Bart's stuff. -New poems?-

My other stuff topic. I'm not only going to put poetry, but also some writing. Tell me what's good, bad, and everything will be put up to count.

Through pain and love.

Ladies dancing in the room
It's entertaining, but whom
has the time to waste gazing
when you want to buy your lover a ring?

--Refrain--
One must not try to find love
But let love find you
Let's get these hearts beating
FASTER, faster (faster, faster)

It never goes out as one planned
when one goes to mention to their grand
that their love for them is strong
and that they won't do them wrong.

--Refrain--
One must not try to find love
But let love find you
Let's get these hearts beating
FASTER, faster (faster, faster)

One waits long before devoting oneself
to the other one their longing behalf
but it never goes as planned
when one goes to mention to their grand.

--Refrain--
One must not try to find love
But let love find you
Let's get these hearts beating
FASTER, faster (faster, faster)
-faster,faster,faster...-


I am what I am
I am what I am
I hate what I'm not
You're not going to change this phase
I'll last like this until my dying days

And I know, wherever I go
I'll always stay the same (same)

I know this is not like me
Not like my former self,
But you can't do anything about it
So you can just stay away, fat git.

And I know, wherever I go
I'll always stay the same (same)

All this outside of me
It's only red paint on a dull grey wall
But that's what I'll think, what I'm thinking and what I thought
So give me all that you've got.

And I know, wherever I go
I'll always stay the same (same)
And I know, wherever I go
I'll always stay the same (same)
-Same,same,same...-

C+C?

French poem I made up not so long ago. (Sorry, all englishmen(women)!)

Vous vous rappelez...

Vous vous rappelez de ce que nous vîmes, mon âme,
Ce bon matin d'été si doux,
Un détour de sentier, une charogne infâme,
Sur un lit semé de cailloux.

Vous vous rappelez de ce moment de terreur
Qui assemblait les émotions de cauchemar, de peur
Vous vous rappelez de cette mémoire
Que je ne souhaite plus voir

Le ventre en l'air, caressant le vent chaleureux
Comme le font les libres oiseaux
La peau pendante, les cheveux brillants, soyeux,
La postition d'un vermisseau

Vous vous rappelez de ce moment de terreur
Qui assemblait les émotions de cauchemar, de peur
Vous vous rappelez de cette mémoire
Que je ne souhaite plus voir

Ce corps putride, baignant dans une flaque de sang rouge
Qui peignait ce chemin boueux
Au-dessous des arbres, qui, dans le vent, bougent,
Exhaltait des odeurs peureux

Vous vous rappelez de ce moment de terreur
Qui assemblait les émotions de cauchemar, de peur
Vous vous rappelez de cette mémoire
Que je ne souhaite plus voir

There. Maybe some of you will be able to understand it, though.