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10.8k · Jan 2015
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,
As long as he remains
True to himself,
And the things
for which
He stands.
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).
7.3k · Oct 2014
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.
4.4k · Jul 2014
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.
3.0k · Jul 2014
To Add Another
Arturo Hernandez Jul 2014
I felt its power,
And it's resonance,

It's eerie dissonance
Came forward, closer,

Twisting my heaving heart.
2.4k · Jul 2014
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.
2.2k · Sep 2015
Trail of Crumbs
Arturo Hernandez Sep 2015
Brown eyed
God driven
Family matters
Devoted to art

Electric piano
Off beat guitar
Mercedes Car

High humidity
Cut grass

Quarter rounds
Day dreaming
Sleeping soundly
just words
2.2k · Apr 2014
Arturo Hernandez Apr 2014
I must cry
No one will do it for me.
Because when I shed these tears
I am reminded
Of how insignificant
The problem is -
I will cry
Even though the answer is simple,
I will not see it
Unless I see it with these blurry eyes.
Only then will I listen,
Only then will I open my heart
And say "that was the reason."
I must cry,
No one must shed these tears
But me.
2.1k · Feb 2016
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'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.
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.
1.5k · May 2013
To my Son or Daughter
Arturo Hernandez May 2013
It's funny,
I haven't even met your mother,
And I already think of you.
I think of the times we'll spend together
And the times we'll play together.
I already know what I'm gonna get you
On your first birthday
And what you'll be wearing on your second.

Honestly though,
I don't know how, when, or with who I'm gonna get there,
I just know that one day you'll be there
And I'll be here waiting
For the day in which I will hold you
And your little hands will move from here to there -
So wait for me,
I will get there.

I'm picking things up along the way
That I wanna teach you when I can.
I hope that you're not overwhelmed
When you try to hold your football,
Soccer ball or baseball.
(Volleyball is a lot of fun too!)
We'll play catch, and we will run,
I will catch you, and you'll have fun - I promise.

I hope you forgive me though,
As I don't know your mom.
I don't know if I have or haven't
Already set our course.
But you know what,
I bet she's beautiful
And the most caring person in the world.
I want to make sure she takes care of you,
After all.

It's hard to think of you,
As I hope I can make it through to you,
And tell you that all I'm doing today is because of you.
I want you to learn how run, how to play sports, how to jump,
And I want to be there to help you when you fall.
I want to teach you how to play guitar
And some magic tricks with cards,
I want to teach you to write some poetry
And play some music to make songs.

I want to make you proud,
As I hope you'll make me proud.
Even if you don't want to learn any of these things,
Or follow in my footsteps in any way
I want you to know that I've thought of you
Ever since today,
And that I can't wait to meet you,
Or your mother,
On the day in which you're born.
1.5k · Dec 2015
Arturo Hernandez Dec 2015
Carrizo, lamina,
Cemento, y varilla.
Mi casa
Su casa
Sus casas.
Te busco
Te deseo
Y no te encuentro.
y Recuerdos
Es donde te tengo.
Habla y dime,
Como esta
Mi pueblo.
Villa de Etla,
1.5k · Mar 2016
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
We were the only ones there;

The earth stood still
and for a moment I thought
I could hear my own breath.
1.4k · Jul 2014
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.
1.4k · May 2013
Arturo Hernandez May 2013
I wonder if you've noticed.

If you haven't
I would like to share with you
A little something:

I grew up with this idea
That someday I would grow up,
Have a girlfriend and get married.
I knew that I wanted children,
That I wanted a dog,
That we'd grow old in my house
And out in the driveway I'd have a Lambo
(I know, crazy, right?)
What I didn't know
Was how I was going to get there.
I didn't know that it wasn't that easy
And that, more than once,
I'd be hit with disappointment.
Not disappointed because I fell in love
And had my heart broken
(More than just a several amount of times)
But because I stepped out
Further and further from this utopia
I had set out for myself.

I learned, more than once,
That everyone had their own little story,
Everyone had their own little blueprint,
And not everyone was interested
In what I wanted.
I heard:
It's too early for you to think of those things,
Enjoy life and use all your energy on other things.
And I did.
I started drawing, started playing soccer,
I started writing poetry, and put music to my poems.
I started playing the guitar, I started singing,
I started to use my energy on "other things."
But the more I think about it
And the more I read about it
I was really just using those things
For my own story.

And that's the issue you should know about me
That's my so called "problem"
And the reason why you probably won't like me.
I lose sight of what's in front of me,
Chasing after what's ahead of me.
I forget the present and focus on the future,
And I fail to realize that you too
Have had to have
Some getting used to.
I don't know the secret
To a perfect relationship
Nor do I think I, as a person, am close to perfect.
And I know that you're not,
And I know you have your own faults and wants,
Your own needs,
And we're all a little selfish from time to time.

But here's the secret,
Here's the kicker,
The catch to my whole speech here:
I have tried to toss
All of my personal feelings aside,
I have tried to put my plans on hold
And fix myself onto the ground.
I've learned that that's how things often go
And it's not that I'm giving up on my plans
I just know that I want to be a part
Of your plans, and you of mine
Because I know that my plans
Could intertwine into your plans
And yours into mine
(That's what I hope anyway)
And if your plans and mine
All become one
Then I will have changed my blueprint,
And I will know the map.
I won't know the ending,
But I will know,
When I get there,
That I tried -
And for the first time,
In a long time,
I didn't give up.
1.4k · Jun 2015
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
1.3k · Oct 2015
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.
1.3k · Nov 2015
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.
1.3k · Oct 2014
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.
1.3k · Jun 2014
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.
1.1k · Sep 2015
I am
Arturo Hernandez Sep 2015

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


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.
1.1k · Mar 2015
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.
1.0k · Jan 2015
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
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.
887 · Sep 2015
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.

884 · Nov 2015
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.
854 · Mar 2015
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.
848 · Jul 2014
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.
830 · Jul 2015
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.
819 · May 2014
Pen and Paper
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.
812 · Oct 2013
Arturo Hernandez Oct 2013
I guess I'm gonna go to bed tonight
and blind myself again like every night,
To lie and say I don't mind
To be a slave of Time.
Yeah, I'll rest up and sleep tonight
to silence this mellow weeping heart
Saying I only wish to hold you
This, and every night.

Because you know well
What it is that we want
We want to have each other in our arms,
But we fight so desperately to do things right
That we give way to cursed Time.

I guess I'm gonna go to bed tonight
Not to linger with this in mind,
To rest assured in what is right
and not listen to what we want.
Yeah, I'll rest up and sleep tonight
To silence this mellow weeping heart
Saying I only wish to hold you,
Wish I'd cuddle, kiss, and hug you -
But I reply with "Not tonight."

You know well
What it is that what we want.
We want to have each other in our arms,
But we fight so desperately to do things right
and give in to this curse of Time.
This is an old poem I found on my computer, from 09. I changed up the order a little to make it feel knew again. But it really doesn't.
796 · May 2014
Pool Side
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.
780 · May 2013
Arturo Hernandez May 2013
problematic is the renewal of my soul,
systematic is my need to be evolved.
quite listless are the streaming roads
leading to the ends of this weary world.

now breeding are conjectures in my skull,
still breathing is my life - soothing cold,
with this possession in dispossession
tearing up my vile flesh and decrepit bones.

soon forgetting to be adorned
laughs will soon start to be heard,
once the fluent waters of the flood
swallow up the darkness it's become.

give me reason, i undergo deep sleep
live forever and give side to my good and dear

776 · Sep 2015
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.
767 · Jul 2014
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.
Arturo Hernandez Dec 2013
An artist
A guitarist
A pianist
A mechanic
A photographer
A writer
A cook
A model
A director
A producer
A mathematician
A football fanatic

I want to do this
And anything else that'll make a woman happy.
723 · Dec 2013
Arturo Hernandez Dec 2013
i understand
that the pain
that comes
from a heartbreak
can be devasta-
like the sting
of a wasp
at every little vain.
it is poison to the soul
and your heart
is pounding strong
trying to fight
the devil's work.
in your head
in your thoughts
you try to analyze
what went wrong:
was it you?
was it her?
is there anyone to blame
or was it just God
and one of his jokes?
i don't mean to say
that we are entertainment
for the Lord,
i'm just thinking
how i'll see it
when im old
and think of how foolish
it was to think
that the older i got
the easier it would be.

what is love?
i just wrote wrote wrote. didn't have a premise, idea, or goal. i just typed typed typed.
706 · Nov 2015
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 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.
677 · Jul 2014
Arturo Hernandez Jul 2014
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

671 · May 2013
For the Weary
Arturo Hernandez May 2013
Last night,
I couldn't fall asleep.
I tossed and turned,
Took off my shirt,
Took of my shorts,
And the socks off my feet.
But still,
I couldn't fall asleep.

I got up,
Not to read a book or watch tv,
But to grab a pen,
To grab a pencil,
And finally,
A piece of paper.
I drew,
Because I couldn''t fall asleep.

I stopped.
My eyes grew tired
And the night grew weary.
But I looked at her
She looked at me.
She wanted color,
She needed color,
Before I fell asleep.

I wondered,
Because I couldn't help to wonder,
If this was born out of me,
From my mind,
From within me,
And IT,
Only being a piece of paper
Was so beautiful to me,
How much more Love
Does my Creator
Have for me?

I looked into her eyes,
They were much like my own.
And her need
Was much like my own.
I wanted to keep drawing
But I thought that maybe,
Just maybe,
My drawing, too, needed sleep.
655 · May 2013
Sailing in a Dream
Arturo Hernandez May 2013
That day I slept I went to sleep
With dreams so sweet and heavenly;
So kind was the day and quite remarkably
Had me find a friend of mine in jubilee.
She made my day so suddenly
Into the ripest fruits of loving spring,
And now they agree that within this sea
All turbulence has come to cease.

The boat that floats floats beautifully
With her in command of this sailing ship;
Everything that had been torn apart into debris
Now leaves no trace of lonely weep.
Now we're off to a place that waits for me,
To bring along what life has given me:
A friend to cherish, a golden sun is she,
That turns the sturdy heads of the marquis.
641 · May 2013
Arturo Hernandez May 2013
It could be that someday is sooner than later
Or that somewhere is closer than farther
(I would hope so, and I want to believe so).
Because while I'm here and you're there
I know that our paths will somehow in someway connect.
It might not be tomorrow and it might not be tonight,
Perhaps in a week, in two weeks, or a month -
It might be a year till we cross each others tracks.
But whether or not we've already met,
(Whether or not that someday happens today
Or that somewhere is here and not there)
I will keep writing these letters to you
So that maybe one day you'll stumble upon them
And read of how much I was looking forward to
That someday, somewhere out there.
639 · Jun 2015
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!
618 · Aug 2013
To My Future Wife
Arturo Hernandez Aug 2013
I have always thought of myself
As an ugly duckling.
I keep hoping that someday
Ill be the man you are going to want
And I keep my fingers crossed
So that I really am that man.

But while I’m black,
And repulsive to all the other swans
I’m going to learn the trades of life
And I’m going to make sure
That when I meet you,
Which I will,
That you never suffer, or struggle,
To be the most amazing wife.

Why? I do ask myself
The same question all the time.
Why waste my time on something
That has a high chance
Of never happening
According to my previous record
Of tall tales and beautiful lies.

The answer is quite simple
And I know if I told someone
They would probably laugh, but

The truth is I can’t think of anything else
But our future house
Our future kids
And our dog running around.
I have my Lincoln and Beamer
Out in the driveway, and whatever
You are gonna want to drive,
(I’m not quite sure what kind of chick
You’re gonna be)
And we have a lawn and garden
That I will cut from time to time,
A pool out in the back,
And the neighbors always coming over
For some coffee and a laugh.

And I know
I’m in too big of a hurry to grow up,
And I know
I’m supposed to enjoy being young,
But all that matters to me,
All I want to accomplish,
And the biggest dream of mine
Is to grow old with you,
Whoever it is that you are,
And to see my kids grow up.

All I can do for now
Is be the man I want to be
For the wife I’ve been waiting on
For years.
I’m going to get a good paying job
And drive the car
That’s gonna catch your eye,
I’m gonna play the guitar
And learn how to sing,
So I can say how beautiful you are
To me
And most importantly I’m gonna learn
How to treat a woman right,
Because after all,
You are MY woman, and I your man.
611 · Dec 2014
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,
603 · Jul 2014
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
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.
589 · Jan 2015
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
587 · Mar 2013
lost and longing for love
Arturo Hernandez Mar 2013
oh little boy get up from the ground
pick yourself up and dust yourself off

don't you worry about a thing
in this mess of a world
just get up and dance a little
its not that cold, after all
572 · Dec 2013
Arturo Hernandez Dec 2013
i don't know
what is wrong
with knowing
where you want to go,
where you want to be
and who you want to be with.
why is it
that every time i give too much
i get nothing back,
and when i dont give anything
things seem to fall in my lap?
maybe my short coming
is that i want to love a good woman
and i want to be a good man
but i haven't learned the one lesson
that will help me find the way
to her.
i spend too much thinking
about how its going to be
and i forget to live for me,
at least for a little,
just for me.
but that is also a problem,
for when a good woman loves me
i don't know where to go,
i don't know what to do,
or how to learn to love her.
i like her company
but im not ready, and panic,
and end up hurting her.
how do i make up for it?
i give everything
to the one with a shortcoming
and the whole thing starts over.
and then i start
all over again,
i want a good woman,
but im not a good man,
i am not ready
and i know she's not ready
because we've all got
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