 2014
I love poetry.
I can read it as a whisper
I can shout it when the wind blows
And I can shelter myself
From the opinion of other people;
I love poetry.

I can talk about the whispers
That I would bring to some delicate ears
Or shout to my own people
Who'd rather just talk it through.

I love poetry,
I can write a song
I can sing a song
And I can free my spirit
From the needs of other people and my own;
I love poetry.

I've been in love
Ever since I was fifteen,
Ever since I wrote her name,
Ever since I grabbed a pen,
A piece of paper,
And said what I needed to say in poetry.
I've been in love
Ever since I was 18
Ever since I wrote a song,
Ever since I picked up the guitar,
And told her
Exactly what I wanted to say in poetry.

I've been in love with poetry
For so long,
Because regardless of the break ups
Or the false hopes of other loves,
Poetry is always there,
Waiting for you to pick the pen up.
Arturo Hernandez May 2014
I wonder,
Just like always,
If you remember the hotel pool side,
The dark night
In which you invited me out there,
For us to talk.

I wonder,
If I said too much,
I think that I must have
Because I was tense and nervous inside,
I said it frantically
Because I wanted
To remember that I night.

I did too much
To try and be romantic,
Because I thought that you were that type,
That you would like for me to hold you in my arms,
Look into your eyes,
And say I love you
Under a fool's moon that night.
And when I said it
I suddenly realized
That it wasn't true.
I loved the idea
Of having you.
Arturo Hernandez May 2014
I think it's easier
To write with a broken heart.
I think it's easier
To write out of anger.
It seems like I
No longer have anything to write,
I am no longer angry
And I have a whole heart.

Sometimes I want to write.
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