From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #27 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, May 17 1998 Volume 01 : Number 027 Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: hey guys ["Christie Ambert" ] ET: a kinda dark poem [Naomi Vaughn ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sat, 16 May 1998 13:59:12 -0700 From: "Christie Ambert" Subject: ET: hey guys well hello angels!!!! Yes it`s me writting you guys.I`m so sorry i havent been posting anything but I`ve been busy.well remember that mall incident,well we went to court we won. I got promoted on thursday and i`m really excited cause i have more responsabilities and for the first time i like my job. Plus remember I told you guys about the cute spanish guy,well he has been calling my office and he went to court with me. And i also went to a wedding yesterday and he was there and i might see him tonight. and so i havent had that much time to write but i have start organizing my time so i can have sometime to write some poetry. Oh wait a minute here`s something... like a rose petal falls into the ground, the same way people fall in love. like the waves come and go, the same way crushes and love at first sight. like an oasis in a dessert, the same way sometimes love can slip away. like birds and bees, the same way people fill the earth with innocent children. like animals... the same way as animals were once perfect, so were we and we fall and rise from love. Once you find an earth angel, and that you soulmate,to share..... to share life... hapinness achieved. - ------------------------------------------------------- and that`s it guys this is all i can come up with considering my brain is totally fried. well got to go, Love you all XOXOXOXO Christie The Flowerchild Angel Get your FREE, private e-mail account at http://www.mailcity.com ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 16 May 1998 22:50:37 -0500 From: Naomi Vaughn Subject: ET: a kinda dark poem Hey Guys~! I wrote this about 3 months ago when I was at my lowest. I'm feeling really great right now, so I wanted to share this with you guys. Like the subject said, it is kinda dark... but I was really depressed, what do you expect? Anyhow... I hope everyone is good.. Bye!! Amour, Naomi ~the unknown angel~ naomisplace@angelfire.com - ------ Emotionless Feeling The pain I feel right now; The emptiness, It leaves me hollow Without emotion, Without feeling. I feel as though my eyes are finally open And I just wish it would all go away; I'm numb. I'm a machine; Paralized of the mind, The heart, and the soul. On the outside, Looking in on myself. I wish I could wake up, From this terrible dream I walk through each day A series of motions, Each done without feeling, Or knowing. I wish to sleep, And never awake And for as much as I feel, It is as if it were true. So quiet I remain, But inside, I am screaming; Screaming in terror Screaming in pain I don't know which, Or if there is a difference, At all. I reach out, But my hands do not move. I am slowly dying Piece by piece, I am losing sensation All I see in darkness Emptiness; Cold. A smile masks my terror But what do I fear? I long to cry out, "Help me! Please, save me!" But the words are not there. I try to explain To bring meaning, To it all But all I can manage, is fear; Fear of my soul, Fear of my heart Sheer terror of things unknown It's so dark No light in reach I feel so trapped Please save me. Nobody hears, Not even I. I grasp at emotions I'm starved for pain, Loss, hurt; Something. I feel, nothing. I am dead, Or might as well be For I cannot feel, And no longer care. I lie down, In cold darkness The moon my only salvation I feel understanding, In its emptiness. I wish to reach out to you, But you are not there; I am alone. The emotionless drum, Of daily routine Have become lifeless, And unfeeling. I reach for the blade "I need to feel..." I hesitate, One more chance, For someone to help me; But only I can save myself, And I don't care enough, To even try. The razor reaches my wrist, "I long for pain, I need something, someone." But it's too late. I slice, Two even swipes; Pain. A quick feeling of pleasure, Before the pain takes over. I fall to the floor, "I can feel, but where are you?" Silence, Darkness, Cold; It's over. ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #27 *********************************