From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #6 Reply-To: eda-thoughts@smoe.org Sender: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk eda-thoughts-digest Sunday, April 26 1998 Volume 01 : Number 006 Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: My friends [Love1612 ] ET: Alone In The Rain [Beck82 ] ET: quote and poem and document and person [moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us)] ET: a happier poem =) [O BeYbEeE ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sat, 25 Apr 1998 01:52:58 EDT From: Love1612 Subject: ET: My friends My friends today invited me to go out with their friend who is 2 years older than us and I asked my mom because I didn't feel like lying anymore and she said I couldn't go. I was mad. So I couldn't tell my friends because I had no access to a phone until 9:00pm and I called as soon as I got home but they had just left. Then 5 minutes later they walk into my house and come into my room. They go "Natasha, why aren't you ready?" I told them I couldn't go- and then I found out they had reserved a Karoke song for me which happens to be the one I'm always dramatic to- Foolish Games- and it's really funny. I start screaming and all my mom tells me is to be quiet. They live with the guy and hug me- I told them to sing it for me just like I do- dramatically. They said they could never do it- even combined- I smiled and they left. So here's a poem I wrote for them: **= chorus My Song I can't explain how much that little thing made me feel- mad, happy, or sad. I love you so much more now. I wish I could've gone so much more now. But a big voice in my life held me back It was a voice with a hand that cared. Only because of its childhood dreams. Why did it affect me though?- I don't know. **I Just want to thank you for singing my song **I want to thank you for waiting so long This is all I can think about while you're gone I can't wait for you to call when you're done. Did you ever think a song would make me this way? Sad and lonely, waiting for a new day I had no idea exactly what to say- so I screamed. ** I hope you sang it all night long just because that was my song. I hope you thought about me 'cause I thought about you obviously I hope that song brought tears to you're eyes because it brings tears to mine. I'm still thinking about how you're gonna sing it Oh God- Life goes on and I'm sure you'll still sing it with the band. ** I'm sure you'll still sing it with the band. - -Natasha Phister The "other" angel ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 24 Apr 1998 23:04:12 EDT From: Beck82 Subject: ET: Alone In The Rain Hey all. I wrote this poem last night when I couldn't sleep. It probably the only one of mine that rhymes...hey, that sentence just rhymed!!!! Anyways, its about my best guy friend who liked me, but I didn't think I liked him so I turned him down, but I uncoinciously really did. Now I like him and I might have lost my chance. So that's what this is about... Alone In The Rain By Rebecca He stood there by the doorway The key in his hand, bright blue eyes glistening like the bay. But I did not see his innocence like a dove I didn’t see his honesty, wit, or love. I did not stare into his eyes that day, And for that, I would surly pay. I looked for his flaws to cover my own Camouflage for my own blemishes that made me feel alone. I turned away from him Afraid to look him in the face as the light began to dim. How could I have been so cruel To treat him like such a fool? As I turned away and left, he stood there for a while Eyes to the ground and he no longer had his smile He just looked down in rage and shame The moment that I left, I felt it begin to rain. Today I ran to find him for wanted us to become more But to my dismay, on this day he was not by the door. I searched for him everywhere I knew now that for him I did care. The door was locked and he took the key Not even a note was left for me. So now I know I feel his pain, Now that he has left me alone in the rain. ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 25 Apr 1998 09:52:48 -0700 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us) Subject: ET: quote and poem and document and person Hello, Well I finally did something creative. Instead of saving all the lovely EDA_Thoughts digests (half of which I didn't get to read), I compiled them into a whole document!!! *clapclap* So eventually if anyone wants my list so far (note: it does NOT include my poems), just tell me. Okay, for the quote! It's in a book of photos called "A Vanished World". "One picture is worth a thousand words--or is it? In most cases, I would say: no, a poet's word is worth at least a thousand pictures." --Elie Wiesel Also, someone with the address Angeljlb@aol.com wrote me but their address doesn't work. Any info? And next the poems. You know, I think people often are inspired to write poems when a) they are in a good mood and experience something simply lovely, and b) when they are very depressed or down, because it is a good release to write poems. I happen to be fairly happy right now so you dear angels are in luck! Ummm yes and I was going to say something else, now wasn't I! Ohh well. So here are three poems, by me of course. Enjoy, comments appreciated! Sam the ? angel ~~~***~~~ (Forever) In Your Arms sm apr 23 98 entwined in your arms surrounded by your scent my head resting on your shoulder your fingers trickling down my spine your whisper drifts to me warm in your touch your love is like molasses deep and never leaving secure in your life you will never let me go your hand brushes my face entwined in your arms ~~~~****~~~~ April 14, 1998 sm apr 23 98 He looked up too late His car jammed into hers Barely touched, but enough He got out, began to curse He walked to her window She was unharmed But the old familiar rush Filled him with alarm Disgusted and confused He said he'd get papers, wait Wearily he trudged Feeling only hate Opened up his car In desperation reached inside Pulling out a gun From a convenient place to hide He sat down inside Revolver to his head As one shot filled the air He was already dead By the time she arrived His hand was limp and pale His car barely touched His life, by death, unveiled I wrote that poem in memory of a guy who committed suicide across the street from the college that I take a few clases at. ~~~***~~~ No Way To Treat A Lady sm 4 19 98 she is sincere in her attempts to please him and be friends innocent yet knowing quick to make ammends his mouth is repulsive he sleezes everywhere insulting her and others giving her nightmares so she blows and she knows he is a dull pencil end he's too empty rude and plenty what really is a friend she stands up to him and though she's unkempt she's nice and then she rages others yell to repent others too may help to stand in her defense it's no way to treat a lady but he will commense ~~~***~~~ moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 25 Apr 1998 11:36:57 EDT From: O BeYbEeE Subject: ET: a happier poem =) Hey you guys,... its meeh bebe again. I've posted once before. I posted a really long poem,.. that had to do with meeh and my guy breakin up and me being absolutely miserable bout it (just like every-other girl's poem). But anyways,... i decided to go along a different route on this poem. Its kinda written like a song. Two verses,... a bridge,... and all that junk... just bear with it. But anyways,... i hope you guys enjoy,.. lemmie know what you think. I wrote this poem especially for the guys. I know that everyone always disses on them,... guys are cool too. and sometimes they can be just as fragile as most of us girls =) -notice how i said "sometimes". oh well,.. smile everyone,... comments are welcome,.. good or bad... see ya! bebe Man,.. this party's bumpin! well it took a little time to finally convince my mom to let me go to the party that was supposed to be the bomb! there were people dancin all the music pumpin, DJ mixin records Man,.. this party's bumpin! =) That girl was standing way too close i almost knocked her out she was dancing with my man so i began to shout but i can't say i didn't notice the fine guy that was rumpin he winked his eye when i looked his way Man,... this party's bumpin! =) And it don't matter my curfew's twelve I won't get home till late This party's way too bumpin i guess my mom will have to wait You know its really fun to party but you know it won't last long till the five-O's come bustin in when something starts to go on wrong But there aint nothin wrong at all the speakers there were thumpin People were freakin down on the floor man this party's bumpin Oh you know i just can't leave i can really feel it's jumpin Lemmie tell ya,.... this is life.... Man,.. this party's bumpin! =) - -bebe tal placido ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #6 ********************************