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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.
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.
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.
Arturo Hernandez Feb 2014
The winter night
Has taken over my body
From the tip of my fingers
All the way to the rough of my heels.
I am numb from the face
And my shiver is strange,
My jaw will not sit still.
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
shortcomings.
Arturo Hernandez Apr 2014
how do i
live a dream
that i have only
dreamed
of dreaming of
when it is only
a dream
within a dream
in which
there
is no
reality?
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.
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.
Arturo Hernandez Apr 2014
i have been tucked
away
in the words
"i love you,"
hidden
in the corners and
curves of the
three.
Those were just came out, all on their own. I don't know what they mean either!
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 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.
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.
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 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.
Arturo Hernandez Apr 2014
The best poems are the honest poems, not because they’re good (necessarily), but because of the relief as you read them. There is nothing to hide in the in-betweens of poetry because everything you say is carried on by the words that are in it, there is nothing you couldn't say because they were written within the boundaries of writing (and no one ever wanted to read it anyway). Except somebody will read them, and they will want to know more details so they will kept reading once you’re done writing, and they will fix themselves pretending they weren't reading and then re-reading because it would be crazy to be writing about them reading a poem. And those are the best poems because this is that poem.
Arturo Hernandez May 2013
How long has it been?
It's been about five
Years since that thing
That you and I had

The parties the laughter
And the fun that we had
The singing and clapping
To our favorite band

It all turned to dark
When you said goodbye -
The Color of Roses
Now turn into black

What did you say
When I saw you last?
Hope you find that someone
With who it'll last

All my affection
Just wasn't enough
You ran to someone
Who isn't even your type

Maybe, just maybe
I thought you'd come back
But I guess it was you
That got the last laugh

Black and white
You left me to die
The girl of my dreams
The only girl in my life
The one that made it worth
Living this life
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.
Arturo Hernandez Sep 2013
I cant begin to describe
How helpless I feel right now.
I know that I can move on
Because I have done it before,
But I always ask myself
Why I should.

I know you don't love me,
In the way that I did,
But then again
I don't love you either
As I don't even remember your face.

And yet,
I want you to be the one
To carry my heart,
Because I rather you have it
Then have it lingering around.

I guess what makes me
Most upset after all
Isn't the fact that you left me
Or left my heart broken in two
It's the fact that you left me...

You left me alone.
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.
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 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 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.
Arturo Hernandez Nov 2013
there are things i want to hide
things that im afraid of,
things i wouldn't tell anyone
but there is one thing that i wish
i didnt Have to hide.
That is that I love you.
That I want you,
Every day more and more
I want to know that I'm the one
That gets to caress you,
Kiss you, and have you
Wrapped around my arms.
I'm ashamed of many things
But not you,
You are the last thing
I could ever be ashamed of
Specially because
I still remember you.



I remember you.
capitals no capitals. commas no commas. what is the difference? if you can read it, enjoy it. live it.
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.
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.
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.
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
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?
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.
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
Arturo Hernandez Jun 2013
It's me again.
I imagine this being a letter
That a Navy man writes to his woman
Six months after being over seas.
I can't imagine the joy that it will be
When you open this and kiss the letter as you're done reading it
(In this case it would probably be a screen)
      But no matter how you get this
Or how you think of how it should be
I want you to know that you mean a lot to me.
I know that you matter,
And you should know that you matter,
Because it's not everyday that I put things down on ink.
I've been thinking about you,
And the future me.
That One that gets to be together with you
In a future not too far from here (I hope).
I've seen some things, and
Experienced some things,
And it may be just a now-kind-of-thing
But I haven't experienced anything like you.
You have goals and ambitions
And you won't admit it
But you see your future
And how bright lit it is.
I just hope that it's me that you see
Standing next to you,
And you beside me,
Because it is you for me
When I squint my eyes and look at my blueprint.
The truth is that I don't know that you know
That I like to think about you
And all the wonderful things we could do,
Or all the wonderful things we could be.
In my mind I like to think
That you will be there for me,
And I can be there for you for whenever you need me.
There's not a whole lot that I can offer you
But I can assure you
That I'm working on being that someone for you.
There's only so much
I can work on at once
And only so much I want to accomplish
But I know that someday
I'll be able to adorn you
With all of the things you could ever want from me-
From letters,
To poetry,
To songs,
To jewelry,
To books,
To cars,
To houses,
To lipsticks,
And all of the things
A beautiful woman like you would ever want to see.
But who am I to promise a forever
When we can't even handle the now.
I feel so far away,
But still -
It's nice to think about.
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
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.
Arturo Hernandez May 2013
Do you believe
The reason why
You hurt so much
Is because your
World is just?
That because we care so much is
That we lose ourselves
And train of thought,
And don’t follow the way
We must?
Or how do you describe
These fallacies,
These rules that come
As prophecies?
By trying to catch
Fleeting fantasies?
No!
Open your eyes
And see for yourself
That all of this
Is vanity!
How dare you speak of love
When those feelings
Have made you lose sanity!
Those are not
Obtainable conjectures;
I’m sorry but it isn’t love
You need lecture in.
Love is perfect and you are not,
How can you condemn
What you have not?
It is not meant to please you
Or relieve you
From the solitude
That seeks you!
It is only to be found
Once you’ve known
How to hurt
And to enjoy
The pleasure of being
With her
Or without her!
You must first learn
That people will treat you
Wrong
And displease you,
But understand one thing,
And one thing only,
Love will find you
Once you’re ready
And you will never,
Ever,
Be lonely.
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.
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.
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

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