Walking home

I've got my fitted Spurs cap on.

My headphones rest over, 

my ears are now covered, 

the bass is bumpin'.

my size 6 gauges are covered as well

the chord from the headphones run down my chest

it connects to "bass amplifier subwoofer" that clings to my pocket

the bass drum is kickin'.

the chord continues from the "subwoofer" and connects to my ipod

the ipod sits in the palm of my hand within my pocket

my shirt isn't tucked in; my pants are navy blue

the damn bass drum is thumpin'.

the shoes match my belt

my socks match my shirt and the bottom of the cap's bill

i've got my lucky hotdog boxer shorts

the bass guitar is jivin'.

Someday

I'm gonna hug ya until your eyes pop
I'm gonna swing you in my arms until the dizzys come
I'm gonna give you a big wet one of your cheek
I'm gonna hold you until I want to let go

Someday you'll figure out how much I miss you
Someday I'll tell you why
Someday I am going to grow some bigger balls
Someday I might just say goodbye

Foof

Tell me where you're going or
what is going wrong
I felt you leavin' before
You'd even gone

and hold me now
or never ever hold me again
no more talk
can take me from this pain i'm in
pain i'm in

see the moonlight shinin'
on your window pane
see it leave you
as faithful as it came

Please yourself so you
don't have to be afraid
make amends
or carry on another way
another way

tell me what you were thinkin'
to treat somebody so
the care he took
the lengths to which he'd go

coals are hot to walk across
without your shoes
but in the end
know that you got nothin' to lose
nothin' to lose

Sometimes I Miss You

Pictures are a terrible reminder.
Always reminding me of good times and good girls.
Good is a fib; there was nothing good about them, but how they looked and what it took
to make that look piercing back at me wanting more than just this one night.
The things I'd do to have you again in my grasp, under my wing, at my fingertips.
You knew how to make me roar, and have me chase for first base looking to round third and onto home plate.
It was when it was all fate, and it was all about getting that one date.
After that, the rest was in my court, my ball.
I'd say jump, and you'd leap.
I'd smile, you'd smile. I kissed, you kissed right back.
I touched, you touched back.
I'd take a hit, you'd take the next.

One more day

don't worry sweetie, I'll be home before you know it
one of these days we are gonna see the world
one of these days we are gonna travel the US
its gonna be one of those things people call "a roadtrip"

once we finish up in Hawaii, we'll travel to the moon
i've got a good view up there that I think we should check out
we can lay down and watch the meteors soar on by
we can defy gravity, defy all logic laying around in street clothes

if only the sun shined on us forever
if only the dark side of the moon didn't come so soon
if only we can stay happy in this moment forever
maybe we didn't have to live in the cold shadows

it's time to go home though
i'm sorry for dragging you out here
it seemed like a good idea in my head
you're just what I need, I swear
but it's time to go
we'll meet again, one day
just take it one day at a time

I kept your drawing

It's safe in the back of my book. I brought it out the other day just to return to the moment. I got carried away in the feeling. I remember the way he touched you. I remember his hidden motives. I remember his ways and how he treated you. I remember because he told me. He tells me. He talked to me about you. I wish he never did. I wish I didn't know all the things he mentioned when you weren't around. You were something gorgeous, something different. You are one of the those hidden gems, one of those pearls found at the bottom of the ocean stuck in a clam. I don't know why I keep that drawing. Maybe to show you how much I really do care, and how much I really have been wondering about you. Maybe I kept it to remind myself of you and him, and how we should never be. Maybe I keep it because I can actually show people proof that someone got me one day. You understood me that day creatively. That is why I kept your drawing. That is why I kept my drawing.

darling ain't it the truth

hold me now, never ever hold me again
i miss you so so so
much, i just can't feel
your head's imprinted on my pillow,
in my mind, in my mind.

don't leave me hanging;
if i do, please let me know
i'm sorry for not calling you
it's just in my head I see it done, through
your absence haunts my dreams
how can i be, when you aren't near?

i thought we had it all figured out
i thought i had it under wraps
i thought i knew what the problem was, perhaps?
i miss you too much; i want to turn away
i want to runaway and never come back.
at one point, I wanted you to runaway with me.
things, right now, just don't look like that

I'm sorry for having a heart like so
i just don't know what else to show
i'm hurting baby, far beneath, further than you'd ever know
i'm just trying to cope, darling
but i'm drowning and have forgotten how to swim
i would kiss you if i could
but i can't kiss someone who never really was here nor there

i went on tricking myself like I always do.
i went on believing in anyone else, but me again
i went on disappointing myself just like good ole times
I went went on losing you like I never knew you
I wish I could say I knew you like I did in this very moment forever
but darling that just ain't so true

Helpless Romantic

I am in a rut, I'm going nuts. I've seen beauty. I've seen booty. I've lusted. I've loved. I've kissed. I've "chugga-chugged". I've laughed. I've cried. I've smiled. I've frowned. I've sung. I've screamed. You've been beautiful in my dreams You've been ugly in my thoughts. I told you I liked you. You told me you liked me. I'll make you smile again, I'll sweep you off your feet again.

this latino had a bad day again

It's 1:52 a.m. and I'm dragging ass. I'm working on a paper talking about authorial devices, blogging, how describe what the author is saying in his writing. Of course, I decided to wait this work out until Sunday night. It didn't bother me waiting until tonight though. I need to get this work done. I'm on a mission. No more 'facebook'ing, just blogging. Latinos need a voice in this nation, why not me? I'm ranting. I'm deviating from my homework. I need to continue to write more. I need to quit being a little bitch. I need to stop feeling sorry for myself. Maybe I just need a good cry. I haven't had one of those in a while. I wasn't home for mother's day. This is the second time this has happened in the past three years. Okay, back to write. ccyyyyaaaaaaa <------Blue October - Hate

Monday

I smiled. You laughed. I kicked you. You kicked back. I smiled. You laughed.

ENGL 328: Writing, Style & Technology

Hello Cheryl Cassidy, This is my personal blog. I normally don't use this blog for public usage. I posts personal poems and short stories. I just thought I'd give you a heads up. However, I will be putting my posts on this blog. It is in synch with my gmail account, so I really have no other choice. No biggie. Look out for some more credible pieces of writing! Arturo

I can't walk

the mountain seems so high up. I don't know if I can do this. come on. we are almost there. just keep with it. you've got it. i'm losing my breath. my feet are killing me. we should leave. noooo! don't let me down. we just need a little bit more time. we just need a few more minutes. you promise? i need to make sure you're certain. i don't know what to do. don't worry so much. you need to relax. do what you got to do. i miss you too. ok, i trust you. but, hold my hand. i need your help. will you help me? i'll help you. just be willing to learn. you're hands are cold. you're gleaming with beauty. you're sweet. when are you leaving? i wish you would stay. i leave soon. i came to see you one last time. i wish i could stay too. don't get sad. i know you have to leave. when will you be back? i will be back a very long time from now. i'm going to miss you so much. i'm going to miss you too. come back to me. promise to never forget me? i will. i promise to be back. this is going to suck.

write away

right away i found my place within the words trapped in my brain write away is what i did to cope and to ease the pain right away i lost my mind in the eyes of your beauty write away is how i dealt with my crush even though it seemed a bit fruity right away i wrote away when i figured out i couldn't tell you what i really wanted to say write away is what i always told myself when the demons crept up and got in the way right away i spoke to myself in print on my journal where they always would stay write away is how i dealt with my demons within and their mischievous horseplay Can you read my words? Can you feel my pain? Do you understand now what it feels to be away?  I want to remember how to forget your love. Forget that, I just want it around. I want you in my arms where together we'll lay.

Hey you

Hey sweetheart, The world is sleeping, and I am...numb. It's almost 3, and the day will soon begin new. I want to destroy the chirping birds that echo throughout the dark cold night. I hate you so much right now. I can bleed and not feel pain, but for some reason I cannot like/love without your presence. It's different. It's unusual. I just want you near. I think about you constantly. I can't believe what I put myself through. I'm falling, and I don't like it. It's not right; it doesn't feel like the right way. I can't help but think the worst. I can't believe it. Will you still love me in July? Did you ever get close to that point? Have you held back? Should I do the same? I wish I knew what I was doing. I wish I knew who you were doing. I wish I didn't. I wish my mind didn't work like this. I wish and bitch way too much. Don't forget me. Promise me that? Turo

What's it worth to you?

Would you do it all again? Was it worth your time? Was it worth the pain? If you could would you do it again? Would you change it up? Would you just give up? Was it worth the thought? Was she worth your time? Should you have you have let it happen? Should you have let him do it? Should you have stayed with her? Could you really make her happy? Is it time to say goodbye? Is it time to move on? Will it be that easy? How do you know everything will be alright? Was she really that easy? Do you think he really cares? Do you think he thinks like you? How could you let this happen? Where do you go from here? Will it all be worth it? How can you say no? Why now? Where did he leave to? How come I can't see him now? Why can't she just understand? Why can't you all understand? Is he really what you'd thought he'd be? How many times have we gone through this? How many times has she said it's going to be OK? How come? Why now? What is it? Would you talk to me? Should I have treated you better? Were you ever there? How much do you really believe everything that comes out of your mouth? When is enough, enough? Why can't you just stop? What are you doing with your life? Why can't you see what we see? When will we arrive to your conclusion? When will you see the pain you've embedded within us? Do you really think is was worth it all? Do you really think it was worth your time? Are you complacent with you life? Are you tired of it all? What more can you do? What more can you say? Why do you care to listen? Why do you care to breathe? Why have you chosen today? Why not yesterday? How does it feel to be wrong? Is this getting through to you and your thick skull? When will you quit smiling for once? When will you frown when you are sad? When will speak up when wrongdoing is being done? Why aren't they speaking up? Why haven't they asked how we're doing? Why do they turn away and act like nothing is wrong? Why are they hypocrites? Why can't you speak up for once? Why can't you say anything? Weren't you supposed to be the good ones? Weren't you supposed love us unconditionally? Weren't you supposed to care? Why has it come down to this? Why can't we breathe like normal human beings? Why can't all of this be a dream? Why us? Why you and me? Ever thought things could be perfect? What about normal? What is normal? Who is normal? Why are they normal? Don't you believe me? Don't you think anymore? Where are the answers to these questions? Where is our safe haven? Will this ever go away?