AndieBear

This is a poem I wrote when I was a Jr. in High School. I was quite proud to write some thing in French, as it was my 3rd year of classes, but I still couldn't understand those damn tape...they talk too fast. Anyway, if it's not proper french, don't yell at me, I can't remember that long ago (8-2-95)...here goes (translation to follow)...

Mourir
Je veux mourir,
Mais, Je ne peux pas,
Je veux retourner a le passe,
Mais, Je ne peux pas,

Vous ne m'aime plus,
Je veux mourir,
J'entendre vous,
Vous aimez elle,
Pas moi,

Ma vie, C'est la barbe,
N'avec pas vous,
Je veux dormir, toujours,
Mais, Je ne peux pas,
Pour quoi?

Vous ne pouves pas comprendre moi,
Vous ne m'aimez plus,
Oui, Je suis morte dans,


To Die
I want to die,
but, I can't,
I want to return to yesterday,
but, I can't

You don't love me anymore,
I want to die,
I hear you,
You lover her,
not me,

My life is dull,
Without you,
I want to sleep forever,
Why,

You can't understand me,
You don't love me anymore,
Yes, I am dead inside,

I know it's a little on the dramatic side, and since I'm married, I'll spare the rest of the world my cheesey poems of broken hearts...I'm just proud I could write something in French, kinda. Okay, you can laugh now...

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KWhite

hmmm
I liked it.

AndieBear

I just remembered I have a funny one about leaving my lunch money at home...I'm looking for it.

In the meantime...I found this poem too; called SOBER. It's one of my favorites because of what I was picturing in my head. I imagined these 2 guys-one white, the other black, sitting on a curb a few feet apart from each other and having the same feeling of lonliness and not being accepted. The cool part, is it's late at night, and so dark they are completely unaware of each others pressence. If they would just look harder, they would see each other, but they don't. (wow, I think my imaginary picture is cooler than the poem, but oh well...I said I would spare you my cheesey love poems so....)

Sober
In the darkness we sit,
Silent but sober,
We are together and
simultaniously alone,
Seperated from understandings,
you not I, and I not you,

Darkness engulfs us,
as we sit,
Sharing a common feeling,
Yet blinded by black,
We are unable to detect any
expression from each,
So we sit,
Silent but sober

potheadreturns2

Yes, andie bear, I was touched by this poem. Especially sober. And the imagery that is associated with the words. I could picture what you were saying before I read your description of what you wanted the energy to be. WRITE MORE!

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