From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #75 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 Thursday, July 9 1998 Volume 01 : Number 075 Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: Re: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #73 [ib-3@juno.com (names are superfluous ] ET: just thoughts ["Jennifer Greeley" ] ET: relationships.. and poem ["Jennifer Greeley" ] ET: untitled poem [L a r a ] ET: sorry ["Jennifer Greeley" ] ET: somethin' without a title, as usual, and a bonus one [moonsong@ix.net] ET: HAPPY ME!! [Uneaq1@webtv.net (Maggie)] ET: it's not secret that the stars are falling from the sky.. [gosiam@jun] ET: thread [moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us)] ET: my post for the day ["Naomi Vaughn" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Wed, 8 Jul 1998 00:24:49 -0500 From: ib-3@juno.com (names are superfluous and irrelevant) Subject: ET: Re: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #73 This one has no poems...but i'll post in the morning with some...and I PROMISE THAT TO EVERYONE, I WILL READ A CRITIQUE EVERY POEM IF YOU WANT...SO IF YOU DON'T, E-MAIL ME!!! ON ANOTHER NOTE!!! NOBODY STOP! THIS IS SO FUCKING EXCITING! NOBODY STOP WRITING OR STOP THINKING OR DREAMING OR BEING... YOU ARE ALL GREAT PEOPLE...DON'T STOP!!! _____________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com Or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 08 Jul 1998 11:48:44 PDT From: "Jennifer Greeley" Subject: ET: just thoughts Hey all... I'm finally back with time to write. I didn't really go anywhere, just no time to write. And go figure that i get the most time to write at work.. ;) I've written about 4 poems in the past month. So basically NOTHING!! My Big Bro got married on June 27th. The wedding was really nice.. A garden wedding. Nice weather too.. Kris (my bro), and his new wife left for Europe the next evening. And ended up spending 4 days in Paris, (very expensive days), and then went to relatives in Holland to spend the next 2.5 weeks touring holland and Germany. With all the problems going around the list, i wish i had more time to read the letters the last 2 weeks, so i could have offered some words of advice. But it looks like everyone is doing better. Holly : please take the advice from everyone. Don't let looks get to you. they are nothing. All the important stuff is on the inside. Sam : i hope you are doing better. And in case i haven't said it : All of you are great poets!!! :) Now my problems. (oh no, not another one..) i just mainly need someone to complain to. And you guys are such great listeners that i know you won't mind.. I've talked about my exboyfriend a while ago on here.. (long distance relationship that ended quite badly in december.) Well after not seeing him for 10 months, he showed up at my door pretty much.. so he stayed over at my house, and old feelings emerged.. That wouldn't be too much of a problem except the fact that i have a new boyfriend. So it's a nasty situation. My ex is still hitch-hiking somewhere in either Canada or the states, so i won't talk to him or anything until July 25th.. So i have till then to figure out what I'm going to do with these two guys in my life.. Oh well.. That's my complaining for the day.. I'll send some poetry as soon as i have some worthwhile to send. But i did get a nice surprise a couple of weeks ago in the mail. I got the book that my poem got published in.. So it was nice to see.. :) Okay, that's it.. I don't write often, so might as well spoil you guys with a long one. ;) Love you all, Jenny home page: http://www.geocities.com/paris/parc/4739 Slowly being updated!!! ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 08 Jul 1998 12:13:10 PDT From: "Jennifer Greeley" Subject: ET: relationships.. and poem Hey all... well i know i haven't really written, but that's okay, i'm sure no one is mad at me.. ;) With all the talk of relationships, and stuff, thought i would throw in my two cents. I was in a long distance, computer relationship. (500 miles, and lots of money for trips and phone bills). It was the greatest thing in my life for two years until we broke up last December. I still hate the fact that we aren't together, but life goes on. We are still best friends, so I guess i will have to live with that. And now I'm getting really close with another guy over the internet, but he's only an hour away. (still long distance though). But that's a completely different story, as that relationship is far from anything. Also thought i would throw in a poem. Don't mind most of my poems. I haven't been able to write a *happy* poem in a long while. So most of them are rather depressing. (also totally different story) ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 08 Jul 1998 14:34:33 -0500 From: L a r a Subject: ET: untitled poem Here's a poem I wrote last night... I refuse to derive my self worth from you you who stands at a distance tight-lipped and unconsoling you show a flash of interest and what? allow it to fizzle because our lives are not as storybook characters While I may fream and allow myself to hope Even I see little reality in that idea I am happy with myself regardless of what you think of me and that, in reality, is all I need. - -Lara ====================================      L a r a    larajean@gmx.de, daisypetals@usa.net          http://members.tripod.com/~laruth "good times... noodle salad" - As Good As It Gets ==================================== ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 08 Jul 1998 16:10:46 PDT From: "Jennifer Greeley" Subject: ET: sorry SOrry about that last post.. i don't know why it sent it.. I was looking through old things, trying to find a poem that i knew i wrote, but couldn't find it.. (didn't find it yet).. but just ignore that last post ( "relationships..." ) thanks, Jenny ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 8 Jul 1998 16:40:56 -0700 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us) Subject: ET: somethin' without a title, as usual, and a bonus one Here ya are angulz.... Sam the ? angel july 8 98 you hold me in your arms ~&~ s i l e n c e settles saying all there is to say you say, my hair is warm and sweet like silk from corn, soft and smooth w r a p p i n g around you it's just us two and the world pressed so close together that we are like butter dripping and melting into one in the hot summer sun your a r m s tucked tightly around my waist speak of never letting me go your breath, with mine forms a sweet aura around us no one can say we aren't because we a r e a mix of hair and arms and surrounded by a warm ~glow~ a graceful light that keeps us sealed and safe and the bonus one.... boarders the sun hit high at noon at a park with benches that are not used as seats only rails travelled with wheels the paint scratched from boards lego days and action figures left far off behind now they envisioned cars 'oh man, check that car' he gazed, squinting in a hazy light after a car trailing off in the distance 'i would get 10 of those' the tailpipe faded away and he turned and did a stunt just an easy one inseperable from birth, it seemed or good enough and they turned saying nothing their minds far away travelling after the car then, 'dude, your sister is hot' he stopped and looked at his friend as though he didn't know him. he looked at his sister? was this the boy who scrambled off when she approached he wanted to cry out, 'no, it's not supposed to happen' he wanted to knock his friend upside the head and they would laugh it was a joke and ride along the benches but he knew he couldn't things had changed but not like this he knew his friend would say, 'yeah man, it's like, apparent' and say things he didn't want to hear he hardly knew his life now for it had changed. sm july 7 98 moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 8 Jul 1998 17:17:21 -0500 (CDT) From: Uneaq1@webtv.net (Maggie) Subject: ET: HAPPY ME!! I'm going thru a happy period...that means no new poems!! Just 19-page stories that I don't feel like typing up. And some are kind of, uhhh, innappropriate. I have a 4-page (unfinished) story that I was gonna type up, but I've misplaced it!!! Anyway, why I'm happy: #1: My mom got a job!! #2: I got a long-term baby-sitting job!! I've got 60+ dollars in my pocket!! #3: I got a part in this play!! I have five lines...but I'm also tied to railroad tracks!! This is my dream part... #4: Time to start school-shopping! I got the JC penny sale catalog yesterday, and found $350 worth of stuff I want. I should call my dad and tell him the list is in the mail and I NEED new clothes. "All I have to wear is a pair of old, holey jeans. And a stained t-shirt. Mom's broke. The soles of my shoes are less than a mm thick! Please, daddy? Please??" I hope it works... ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 8 Jul 1998 19:54:12 -0500 From: gosiam@juno.com Subject: ET: it's not secret that the stars are falling from the sky.. u2-thefly hi all. i haven't posted in AGES! i have been so busy since summer has started. busy shopping that is. and seeing the xfiles movie 5 times!:). well, i am writting cause i have a new poem, and my new angel name! the extraterrestrial angel..here;s my new poem.. *secret feel for once i forget all the pain i feel not knowing if this is real i go on living my life never knowing or caring for what is right when all goes wrong i don't want to go on yet i somehoe manage not cry the tears would give everything away letting others know, i wish not to stay i feel it will be forever this way i wish for the pain to leave but it never will its my secret feel and another; *r *a *i *n (for a better image of the poem, imagine a really rainy night, and your sitting by your really really big window writting this) the puddles of rain can't disillision my thoughts the darkness and cold surround me making me be the unthinkable it almost hurts to wonder or to make any snese of our thoughts and dreams becasue nothing is as it seems darkness and night fall the stars come out from beyond the way it si will never stay it will never remian the same, not this way the thoughts suddenly become the dream parts of the darkness are thought, and parts of the cold are dreamt finally the truth unfolds from within me i wrote these like at 2am. i couldn't sleep. *extraterrestrial angel* _____________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com Or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 8 Jul 1998 18:57:39 -0700 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us) Subject: ET: thread Heya angels, I have a thread question. Have any of you written a poem/poems about someone (or people) on this list? If so, who, why, when? Which poems? What about? :) Sam the ? angel moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 08 Jul 1998 20:28:03 -0700 From: "Naomi Vaughn" Subject: ET: my post for the day hey angels~ unfortunately, I have slowed down. ;) i'm just busy now with school and all, and I haven't had enough time to write, or get online for that matter. here's some I wrote this evening, comments are great. forever me, Naomi the unknown angel - ---- angel oh, gental angel wounded one your smile long since faded that shining light behind your eyes, gone. your heavenly song, no longer touches my ears your voice, now silent. oh, fallen angel saddened one i'll take your tears from thee such a light being shouldn't feel, such hurt i'll take your pain, smile again. raise your voice once more the light once again, shining. i'll cry your tears, precious one. your wings weren't meant for mourning. 7.8.98 - ---- as it should be there's alot of things I could do, or say simply because it's expected I could "fall in love" with the popular guy simply because he's there I could close my eyes and dive right in before my mind reaches my mouth but, i'd probably drown. I could love you, and it wouldn't be a surprise but then, before long, there'd be another, broken heart and nothing gained, but bitterness, and pain. or, I could calmly, sanely, face the raging storm and instead of embracing it, or turning it away. Just enjoy it, as it is. As it should be. 7.8.98 - --- "How many corners do I have to turn? How many times do I have to learn, All the love I have is in my mind?" ~Verve Angelfire for your free web-based e-mail. http://www.angelfire.com ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #75 *********************************