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Jun 2018 · 295
Ready or Not...
Arturo Hernandez Jun 2018
There was a girl
With a plaid skirt,
A red bow,
And lovely pink cheekbones.
She carried a smile,
Sometimes a laugh,
When we ran through
The church parking lot.
She was so fast
In her white stockings
And little black shoes
That it became hard
To keep up with her.

I wonder when,
I wonder why,
She stopped playing tag,
I wonder how it was
That she forgot
How to run.

I miss you, my friend,
You were the best there ever was.
Sep 2017 · 345
Welcome
Arturo Hernandez Sep 2017
A game,
Thats how it began.
I never suspected
One with your face
Would come
and ask to play.

Fools,
All of us
Staring unashamed,
Me specially
As I slowed time down
To watch you
Frame by frame.

My eyes kept looking,
My hands were shaking,
"What do I say?"
My heart was yelling.
I pretended I hurt my hand -
My first instict
Was to run away.

I never told you how I felt,
And yet you knew it anyway.
I won't forget the day you came to me,
And told me you felt the same.

I purposefully walked away,
But you chased me,
You made me say
How I felt since that first day,
And now I wish
We had never met.
Mar 2017 · 331
Dark as Black
Arturo Hernandez Mar 2017
It was us two
With arguments
That weren't new.
It was us two
Minus my ego,
Just yours.
Was I right,
Or was I wrong?
My chest caved in,
I can't breathe
Out of my lungs.
You left me,
And I missed you;
I needed you,
Not just a picture
From my cellphone -
All I had
Were some tissues
To cry into.
I was lost
And you forgot me,
I called out to you
In the darkness and
Now that my eyes
Have adjusted
You want to call me.

I'm good here,
Thank you for asking.
Jul 2016 · 432
O.M.G.
Arturo Hernandez Jul 2016
I've been wanting to cry,

Not for any one particular reason,
I don't really know if it's because I'm happy
Or sad.
My life is great,
My family and friends are beautiful people,
But I feel out of place.

I'm here,
But I'd rather be elsewhere,
I am satisfied
But I'd rather be overflowing with joy.
Everything I eat
Had never tasted so bane,
Every color had never been color-less.
I'm am grateful
For what I have,
But there is something else
I haven't felt,
Not in a while.

I think it's Love.

Love that's not earned,
Love that isn't a word,
Love that doesn't want more,
Love that is grateful,
Love that is genuine,
The kind of Love
That hugs you so tight
You cry because you are reminded

That you are not alone.
I don't know.
Apr 2016 · 339
Dressed
Arturo Hernandez Apr 2016
Why do you feel so far away?

I wish that you would save me.
I cry out by day, but you don't answer,
I cry out by night and you're not there.

There's people looking down on me,
They make me feel like less of a man.

Do not be far from me
For trouble is near
And only you can help me.
Mar 2016 · 1.3k
Fascinating City
Arturo Hernandez Mar 2016
I saw your neck line.

I felt a wind
Being blown to my chest,

We were in a crowd when
Suddenly,
We were the only ones there;

The earth stood still
and for a moment I thought
I could hear my own breath.
Feb 2016 · 1.9k
Strawberry Crepes
Arturo Hernandez Feb 2016
Saturday Morning -
It's a little cloudy,
It's a little windy.

Text: We're going to get brunch
So get ready.
Thoughts: I'm hungry! It's getting late
and we have to go to a birthday party.
Baby. hurry!

Menu: I can't have anything heavy,
Me and my girlfriend were out yesterday.
To the lady: Strawberry crepes for me, please,
I'll also have a caramel macchiato, and...
Can you add a Perrier? Thanks.

Across the table: What is this moment?
It's not butterflies, there's no knots in my stomach.
I think it's love...it's definitely happiness...
This is straight out of a movie...

No, nothing speacial happened.
It was just a cloudy Saturday morning
But there was enough Sun to hit our window,
And I just couldn't believe
I was living that moment.
Dec 2015 · 1.5k
Frijolero
Arturo Hernandez Dec 2015
Carrizo, lamina,
Cemento, y varilla.
Mi casa
Su casa
Sus casas.
Te busco
Te deseo
Y no te encuentro.
Fotos
Mapas
y Recuerdos
Es donde te tengo.
Escucha,
Habla y dime,
Como esta
Mi pueblo.
Villa de Etla,
Querida,
Adorada.
Nov 2015 · 1.3k
Blood Red Bed Sheet
Arturo Hernandez Nov 2015
I want to wrap myself in this blanket,
The Fall breeze, good music,
And mellow atmosphere.
I want to drink tonight with a little bit or rain,
A sprinkle of stars, chilly wind,
And a piece of moon shine,
The traffic lights reflected on wet concrete
Bleeding red, speeding yellow,
And fleeting greens,
Lingering on my windshield.
I am not asleep,
But I am not awake either,
I'm doomed to linger
And wander through this season.
Nov 2015 · 829
Castle Walls
Arturo Hernandez Nov 2015
I build a road
And stacked up
Some stone.
The fireplace
Is ready for the
Both us, won't
You join me?
I have the softest
Of covers, and
The most comfortable
Pillows, love.

Baby, it's cold outside,
Won't you keep me warm?
I have been waiting too long.
Nov 2015 · 655
Like the Leaves
Arturo Hernandez Nov 2015
I'm on my way
To the promised land,
The streets
I saw myself walking on.
Fall leaves clipping
On the sole of my shoes,
Fall leaves jumping
From my BMW's windshield.
I can taste the rain
That is now on the floor
From the night before
And I am daydreaming,
In that same street,
Breathing the crystals
In the air,
So soothing and sharp
At the same time.
I am leaving the house
I promised I would have,
I am going to enjoy
The rest of the day
Because God gave me
The weekend
To give him thanks
And rejoice
In all the glory
That he has made.
It's so beautiful,
I cannot wait.
I started walking,
I am on my way.
Arturo Hernandez Oct 2015
Brick, metal or stone,
A corbeled brick crown
Acts as a drip to create
Ambiance for heating a room -
Ancient fire pits
Vent smoke through open holes.

The best way to gauge
Is not, and never was,
Intended to heat the air.
One of two horizontal metal bars
opening in a hearth to sweep the ash.
Warmth on cold days and nights,
One of many flaws that I have found.

The inside is a metal piece
Reflecting heat into the room
With metal arms mounted on it,
Which swing and hold words above.

The sides of a heart
Has its opening near the throat.
Oct 2015 · 1.2k
Wine and Dine
Arturo Hernandez Oct 2015
The back bar is
elaborately decorated:
Etched glass, mirrors, and lights.
A set of shelves full of glasses,
bottles behind that counter.

An elegant bar focused
On wine rather
Than on beer or liquor,
Or so said your rose colored
Cheek bones.

I haven't been
Since the music
Stopped playing.
Sep 2015 · 2.1k
Trail of Crumbs
Arturo Hernandez Sep 2015
Brown eyed
God driven
Family matters
Devoted to art

Electric piano
Traditional
Off beat guitar
Mercedes Car

High humidity
Cut grass
Atmospheric
Instability

Technologic
Quarter rounds
Day dreaming
Sleeping soundly
just words
Sep 2015 · 724
Distant Future
Arturo Hernandez Sep 2015
What could've been
I have not forgotten.
The road I could've taken
Is there somewhere behind me.
I wonder which road
Is the one I'll regret
The day after tomorrow -

A day like this one
That is never ending.
Sep 2015 · 833
Bulletin
Arturo Hernandez Sep 2015
I knew you wanted out
So I gave you the gun
And told you to shoot.

Your hand was shaking
So I held it and pressed it
Tightly against my chest.

Do it!

I closed my eyes
And so had you.
It was empty.
You had someone else do it for you.

Pew.
Sep 2015 · 1.0k
I am
Arturo Hernandez Sep 2015
Inadequate.

The skinny jeans
I did not wear,
The only tshirt
I cared enough to have,
A fitted cap
That fit too tight -
I wanted to be someone
That you'd like.

Hopeless Romantic

I told my parents I'd be right back
But I drove off
For an hour and a half.
I took and chance
And went for the surprise.
There you were,
Coming out of class
With no make up on.

The Compact Disc

You shied away
And we're embarrassed
(I don't know why)
And all of the sudden
It started to rain.
You went into my car
And I gave you
A CD.

Regret

I asked you
If I could kiss you.
Was it a mistake?
I had been dying
For that moment
But when it finally came
There was no magic
And I was still scared.

My Return

How different
Would it have been
If I had held you in the rain,
Didn't ask
But helped myself
To a kiss you didn't expect,
Share the moment
We were supposed to have.

Swear I was born
Right in the Doorway.
Jul 2015 · 774
Untitled
Arturo Hernandez Jul 2015
I had this picket fence,
As some men do:
It was white,
And a few feet tall.
It wasn't spectacular
By any means,
But it kept my garden safe -
My garden,
How I miss it so.

I knew my neighbors well,
Some better than others.
I mowed my lawn and watered
The flowers from my garden,
As often as a green thumb would,
And one of those days
I saw a woman
I had never seen before.

She was moving in from California,
Had a house just one  block down.
She asked if she could have
One of my roses,
Which no one had asked before,
So of course I let her in
My picket fence to pick a rose.

We met a few more times
And finally, asked her to come inside.
We had some tea, watched a couple movies
And I enjoyed her company.
And my garden,
I started to forget about it.

One night on our way home,
While she was driving and on the phone
Trying to reply to a text message,
She drove straight into my home
Running over my picket fences.
My garden was dead
And fence that made my home my home
Was gone.

My garden, after so many years,
Was no more, and she had no reason
To visit anymore.
She told me there was another man
That had his own gardener,
That didn't need a green thumb.
She didn't feel the need
To pick flowers anymore.
I should have taken care of my garden.
Arturo Hernandez Jul 2015
"I never saw the light of day,"
I said to her as she shed a shimmering tear.
She let it run down to her neck,
The same one I had touched with my lips
And was now bare.

I backed away and she grabbed my hand
She pulled my collar and put her fist up
To my chest twice, and one more again.
"All that was sacred, I let it die,"
She said, "for a good for nothing man."

I, for a second, was not alive,
It was a car wreck I watched from afar
And I could not kick the brakes.
I saw her cry but I couldn't say
How much I loved her when she cried.
Jun 2015 · 1.3k
You Call it Fair
Arturo Hernandez Jun 2015
There is no hair on my chest;
My eyes are deep dark

Which i heard you say
Are the ones you do not like.

I have a crooked smile

With good intentions
Unlike the guys
You hang around.

I comb my hair with a part
Over to to my right side

And i dress to impress
A lady that does not care.
I will still walk
With my chin up

And my getup squared
Just because
She does not care.
pocket squares
blanket plaid
checkered waste
Jun 2015 · 607
Color Me Green
Arturo Hernandez Jun 2015
You are the person
That makes me want to be stronger.
I know you see me
As your little brother,
And trust me
I will cherish these moments,
But one day I will get older.
I hope you're still around
So I can carry you
On my shoulders like your boyfriend.
I know you're not
As crazy as I am,
But maybe, just maybe,
God will let it go my way.
Poetry challenge based on a little boy writing about his emotions for a teen age girl. My girlfriend and I made a random selection about what I should write about!
Jun 2015 · 431
Untitled
Arturo Hernandez Jun 2015
Love like you want.
You know I can tell, right?
Live what's left of Life,
Memories take some time.

When you visit the beach,
Draw a heart on the sand for me, okay?
The things I said will fade away.

Going...going...gone,
I'm sorry I could not stay,
But I promise to come back;
I will suffer the same pain.
I went into someone's word bank and read them out loud. They made sense as a poem so I wrote them down and just rearranged them. I'd been having a writers block.
Jun 2015 · 331
Twenty Thirteen
Arturo Hernandez Jun 2015
"I think we should just stay as friends-" She said.

"What? Why, is there somebody else?" I replied.

I knew I was wrong to have let you off three months before,
I don't know who was at fault anymore.
You took the keys to his car, the keys to his apartment
And I thought you were just being nice.
I thought you needed a break
I thought you'd come back
And ask for me again,
But I gave you the green light
To "follow your heart."

But you know what,
I know what you haven't realized -
That behind your puppy eyes
And a smile wide enough to back them up
You know, **** well, how to play a man.
Your credit cards (that's right, I know)
You needed someone to pay them off.
Does he know? Bet you haven't told him -
You're just wanting for him to propose.

You didn't have to tell me
His parents owned a dealership
To know that your end game
Was to help him save your credit score.
*******, and your stupid little game
You manipulative "******" *****,
I got to know the person that you really were.
He doesn't stand a chance
Knowing what you really want,
And that you're playing him straight
Into losing half of his inheritance.

To tell you the truth I'm not sure about what I grieve.
I don't know if it's you or myself to blame,
I was too easy and only used half a brain
To realize that money was the only thing
You cared about and made your hear content.
I wrote this a long back in the day. I just now found it, thank God for Moleskines, right?
May 2015 · 262
I Remember You
Arturo Hernandez May 2015
You hide it well
In the lining of your hair:
All the troubles
Built up in there.
With *******
You run them off
But I don't see you
Letting go.

I remember you
Only six years old
With a bow
And black leather shoes;
A little dress
Down to your knees
Is how I remember you
But when your eyes
Finally met with mine
You were full of energy
And it was beautiful.

Time was never kind enough
To let me keep you in my arms.
May 2015 · 433
Spades
Arturo Hernandez May 2015
I had never paid any attention
Nor had I ever said a word to her
Not even a hi, or bye, or how are you?
Never.
But when I saw her,
When I really saw her,
It brought back all these memories
Of when we were only 5 and 7
Years old.
And now we were both teenagers;
She was slender with a smile
That she'd always cover followed
By her fingers running down
Her hair.
She was a daughter of God
And I was a son, it had to be a sign!
Or so I thought.
I wrote some words, over and over
Until I got the right poem
And I asked her to be my girlfriend,
Lame I know, with poetry.
She made me wait for a whole month
Until she responded with a letter
Of her own
And she said YES.
I still remember that bright yellow lit
Word that was on the outside of
Her neatly folded paper.
I remember her bringing me a Twix,
The chocolate shed always get
After service.
Memories of my early teens,
If I'd only know the effect they'd
Have over the years where I am
Now thankful that they taught me a true
Lesson.
May 2015 · 476
i cannot forget
Arturo Hernandez May 2015
that glare, i cannot forget,
it latched on to my memory.
the sway in your walk
had my stride in lock
(and my mind in awe)
the first time we met.
i keep playing this record
of a distant spring dream
to which you were the star
in my movie screen.
i see the moon
and try to hold on to a time
for it is now a small wrinkle
under both of our eyes.
Mar 2015 · 817
Water and Wind
Arturo Hernandez Mar 2015
I heard you talking
To the ocean blue.

It was a heartfelt conversation
You let on to the sky.
You said it slow, so slow.

It was a strange sensation
When I heard you sing.

I knew who you were
And where you came from
From the sound of your voice.
Mar 2015 · 1.1k
Friday - Saturday
Arturo Hernandez Mar 2015
My, my, my* -
My body knows
That you are not here.
It's tired, it's restless -
It needs your *******
Pressed up against it;
Your thigh tucked in
Between both of mine.

I don't miss you -
I need you.
My body knows
And I have a fever.
Jan 2015 · 9.4k
A Gentleman
Arturo Hernandez Jan 2015
A gentleman
Never forgets
The heartbreaks
That made him
Who he is today,
Nor does he forget
That the lessons
Will continue.
A gentleman
Will keep learning,
Forever,
As long as he remains
True to himself,
And the things
for which
He stands.
Jan 2015 · 978
Thin Everything
Arturo Hernandez Jan 2015
I remember your skinny waist
And your skinny lips
With which you had a small smolder
For me to want to kiss.
Your skinny wrist
And skinny thighs
Made you all that much fragile
Than a porcelain doll,
Wanting to be touched.
The first of 8
Jan 2015 · 500
My Apology
Arturo Hernandez Jan 2015
It's been a while since I left
And you made your own life,
But it wasn't until today
That I got rid of the bitter after taste
Of what was once our love life.

You and I were the best of friends
And you told me all the things
You needed to get off your chest.
I was your pillow, I was your diary,
And for a long time I kept my silence.

But unlike a pillow or a diary
You knew the feelings I kept inside
And though you harbored them too
You could never be anything to me
As we were, as you said, "platonic."

When your world came crashing down
And your bed was no longer a comfort
For all of your tears, I came running to you,
As fast I possibly could to try and put together
The little pieces that were left of you.

I remember the first time we held hands
And everyone around us gasped and stared
Because what you and I, mostly I, had dared
To do was already a mistake, waiting to explode
A few day after, two weeks ahead.

For a long time I cursed every time
I said your name, every time I saw you there
With a smirk in your face, as if you were amused
By the pain and agony, the suffering
That was clouding my judgment in those days.

I had lost everything, traded it all for a love
That was never mine to begin with.
I gave up on some fiends, and I had made enemies
That threatened my very existence
All for a few days of dying out laughter and kisses.

What I didn't realize at the time,
Things I figured out after a few other
Failed relationships, is that I came on too strong.
I can't believe I had held on so tight
I had made me into something dark.

Everything you had known about me
Had turned black, and I didn't know
How to trust you behind my back.
I had lost my best friend, you had lost
Your diary and no longer had a pen.

I was too eager for you to be
The perfect girlfriend for me
When my heart had gone bitter
From the lack of attention
I thought I deserved for me.

It wasn't the first time,
And it wasn't the last,
But it did leave an impression
That I will never forget
And will always live in my past.

It helped shape my future
And get to know who I really was.
I hope that I was more than enough
Of a good friend for you to remember me
After you're married and give birth to another little one.

I guess I was just trying to catch up
And reminisce on the adventures
That we had as a teen aged boy and girl,
Wanting to be comforted
By each other's unconditional love.
A little poem I found from a few years ago. Maybe like 2? I'm not really sure. I changed and added a few things from the original.
Jan 2015 · 554
new year's
Arturo Hernandez Jan 2015
my stomach feels like the silly streamers
jumping around the living room.
the mistletoe had never been any greener
as i hadn't stared at it as long as this new year's eve
nor had i ever had the chance to be close to you.

your lips are red as if they had already been bitten,
as if i had already kissed them, but i walk over you still.
your eyes sparkle quite as much as the wine you had earlier
and the drinks i think have given me courage
to pull you by the arm give into this time of year
in 2015
Dec 2014 · 567
Night Rider
Arturo Hernandez Dec 2014
I watched your symmetry
Lose itself in my fluidity
As if I had been dreaming
Driving, cruising, speeding
With this song on repeat and
The beat would not let me be
Myself whilst sleeping.
I sing it again
Because I still miss it,
Closing my eyes
And sinking,
Listening.
coffee
Nov 2014 · 467
The Others
Arturo Hernandez Nov 2014
I'm in the passengers seat,
Forehead against the window.
The driver is the other me
Who's lost his sensibility,
The ability to get a grip
Of real life and its implications.
I'm in the passengers seat,
My hand on my seat belt.
The driver is the other me
Going 140 on the highway,
Without even realizing
That I am with him.
I'm in the passengers seat
Eyes close and mouth wide open.
The driver is the other me
Losing control at wheel,
Breaking the lanes's lines
And crashing into a body of water.
I'm in the passenger's seat
And I'm submerged under water
Wishing I hadn't been at the wheel.
Oct 2014 · 1.2k
Dream Atop a Mountain
Arturo Hernandez Oct 2014
he had the his thumb on a string,
his words chased after the sunset;

the wind carried his melody -
and had this desire,
to dance,
but i couldn't.

fall was all around him and i,
and my dreams, atop a mountain.
Poem written in collaboration with Kathia Cano.
Oct 2014 · 7.2k
Sound of the Beach
Arturo Hernandez Oct 2014
I feel relaxed
When I think of
The ocean foaming
And the sound of the waves.

I remember who we were
Strolling in the beach
And playing under the sheets.

You were quick to forget
But I still remember
The ocean.
Arturo Hernandez Oct 2014
I have in front of me
And array of striped mountains,
Slopes of undulating lines
That fill in my horizon.
There's music in the background
But all that I can hear
Is the whispers that she tells the night
In secret.
Her eyes so still,
Her gaze fixed under her eye lids,
Her lips so bare
It makes my skin long for them,
Her breaths so deep
I want to live in the space they fill.
I lay my heavy arms
And they spread along the mountains,
They have found a home.
A valley, at last,
In which to rest my burdens.
Jul 2014 · 567
The Seventh Grade
Arturo Hernandez Jul 2014
.                     Courage. It takes a bucket of sweat
Coming from I am not sure where in my hands

And drops dripping from a faucet-like-forehead
                                            ­                         To express
                     Words. I said to my friends that I had butterflies,
As I referred to that specific feeling in the seventh grade,

That fluttered in my stomach to see the light of day
                                                             ­       And find
                      You. My childhood friend whose hair I'd pull
To get a pinch, a scratch, a stare of contempt

That would later turn into a game of catch me if you can
                                                             ­       Later during
                     Recess. I had planned it all out, I had another friend
Tell you what I didn't dare say to your face

Because I had never asked a girl out on a date,
                                                           ­        My first
                     Crush. I felt my chest sinking in when later that day
You came up to me with an annoyed look in your face

And the only words that you could say was that you didn't date
                                                            ­       Guys like
                     Me.  I was never sure what I was supposed to do
Or how it was supposed to make me feel,

I just know that whoever you thought I was, I never
                                                           ­        Saw him
                     Again.
I wanted to rewrite a previous poem I wrote called "Who Was That" in more detail. I don't think I've said enough about the instance, but I don't know what else to write about.
Jul 2014 · 472
Running Circles
Arturo Hernandez Jul 2014
I used to chase you
All around the atmosphere
But I would never reach you.

I finally paused
Looked down at the pastures
And fell in love with a flower.

She danced around
Always waiting on me.
She's made me happy.
Jul 2014 · 448
Untitled
Arturo Hernandez Jul 2014
We sat down. I kept my lips from moving as I was watching yours. I wanted to hold you but you kept a two foot distance from my hip to yours. I clenched my jaw. I could not bare to witness what I was about to be run over with, but I could not stall. I knew the words before you said them, and I couldn’t stop rubbing my knee.

I stood up thinking about what I could say. I tried to reason with you. I tried to reason with me. I held the bridge of my nose with my jaw trying to weather away a few words. You tried to hold me close but my body couldn’t move from the poison you delivered with your touch. You said things. I couldn’t process them all. My ears would not listen.

I had to go. I opened the door. I wained left though I should have gone right. Actually, I wanted to run straight through the wall. I made fists with my hand I kept shaking my head. I’m not sure what I was trying to get rid of. I turned around to look at you. I wanted to hear more. I waited to hear you say something, but I dint hear a word.

I left. I knew you hadn’t felt a thing. Not a tingle. Didn’t fret. I came home and on my way to bed I saw my bottle only a twist of cap away. I thought about what you had said. In went the first. I thought about what I had said. Now in went the second. Then I thought about what I should have said and in went the last two in my bottle.

I walked back. You were very nice and I could tell you were pleased to see me. I could’ve cared less for your hospitality. I was at your door and you were right in front of me, and you were nothing. I was very blunt to tell you deserved nothing, and I saw your same poison run through every inch of your cold body.

You shut your door. I had a crooked smile in my face. I knew I had injected you with the same grief, but it was bitter sweet. One second second I was relived, the other said silently that it was a mistake. I laughed from the venom still in my veins, and I felt pity. You had darkened my heart, but I felt pity for me for having fallen so low.
Jul 2014 · 623
Sometimes
Arturo Hernandez Jul 2014
Sometimes
I want to hold you

And press you
Against my chest;
I want to feel

Your heart's content.
If I'm not holding you,
I want to turn over
And be able to lay

In front of you,
To rest my palm
Behind your ear

And kiss you
To lose myself in

You.
Jul 2014 · 2.9k
To Add Another
Arturo Hernandez Jul 2014
I felt its power,
And it's resonance,

Vibrance.
It's eerie dissonance
Came forward, closer,

Wavering,
Twisting my heaving heart.
Jul 2014 · 741
Sunset's Best When
Arturo Hernandez Jul 2014
The sunset, so peaceful,
Unleashed her best scene

When in my sadness
I heard her voice in secrecy.
Her hand plucked the strings

Of what was once a tragedy.
Jul 2014 · 1.4k
Me, You, Shoulders, You
Arturo Hernandez Jul 2014
Help me breath again
And make my heart swing.

I want you to be
The one to shuffle with me,
Be the rock I lean on,

And let your shoulders meet mine.
I'll eventually snap into pieces
When I'm no longer holding back -
I need you to come back to me.

I held you in my arms when you left me,
And heard utter an "I love you,"
Before you closed your eyes.
Jul 2014 · 802
Finally of Off Time
Arturo Hernandez Jul 2014
I finally got to relax
When weary of my travels

I turned off the lights
And let time pass me by.
Because the future, it seems

Is very different.
The games is the same,
Or did it slip your mind?
Because I remember

You didn't care enough
To cry a few tears
When you did me wrong.
Jul 2014 · 2.3k
The Bang Heart Race
Arturo Hernandez Jul 2014
Hear the drum in my heart
It goes bang when it can

And in my heart I see you
And I race against myself.
I forgot how to dance

With your red dress
And the the mousse in you hair,
I am just helpless.
Helplessly falling out of love

Wishing it wasn't so,
I thought about our future,
But I saw someone else.
Jul 2014 · 310
Who Was That
Arturo Hernandez Jul 2014
I was only fourteen
When you told me
You "didn't date guys
Like me."

You don't know
How many years I struggled
To figure out
What that could mean
Jul 2014 · 3.9k
I Killed a Soaring Eagle
Arturo Hernandez Jul 2014
There was a small boy, in a little town,
Unknown to most people.
He was soaring, I remember,
As if running through to freedom.
He spread his arms between the crowds
In his navy blue pants and sweater,
His bright white polo
And his shiny shoes of patent leather.
The school bell rang
So he tucked his wings to grab his bag,
And he climbed up the steps
As fast as a little boy can
But the gate had just closed right in front of him.
He had his little hands
Gripped around the metal of the gate
And shook them wanting to get in;
He pushed his arm but only got his shoulder though.
There was a man
With no emotion in his face,
Watching him trying to find a way in,
But the man didn't move an inch.
The boy put his back against the fence
And I cried before walking back.
Nothing he said would change his mind.
That was me then but now I'm the man in the other side,
Having forgotten what it was like to spread my wings
And want to fly.
Jun 2014 · 1.2k
Pictures
Arturo Hernandez Jun 2014
I have these
pictures in my head
that give me a road map
to the life I want to have.
I saw you last night and
you were with me at the bar
sitting across from me
and in that moment
I saw one of those
faint pictures that
I don't often
come across.
Jun 2014 · 335
i love(d) you
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.
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