"hernandez" poems
“Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us begin.”
― Mother Teresa
May mga panahon sa buhay ko na nasayang, may mga darating pa siguro pero baka hindi ko na maabutan, tanging ang ngayon ang tangan ko sa aking palad. Sisiguraduhin ko na hindi ito masasayang. Gagamitin ko at pagyayamanin ang ngayon ko sapagkat ito lang ang oras na hawak ko. Magsusulat ako ng mga salitang matulain kahit hindi nila ito tanggapin. Kahit ako lang ang tunay na aangkin sa aking simulain. Kahit malalim ang dagat na aking lulusungin kapos man ang bait ito’y aking gagamitin at titimbulanin.
Walang yumayaman sa pagsusulat ng tula at ang buhay ng isang makata sa panukat ng lipunan ay laging salat. Pero wala na akong magagawa napasubo na ako, matagal ko na itong nilimot at tinalikuran subalit para itong isang sumpang anino na laging nakasunod ayaw akong tantanan. Mabuti pa ang nag-uulat sa radyo at telebisyon dahil may nakikinig pero sa sumusulat ng tula bihira lang ang lumilingap. Putang-Ina bakit ba kasi ito pa ang nakahiligan ko?
Siguro dahil dito ako sumasaya, kasi nagagawa kong bigyang tinig ang tahimik kong isipan. Bakit kasi hindi na lang ako naging payak sa lahat ng bagay lalo na sa gawaing pag-iisip? Bakit kasi masyado akong mapagmasid, mausisa at malikhain sa pagsasalarawan ng mga bagay-bagay? Bakit ayaw magpahinga ng aking diwa?
Hindi naman ako magaling sa tugmaan at sa pagkatha ng mga kinakailangang sukat kaya kinalimutan ko na ito. Pero may ulol na bumulong sa akin “ok lang yan may free verse naman e kung hindi mo kaya ipahayag sa tugmaan gamitin mo ang malayang taludturan”. Kaya ito nanaginip na naman ako ng gising at tinatawag ang sarili ko na isang “makabagong makata”. Putang Ina makatang walang pera at laging nangungutang. Buti man lang sana kung makukuha ko kahit ang kalahati ng tagumpay nina Walt Whitman, Amado V. Hernandez, Jose Corazon De Jesus at Francisco Balagtas o kahit na si Emilio Mar Antonio na lang – e tiyak na hindi naman.
Kanina pa tumatakatak ang tiklado ng aking computer, ayaw ko nang magsulat pero may demonyo na tumutulak sa akin para gawin ito. Ayaw akong patahimikan ng putang-ina. Kaya’t heto ako at nagpupursige parin. Ang makabagong makata ay hindi na muling tatalikod sa tawag ng tulaan. Kahit walang pera magpapatuloy ako kasi dito ako masaya, masaya pero malungkot din. Ewan, madalas hindi ko maintindihan. Hindi ko na muling sasayangin ang natitirang oras ko.
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 3:31 AM UTC
I don’t freestyle.
I write my things down.
Though I wish that I could spit when I talk **** and pitch in metaphors so quick they zip right past you with a swing and a miss.
That’s why I pick up my pen and pad, or my phone if it has a charge,
Go to the memos app and find a knife that is sharp.
Crack open my rib cage and pull out my beating heart.
Squeeze that ***** dry till it bleeds the right part.
But this prune has no juice now.
This prune has no use now.
Its beats have no sync it looks gray, old, and used out.
It burned out its pacer, and its fuse just fused out,
It’s excuses?
That I used it when I couldn’t use it.
I abused and confused it.
It gave me all that I wanted but its plasma was useless.
So much material came night after night.
Every time it gave more. I just brushed it aside.
My table was covered with all my insides,
But none of it perfect. None of it right.
I squeezed and I squeezed till my fingers went numb.
The nail on my index was cutting into my thumb.
Desperate for a punch line to make the crowds go dumb.
Screaming and owing these ******* gonna come.
Too caught up on what they wanted I let my heart dry.
Too caught up living their life I let my heart die.
It turned out that turned up turned into a lie.
I turned into some one torn from their real life.
Now I’m resting my heart for a while.
It’s in the hands of a misses that cares for it now.
That’s why I don’t freestyle.
I write my **** down.
-J.Cruz Hernandez
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 7:51 AM UTC
i took your **** and ran with it,
went miles into distance while you constantly clinged to the past
girl I'm tired of it.
How am I suppose to get in if he still has the original and I was givin the spare key,
I'm me and no where near him reason why you always keep runnin back lookin for a safe haven, but in reality sorry that ******** I ain't takin ,
must be mistaken,
I'm havin you second all the time I made you first,
like an unwelcomed tenet,
or low rank lieutenant,
I'm undermined, while hes underlined,
made into a bold figure,
but I stack real figures,
and don't make you feel bitter like this *****
Just don't mention why you quiver , I know the reason why you internally bleedin , stress in ya eyes swollen from the cries in the night, it ain't right.
but yet you fall back to him , then call me later? I gave you my words, last time was the last. So to bad if it didn't last, and both ends of the ties leave you to grieve and gravel on the gravel , yeah sit there and babble , yeah I ponder the river creeks for years
now im off the love boat, I skidattled , faught the more fishes in the sea with broken paddle promise not to commit unless it was suicide or a contract with a person I don't trust after marriage and can't truly settle with.
so the others who wanted me are shunned, and you ? Is of no concern to my conscience , my once brown poccahauntus who haunted
my nights , and Asian moon cake who left with the wrong shake wen I coulda move mountain cause I was the real earthquake to shake the floor beneath you and let you see the plummit to a deeper meaning. Thank for leavin.
Asmathic or not,
I remain breathing.
by Emmanuel Hernandez
aka
Linguist Musician aka Deep thought
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 6:31 AM UTC
Hindi ako kumakain ng tae o umiinom ng ihi,
Lalo namang hindi ako humahalik sa tumbong.
Lumaki ako’ng mahirap at naranasan ko’ng maapi,
Pero kahit kelan hindi sumuko ang diwa ko,
Laging nakikipaglaban ang puso’t isipan ko.
Nakabilanggo ako sa sistema na kinasusuklaman ko,
Oo bilanggo ang katawan ko ng pangangailangan para
Mabuhay pero mulat ang isipan ko. Ang hampas-lupa
Ko lang na katawan ang nakabilanggo subalit ang puso at
Isip ko kailanman hindi mapipiit.
Nakikinig ako pero hindi ibig sabihin na naniniwala ako,
Nagbabasa ako pero hindi nangangahulogan na tinatanggap ko ito.
Ang malayang isipan ang pinaka-mataas na antas ng pakikipaglaban,
Kailanman hindi ito masusupil, apoy ito ng kaluluwang hindi kailanman
Mapapatay; mananatili itong nagliliyab.
Hindi ako sumisigaw sa kalsada o nag-aarmas habang
Nakakanlong sa mga gubat pero patuloy ako’ng tumututol.
Ginagamit ko ang aking panulat sa paglaban. Rebelde ako’ng
Lagalag na hindi matatahimik. Maangas ang aking panulat at
Nagliliyab ang aking mga letra.
Rebelde, aktibista, radikal, militante, sosyalista, komunista,
Ateista, anarkista – oo lahat ng yan ay ako. All in one ika nga,
Kung saan ang dehado dun ako pumapanig ayaw ko sa mga liyamado
Sapagkat karamihan sa kanila ay tarantado. Pro-labor, pro-masa
Pro-poor siguro nga ganyan ako. Kaya marahil pro-Bonifacio ako at
Hindi pro-Rizal. Kaya siguro idolo ko si Nelson Mandela, Gandhi,
Malcolm X, Amado V. Hernandez at iba pang radikal
kasi tulad nila meron akong Malayang Isipan.
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 7:40 AM UTC
o darling oh wohw ohhh dar-ling oh wohw wohw wohw dahrrr-leeeing some gunman walked into the mall
who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for I said Sarah Palin with my cross-hair target I shot Gabby Giffords who saw her fall? I said gun laws people with my little eye I saw her fall who caught her blood? I said Daniel Hernandez who placed pressure to her wound with my finger caught her blood who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for who'll make the shroud? I said Cochise County ranchers pressuring for tougher Mexican border laws I'll make the shroud with my thread and needle who'll interpret what she stood for? I said Tea Party constituents with my pick and shovel I’ll dig her grave who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for who'll be the minister? I said Washington lobbyists with my little book I’ll be the minister who'll be the clerk? I said the media if it's not in the dark I'll be the clerk who'll carry the link I said Twitter I'll fetch it in a minute I'll carry the link who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for who'll be chief mourner? I said American people I mourn for my love I’ll be chief mourner who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for who'll carry the consequence? I said destitute lost their homes to Wall Street banks if it's not through the night I'll carry the moment who'll bear the sadness? We said the world both man and woman We'll bear sadness who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for who'll sing a psalm? I said the poet as she sat on a bush I'll sing a psalm who'll toll the bell? I said factory worker because I can pull I'll toll the bell for all people of the land fell a-sighing a-sobbing when they heard the bell toll for poor Gabby Giffords. who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for some gunman walked into the mall 9 mm Glock in his hand shot a bullet through her head 13 wounded 6 dead including little 9 year old girl Christina-Taylor Green who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for
marching bands make me cry i don’t know why they’re so dazzling beautiful fun playing their instruments marching in uniformed unison they melt my heart eyes wet with sadness joy who shot Gabby Giffords? some gunman walked into the mall
Jan 28, 2011
Jan 28, 2011 at 2:19 AM UTC
The sky last night was searching for the Moon,
Alone the sky roamed to the edge of the morning gloom,
The sky stayed in its place wondering where the Moon went,
But the Moon betrayed and played with Earth’s warm chest,
The Earth beckoned softly for the Moon to come down,
His words were lofty and soothed the Moons crown,
The Moon crept by the sky, smiled and said her goodbyes,
As the Earth waited patiently for both worlds to collide,
The Moon and the Earth hid deep below the crest,
The Earth kissed the Moons neck, the Moons chills broke a sweat,
The more the Earth took the more the Moon gave,
The more more that was stolen the more they both raged,
They both laid in the meadows of The Land of the Lost,
They both played together, they both vigorously tossed,
The Moon felt the Earths waves crash against her surface,
The Moon cried into the night and begged Earth for more tidal surges,
Both bodies entwined, Both worlds did collide,
The Moon caused Earth’s tsunamis, The Earth caused Moon to cry,
The Moon was exhausted, The Earth still stood strong,
But the sky sent wind for the moon, for she was gone for too long,
The Earth took the Moon,
Where she wished to go most,
The Earth takes the Moon,
When the Sky’s eyes are like Ghosts,
Empty
-J.Cruz Hernandez
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 12:57 AM UTC
Its like I sit and watch the world go by cruisng to oldies,
feeling new inside, but outside is a face of a man who will attack if you dont know me.
gut instinct is below me homie, piece of mind,
dont change your words if you cant cash the truth but besides that...
See im not perfect I lost ties and made knots that made me fall from my own tension with no intentions to stand even if I can, I cant, im grounded by my mistakes that relvolve around me, reminding me what I did made me what I am.
AS I stay subsiding in a position thats clearily hiding,
binding my chest compressed against my last breath , to save what little life I have left in a world where title nor status mean nothing when your an ******* to those you called your best interest I do confess im that lowlife as i cruise still music speak to my esscense releiving me for those seconds im just a person again but after that im back at it again
..I dont write for pitty so let that be known, im just here to vent this steam that once stood ablazed passion for a love that is now a shack of memories in my head of your smile and gestures a feeling I onced called home now ruins from what i ruined, foolish I am.
Clueless more than anything to let many so many slip away im the worst fisherman of love.
because I use my soul as bait, and little by little i let the big ones escape an take chunks of me away to a place I can never retrieve it, so believe it im that space
im that vessle ive became the shell of a hermit , hollow and skirmish.
Tarnished, and used,
debri left as rubble to make roads,
but none to pave my own cause I have no resources
cause im that alone....shit,
maybe I can just leave it for those who wish me back if I do something foolish like giveback the life Ive live, for a plaque and a name and a date?
or should I just lookback and keep cruisin passed the bruissin and showin scars of my mistakes as a human,
all I know is....nothing,
and thats why I stay cruissin, freedom of the road and music,
away from the world and my ruins.
-Deep Though aka
Linguist Musician
aka Emmanuel Hernandez
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 10:46 PM UTC
You stabbed me in the back, and expect me not to bleed.
Now every time you stand behind me you expect me to breath with ease,
You stabbed me in the back, and expect me not to see.
Though you sowed it up and closed it up its still infected, blue, and green.
You stabbed me in the back, and expect the pain to leave.
Still I feel the steel cut deep beneath cutting through every vain and stained your sleeve.
You stabbed me in the back, and now expect of me,
To walk ***** to talk correct, and to act like life’s lovely,
You stabbed me in the back, and I’m expecting you to see.
That you stabbed me in the back, and I’m trying not to scream.
You stabbed me in the back, but the one to blame is me.
I turned and left you cold and wet and expected you to plead.
I stabbed you in the chest, and expected you to smile at me.
-J.Cruz Hernandez
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 6:47 PM UTC
last I wanna see or hear
is you cried.
cause the pain I get from that hurts inside.
I feel your sorrow,I feel how hollow.
But remember,If i'm in your heart then move on to tomorrow.
Cant you see? Baby?
The love I have is truly, eternally,And specifically yours?
The only women in my life that I adore.
That I respect and cherish each sec,when you take away my breath.
with you I live for.
Do or don't tell me more,
If you wanna keep to yourself I understand,and I respect that.
But baby when you cry,its my job,my priority to prevent that.
Make sure that,each tear is less dense and not emotionally filled.
its not your fault,it never will.
So please don't regret any choice you made babe,cause my love will ill.
I know you cry to get it out and,It will never happen when my heart is in.
Each tear will dissapear,and any fear,we'll overcome.
As long as I can heal it,With God's help Love will always be sung.
With each breath from my lungs,not asthma can prevent me,to stop running with those tears.
I catch each one,kiss each one,and let the pain dissapear...
Not one will slip,from my hand,
As long as your heart has grip on me,
I help you stand.
YOU'LL never need another hand.
Cause my heart,my love,MY trust,I will be the only man.
3-28-12
Each day,
each week,
each kiss we give,
every time we speak,
I fall hard with love for you so strong it leaves me weak,but I still give.
MY BOO! I mean,your my one,and only!.
DONT ever forget,I'm here,you never are lonely.
BAbe,
My pookie,
My joy.
my sweet cookie,
Lovey dovey chipsahoy.
sweet kissy kiss smoochy smoochy.
EACH moment with you is filled with bliss,
romance,and butterflies make heart and stomach lift.
Tisk-tisk-tisk
Yeah! -.-
→You now you always win.
In any love fight we have,
but I always win if we both end up cuddlin.
And snugglin,with alotta smoochy! smoochy!
Cmon admit it ;)
(its a tie),
Don't cha think mi pookie?
Haha I love everytime we hold hands,and its like there's no limmit to our convos.
No matter where we stand
You light my side up with one smile,a blessing to witness and have,your time and attention,
I can go on for miles.
I CAN say the things that makes your day,And remind you of my support and love for you,Like I did last nite.
Before you went to bed,
You gotta a text from me,and you read,all the sweet comforting.Words that I wrote,
you can almost hear me sing.
Even if my voice is bad,
I'm glad that your nite was made, And I can rest myself.
Knowing our love safe,
And your tears are saved.
BY: Emmanuel JV Hernandez
6/28/12
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC
prove to me....
prove it to me!
because..
words are just words, show it to me!
don't let me stay sick,
be the cure!
Be there for me,
stay by my side.
Love could be there,
just don't cover it with lies!
Love me,
don't let this chance slip.
Having me is better than having a wrist slit.
Scared to commit??
Why would you?
You stayed a loyal friend
all these years,
now why wouldnt you?
Step up and be the person the to shut it down.
Uplift me,
save me me from this deep blues,
and deep scars before I drown.
protect me!
Be the love and armor that's shines beyond distance of sound.
Be the air that I breath,be the path i walk.
Each step with on you can be real and not just talk.
Is what I feel,
put my heart on lock. prove it to me....
times in life are late rough.
Not you,the clock...
tic without the tock,
zip without the lock
hip without hop
click without the clip and gloc..
is you without me,and I know if you need me,its will never stop..
real talk,or walk lies,
step up,is forever hear my misery in the friendzone,not ties.
By: Emmanuel jv Hernandez
7/7/12
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 10:06 PM UTC
i spur with emotions, drinkin lots potions feeelin nautious yet still hopin,to come out this truth i cant stomach like vommit.
sick with the love bites im scratchin, feeling whats left of my heart, a fraction, my souls is cracked in, sea beast that dwells deep like the crackin,
my actions seem to hold no bounds,snortin pounds,
i keep gettin chained up like kratos, getting chased by hell hounds,
go around my mind, youll see a fault, of my own,
cant stand myself **** ***** im all alone
im pintched tight between **** i dont like,
i choose to be!! only me myslef and I be
dealin with drama , thats takin heavy not lightly.
just a thougth i always ponder.. to creek and somber,
into a sleep were river flows deep like my mind,and conscious.
i fight daily, mind body nd soul, im lossin myself im no longer a whole, ima shell of what i used to be, fill me up with slug, thats all i wish well...that you can recite as my eulogy..
BY: Emmanuel Jv Hernandez
5/23/14
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC
The shape of her eyes
built with the truth
to keep her love a disquise
dark eye shadow her past as my proof
Ive seen and held her when she cried
I would never tell a lie
I keep my words smooth
mi cara linda
"even when I say bye
i still look into her eyes
just to say I love you"...
Her eyes change color
emotions and stress
built on another
leaving her without rest
The fire that burn inside
spirit wanting to be free
in the deepness of her mind
cant you see? her love is mine!
I see in her eyes
the story deep behind
the very knot & hard ties
twist and many turn arguments that left dry tear trail scars
and fear burns
.
many had held her down,
even when she was right.
mamacita they block your shine
cause they scared ill make you mine.
BY: Emmanuel jv Hernandez
7/7/12
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC
Maria Hernandez
I wasn't expecting to be broken
All I wanted was to be loved
but all I ever got was short-spoken.
It didn't matter what I said
It didn't matter what I wanted
To you, it only matters what I spread.
Didn't you hear me say NO the first time?
Why did I ever think you would hear me the third one?
The way I felt inside was a crime
I wasn't expecting to be broken
Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 2:24 AM UTC
I lay awake in bed holding my breath
grippin the sheets feeling close to death
Dreamin a world without you will have me feeling helpless and worthless less of a human being.
You make me better
I wish I known you sooner, I woulda never had let you get hurt,
having ya feelings growin in dirt,
like other losers.
on my knees tellin beggers cant be choosers,
on my knees with a promise ring tellin at least my love wont bruise ya.
Cause people took you for granted,
but no longer will you need a fistt,
all will you need is your lips cause ima have your hand in something to be,
future maybe?? Have another baby?
its crazy but thats life, when you pushin up daisy.
Mamita im lazy,
but my heart is not, it stands on two feet while holding its own just like you baby, it wants you as its crown.
So you can be held on top.
On top of my world and on my mind,
cause thats where you are in reality almost all the time.
Pardon my feelings that grow ahead of time, pass the ceilin thats just life on a heart monitor,
always on a thin line, cause you take my breath away , barly breathin.
So dont mind my-
my sweet Dear, i only fear for for my heart to be taken or mistaken for something its not so I reveal my soul to you, cause thats all i got,
you on my mind alot and i think?
see I cant stop!
I dont know why? Ima hot head , with you in my mind im hot
in the skys like a star that been shot,
and the heat is commin,the hots for you have me burnin,
and im alil concernin i hope im not being played cause then from this will, you defeat its purpose, and ima be back at square one again,
feeling worthless,
i open my self ahead of time,
so i pull open the close curtains so,
you can see thru my eyes in time you will know for certain,
that i am the realist! but i am not all perfect,
im just ahead of the curve like script cursive.
By: Emmmanuel jv Hernandez
7/6/13
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 12:45 AM UTC
How dare you.....ask for so much,
I gave you air, i soothed your lust,
I held your fears away, loved you till you blushed,
How dare you ask for soo much...
I kept you calm,when i held your palms,
when **** got wrong i held you afloat, strengthen you to believe in hope when it was lost, i was your back bone, i made you strong...
how dare you ask for soo much, again i wont,
i would've would stood in the front lines, soo the paycheck could caress any of your desires and interest,
How dare you, leave and come back again,as if nothing never ever had happened..
A conversation?? how dare you ask for soo much...
A picture??? How dare you ask for soo much...
A hug???? How dare you ask for soo much....
you want the stuff?? too bad..How dare you ask for soo much, your actions wont repay anything you done to me,soo much I wont dare to tend too your need and wants...
So Dare ask for more, Cause ive given enough and i wont ever take it back,
time has it now, your left with an empty housed and heart, now you know what a man like me is about...
How dare you.....
BY: Emmanuel jv Hernandez
5/7/14
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
An acquaintance of the deceased,
Hernandez was quizzed by police.
If charged, he'll post bail
for a tight end in jail
cannot even shower in peace!
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 7:43 AM UTC
Nothing was the same...
nothing was the same when you left my side,
I was cold and deprived of the eyes that i loved and the waist that i hugged.
Nothing was the same....and I...cant..
Nothing was the same when I saw you again, with another,
my souls mirror cracked, and flooded my heart with shards that stopped my heart the moment our eyes locked.
i wanted to be under the covers!and I cant..get away from it all, I wanted it all back but at the time I don't want a inch,or a fraction...
none of which would replenish the satisfaction, we once had...
Nothing was the same, i drink my thoughts watching the rain.
ponderin and ponderin wonderin,and wanderin where would I be if you followed back to the place were we once laid not so long ago,
i heard the bell toll,and we kiss soo , much passion filled the air, now its nothing more than fumes of my lungs blackening, whats happening??
I know....
Nothing was the same, and living I cant, but surviving I am..
BY: Emmanuel jv Hernandez
5/7/14
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC
This ******* writers block has me claustrophobic.
The pressure of the air around me has me struggling to breath.
My hand is sore from an imminent future of carpal tunnel syndrome,
And my mind is wandering from a sad past that I won’t remember.
Age has taken its toll on me and this youth of mine is wasted.
The only things I have left to admire are the women that remain unmoved by my lack of maturity, and remain despite my ignorance.
I’ve written quite a bit throughout my years, but I have never created anything that has fully filled the void left by a presence that was never there.
I’ve never written anything that will satisfy my need of a perfectly paradoxical phrase that will always be embedded within your soul, or mine, and yet i continue to write.
Even now as the keys on the keyboard quickly click and clack together.
I search through the vast and endless realms of the universe for a glimpse of a spark that will ignite the fuse of the core of my imagination, and have all the thoughts that i have ever thought blown out from an explosion so vast and powerful that those thoughts would become desperate.
Hopefully, through their desperation they will come together.
One can only wish that those thoughts will rearrange themselves, and create a logical structure that will one day come back to me.
The thought of death does not scare me.
The thought of being forgotten in my times when the world seems new breaks my very existence.
The pressures of the world don’t way heavy on my shoulders,
But if I could come up with something to write it would be awesome.
-J.Cruz Hernandez
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 3:51 PM UTC
They were so poor,
their children played on dusty roads;
Mother Mary
cleaned her face with her own tears,
the hand
that once touched her became a clinched fist
Ana didn’t want to bring another child into this world,
but a family
was the only way they knew how to live;
they didn't own anything
except the flowers in the window
They need
to learn more about their people;
The only way
she could feed her baby was her body;
She felt safe
until her son needed real food
She prayed
for her body to keep fighting;
fighting for her children
her ******* remained full;
He knew she was kind
but she didn’t feel that way
The dust covered her heart
and the shoes she wore;
so he bought her a dress
even to wear in the hot desert sun
It was red
and fit her like sin
between two people in love
When she wore it
the other women watched quietly
She wore it for a week;
every day without washing
He watched her quietly
knowing she was strong
Then she took the dress off
and kissed Mary’s hand
She gave the dress to her best friend,
Juanita Hernandez;
Juanita washed the dress
while Ana fed her child;
the dress would be shared
because they shared the dust in the air
Their husbands couldn't wait
for their wife’s turn with the dress;
a red dress was for love
and not sin in the desert sun
They were so poor
the dust covered their memories;
but the dress was bright
and they wore it with dignity
A poor woman
is as beautiful as a rich woman
even if her stomach is empty
and her heart has become hard
She saw the other men
look at her when it was her turn;
she knew they wanted her
even though she was so sad,
the dress made them see;
They knew how she could love them,
but instead
she gave it back to Juanita Hernandez
Then she gave thanks to Mary again;
For her children still loved her
and her husband remembered why
he gave her the dress
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 10:05 PM UTC
Francisco
An opened heart, a loyal soul, a keeper of what must not be known.
A piece of his heart is planted for everyone where love had time to grow.
Lover of the silence when he is to himself,
The volumes spoken when with each word emotions are shown,
The knowledge which is sought to feed the brain itself.
Who feels the pressure of society with every step he takes,
The splinters in his chest from recent heartbreak,
Like his world keeps on spinning as he writes thoughts down.
Who fears he must, in society’s eyes, be second rate,
The movements of lips with malicious intent carrying no sound,
The concept of religion for he thinks that’s the world’s end.
Who would like to see how human life began,
His books on their tables with the words speaking his own truth,
Peace to reach from the deepest abyss to the point of every mountain.
Resident of his take it day by day, love every moment, leased youth.
Delacruz-Hernandez
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 10:54 AM UTC
This frustration is overtaking my ability to function properly,
I'm not depressed, but I do detest that this situation has unbalanced my harmony.
I lost a part of me, or did I let her go?
Was it me that could not see? It was I who closed his eyes and this I know.
I know that in that desperate act I was with good intentions.
I know that i mentioned many times how i planned to present it.
Did I plan too much? Did I put too much effort in the attempt to correct myself?
"Don't fix what isn't broken." That's how she expressed herself.
It was I that was broken not she who pleads with silent screams.
Was it selfish to leave simply to see if i could be the man of my dreams?
I dreamed of a King who would care for his Queen.
Shield her from pain. Dry her from rain, and kiss her so sweet.
I can no longer continue with this poem cause sugar is bitter.
Call me a quitter.
-J.Cruz Hernandez
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 12:03 PM UTC
the speed of a falling raindrop
is 32 feet per second
it's something constant
i have read about
at the science section
of a worn down daily.
given different conditions
and cloud forms from nimbus
to cumulonimbus
or if there even exist heavier,
darker, sulkier clouds,
then it will remain the same.
raindrops will drop at that speed
like the way cherry blossoms
fall at 5 centimeters per second
as identified by Shinkai
accompanied by that sad story,
sad love song and sad vibrant colors.
i have always expressed
adoration at constants
starting at elementary algebra
when miss hernandez introduced
the concept of non changing
ever the same values
unaffected things
like pi or the gravitional pull
or even the speed of light itself.
i always get to thinking
if constant hearts ever exist
or if it does, for how long?
ever changing had been
a major human quality
so is inconsistence
a constant in the human heart?
the anatomy of a constant heart
is a favorite mind palace of mine
i wander at the highest floor
taking my time to build up what would be
the ideal constancy and perfection to me
a woman of digits, numbers and measures
a paradox of consistent inconsistencies
wrapped around every pumping chamber
smooth muscles embracing the equation
like dialogues of yes's and no's
between tissues and muscles and blood
a focus group discussion of conflicting parallels
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 11:53 AM UTC
Where was you when I fell , how cliche of a statement to tell,
no! Where was you ? Not here aparently,
seems like yesturday, another cliche,
**** it! I can rhyme all day.
I just need to know whats the point of money?
I GET IT, I loose it, i spend it , I abuse it.
I dont want it but I need it, Is money air?
Cos I dont wanna breathe Im stressed from the atmosphere making me share.
I rather be ghost watch time fly by , maybe write a book to tell about my times travel,
about love from afar, how its pure but scared,
Have it published then be awarded rubish, cos there no success or achievement when you see the half cup cruisin the highway and you decide to *** in it.
LIFE How its concieved , how I precieve it ? IS newspaper Id keep under table to stop wobbling.
Am I rude, yeah, and unconventional so?
Im used to the self sabotage and abuse as a noose to climb up different challenges just to call a truce.
By EMMANUEL jv Hernandez
Aka Linguist musician
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 12:20 AM UTC
From the heat from my chest to yours, a night fire, heavy breathing, steady motion, a storm, arise.
Fire that's burning inside, passion love that cant be divide.It truly inspires me how your lips caress mines.How the single touch of your hand on my back, gripping,holding, pushing against me, while I push back.
Slow motion of the ocean, forward and back, slipping and sliding, rubbing and grinding,eyes on lock, lips are locked, heated session.Our love making obsession, sensation, goosebumps, caressin your neck, holding your hands, biting your lips, grabbing your thighs, oh my how our bodies lay intertwined.
Right before the night is over, the sun approaches and the *** is sober.I lay upon you, your legs on my shoulder, move them to my waist, in between you, to be closer to your face.To stare into the eyes of grace.Our love making has created a hold in the twilight zone place.Something that can be remembered for all the time, wen watch the sun rise.In bed intertwined, holding you close to my heart, in the lovely is the heated night, we stay passionate and love till the moon and sun rise till fall.
By: Emmanuel Jv Hernandez
3-1-12
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 9:58 PM UTC