From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #18 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 Friday, May 8 1998 Volume 01 : Number 018 Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: some things [vonfam@rapfire.net] ET: on Thursday [moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us)] ET: portrait [karagarbe ] ET: My first post/poem [mrbruce@imap4.asu.edu] ET: hi guys [Angeljlb96 ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 07 May 1998 11:41:17 -0500 From: vonfam@rapfire.net Subject: ET: some things Hello Angels~ Well, I thought I'd post on the angel nickname thread. I chose ~the unknown angel~ because I couldn't think of anything else...but I looked up 'unknown' and it means unidentified..and I think it suits me, cause right now I am more than anything, discovering who I am. :) I haven't been able to write anything lately, i've just felt so drained..I fear that I may be slipping back, but I am to try not to let it get me down.. Here's some poems, they're not much, but hey... :) Oh, and I really liked DayGlowAngel's poem, i'm so sorry things are so hard for you right now. James poem was also really great. Sorry, I was going to mail you guys personally, but everything I say right now feels less than adequate(?), and I feel so tired... Love you guys... :) Forever and Always, Naomi ~the unknown angel~ naomisplace@angelfire.com Call Me Take my heart call me your love Take my soul call me your life Take my body call me pleasure Then leave me call me your hatred Rip my heart apart call me a liar Torture my soul call me a tease Throw my body aside call me trash Then change your mind call me dead. 5-4-98 - --------------------- Another Day Another day another chance to regain what was lost Another hour another oppurtunity not to lose any more Another moment slipping through your fingers, while you just sit and look on. Grab it! Live it! It goes by too fast, to let it go, without using it. 5-5-98 - ---------------- My Love In this silence I call my own Thoughts of you drift in welcomly I smile in pleasure thinking of your charm I sigh in grief knowing we shall never meet See, I love you from a distance and we have never spoken So how do I know what I feel is real? I just...know. I get that feeling, deep down inside, whenever I see you and it hurts so bad to imagine you with someone else Even though we may never meet, or touch, and you probably will never love me back... In my dreams, I hold you dear As always, you'll remain, My love. 5-6-98 ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 7 May 1998 11:15:12 -0700 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us) Subject: ET: on Thursday Hi Angels, My life has been very interesting lately. Actually pretty good. But, as usual, sprinkled with those little upsetting factors. As of right now I'm sitting here writing you guys with my doggie on my lap. He curls up into this tiny ball and lays his head on my arm and he is just so adorable, he heaves these little sighs from time to time. Anyway, he has some kind of liver disease, which, in case you didn't get the drift earlier, completely freaked me out. I read on this webpage that it's not usually fatal, so hopefully he'll get better. The next issue...my my, love life. At my age I seem to have so much to say on this eh? Anyway, I had a long distance relationship going, but we both decided that it was just a lot of pressure and things were a lot better when we had been friends. So I still think he's a sweet guy and everything, and of course he's a human being so I care if he's hurt or whatever, but breaking up with him has really given me the chance to grow away from the "I love him" side of things and just stay nice and comfy in the "we're friends" section. This is gonna sound awfully mean, but I'd kind of been clinging to this guy until someone in my, er, "nearer" life came along. So sure enough, along he came. We got to know each other and after awhile he finally...asked me out last night. Which I was incredibly happy about. I probably sound like I jump from guy to guy, but really, breaking up with an online guy and then getting together with a guy who I can see and talk to are very different things. This new one has more of a chance of survival. One thing, though, is for now we kind of have to keep it a secret (so don't go writing me and put as your subject "YOUR NEW BOYFRIEND"). See we want to go camping together (ahem) this summer (on a beach...siiigh) and our parents may not let us go if they know we are going out. Or at least, that would be my parents. Also we have a lot of friends who've been teasing and suggesting this for ages (my they will be so happy). It's really cool though, he's a wonderful guy. Enough of my strange life. :) As I said, though, it's going really well. I feel I can get a lot closer now that I have a "real" boyfriend; there's only so close you can be with an online person. Well either I've written some awfully crappy poems or none of you like commenting. Either way, I'm off to critique YOUR poems. Have a sunny day, Sam the ? angel with sunlight in her hair (who is currently happy with her puppy dog sitting all warm on her lap and thoughts of her boyfriend) moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 7 May 1998 15:20:09 -0400 (Eastern Daylight Time) From: karagarbe Subject: ET: portrait Hi thinkers, not much of a preamble here, just an old poem I found today while cleaning up my dorm room to head back home. I thought it was a nice break from all of the depressing empty things I've been writing lately, so I wanted to share. I also think (hope) that it tells more of a coherent story than my others do. Kara ~ the aspiring angel ~ - --- Portrait of a Found Soul 12.14.97 He looks at me But I see nothing in his eyes Not yet He wears his pain like a mask To dull himself from the past And the future he will not let himself believe in We walk upon the battlefield And he is lost in history Tormented by those who have died Including, I think as I watch him obliquely Himself He will not touch me Only look And I yearn to take that pain from him Eyes on the horizon, he walks on Always choosing the right path As I follow in his wake, indecisive I long to bridge that gap Between future and past I choose the right path as well But other times the left, just to be contrary Confusing him as I always do With my indecision I stare into his eyes And run from the desire that stares back at me He kneels beside me in the grass As I am rooted in the soil A decision made again By my very lack of choice I tug at the cross that chokes his neck Wearing a crooked smile of irony As I finger that which keeps us apart He puts the future in my trembling hands Which can do nothing but cling to him Portrait of my indecision He calls me on my bluff And I on his Bound by infinity Carpe diem For four days it is real For five hours it is right Life glows behind his eyes His pain is not a mask But a blanket Chilly warmth he wraps around me A fleeting existence An everlasting promise Of nothing Of everything I held the world in my arms And as he flew from me I could feel something behind me His presence giving me faith In a brighter today ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 07 May 1998 15:09:16 -0700 (MST) From: mrbruce@imap4.asu.edu Subject: ET: My first post/poem WARNING, this my be a bit depressing. I have never written anything but depressing poetry, only because the only times I'm inspired to write it, is when I'm depressed(gosh was that a bad run-on sentence). Anywho, I'm a bit depressed right now and I'll proboly only post my poems when I'm either asked, or am depressed. I know it's not good. I am deffinatly no poet, but I'd say I have the heart of a poet. So here it is, it's tilted LOVE Love, is it a word, an action, a bond, an emotion, Is it all or more; Today I hear of love, yet I see no love, I see mistakings for love, I see lust not love; I still see love, far and few, yet only fairytales, show true love; My heart has love, my heart wants love, I want the bond, the emotion, not the action; I want love, true and dear. Where do I find Love? - -Thank you for your time Michael ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 7 May 1998 23:35:37 EDT From: Angeljlb96 Subject: ET: hi guys I just wanted to tell everyone hi bevcause I haven't posted in a while. I haven't forgotten about you guys, I'm just really busy lately. So ummm...you guys can ask Lara...I'm so behind on reading my digests...but I'm catching up...and loving it all the same. Lara, sweetie...ya know I love you =) James...you never cease to amaze me....may not have mentioned this enough but I LOVE YOU!!! And Sam..Naomi...Christie...and anyone else I'm forgetting...hellos to you, too. Jenny...I'm sorry =( NICKY!!!!!!!!!!! POST SOMETHING GODDAMIT!!!!!!!!!!!!! Love you guys, Jamie ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #18 *********************************