Je veux te connaître.

Pourquoi ne peut-il pas être aussi facile que "Je t'aime"? 
Je veux te connaître.
Je veux connaitre comment ton cœur bat, 
comment tu déplacez ton pieds à la rythym de pluie d'été. 
Je veux pas connaitre qu'est-ce que tu crois, mais qu'est-ce que vous pouvez croire. 
Je veux te connaître.



It has been a constant barrage of bullets I've been matrix-ing lately, I've missed posting. Anyways, this is my rough French at work, hopefully its correct. Here is the actual English meaning I was trying to do titled "I want to get to know you"

Why is it never as easy as "I love you"?
I want to know you.
I want to know how your heart beats,
How you like to move your feet to the rhythm of summer rain.
I don't want to know what you think, but what you can believe.
I want to get to know you.

Why--Haiku

Why do you leave these 

Hallways unpainted with the 

Joy of old friendship.

Upcoming poem!

Here are a couple lines from a poem I am working on.

"We don't know if the choices we ultimately decide are right, or not.
That is why they are called "Decisions".
We can't pick-pocket perfect outcomes.
We have to determine whether to make THEM happy,
Or to resolve the situation to best suite yourself.
We must either solve for X or Y,
Because any line we draw will only be crossed once by the axis that your world revolves around."

Daffodils

Daffodils

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed--and gazed--but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils. 

----William Wordsworth----

Without Hope

Bleh. Sick for a week... then school make up  for another week. Its nice to be back on here though, with a new free time as Spring Break is in now in our midst. Back to posting!

Today for poetry club, we took an assortment of random words clipped out of magazines, and turned them into short poems. Here is mine:

Without Hope

My chances speak between my spine and skin.

All southern country people know the gateway to a guesthouse under a baggage hotel,

is across short coasts...

A long need to just be with them.

There you have it, kinda odd, but I liked it :)

Thank you to Carlos

I was never very sure about performing my poetry. Ever. Until I met a man, who still doesn't know how much he affected my life. Carlos Contreras. He is poet from ABQ, and I met him at a slam once, then a workshop later on. He is awesome, and a true comedian with crowds, and his poetry is amazing to read, but even better to see and hear live. I'm sure a lot of his work will eventually make its way here. However, today I leave you with less of a performance, but an introduction to who he is, and  maybe he can influence you as he has me. Click------> Carlos and his Poetry

Fifteen Ways to Stay Alive--- A Zombie Poem

Fifteen Ways to Stay Alive- By Daphne Gottlieb

1. Offer the wolves your arm only from the elbow down. Leave tourniquet space. Do not offer them your calves. Do not offer them your side. Do not let them near your femoral artery, your jugular. Give them only your arm.
   
2. Wear chapstick when kissing the bomb.
   
3. Pretend you don't know English.
   
4. Pretend you never met her.
   
5. Offer the bomb to the wolves. Offer the wolves to the zombies.
   
6. Only insert a clean knife into your chest. Rusty ones will cause tetanus. Or infection.
   
7. Don't inhale.
   
8. Realize that this love was not your trainwreck, was not the truck that flattened you, was not your Waterloo, did not cause massive hemorrhaging from a rusty knife. That love is still to come.
   
9. Use a rusty knife to cut through most of the noose in a strategic place so that it breaks when your weight is on it.
   
10. Practice desperate pleas for attention, louder calls for help. Learn them in English, French, Spanish: May Day, Aidez-Moi, Ayúdeme.
    
11. Don't kiss trainwrecks. Don't kiss knives. Don't kiss.
    
12. Pretend you made up the zombies, and only superheroes exist.
    
13. Pretend there is no kryptonite.
    
14. Pretend there was no love so sweet that you would have died for it, pretend that it does not belong to someone else now, pretend like your heart depends on it because it does. Pretend there is no wreck -- you watched the train go by and felt the air brush your face and that was it. Another train passing. You do not need trains. You can fly. You are a superhero. And there is no kryptonite.
    
15. Forget her name.