From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #93 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 Saturday, July 25 1998 Volume 01 : Number 093 Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: poems (other people's) [moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us)] Re: ET: be a debaser [moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us)] ET: YOu would have thought [Karen Miller ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 24 Jul 1998 08:58:54 -0700 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us) Subject: ET: poems (other people's) Angulz, Seth, great poem! I am not gonna title someone else's poem but I really like it, it really sets ya thinking. Naomi.... > finally wrote some today(it worked sam!! ;) But of COURSE. My inspiration dust always works. Oh and I like your poem "Girl." Eh, Kara G. I loooooove your poem "I Love You". :) For the moment I am absolutely frozen, I can't write cause I'm living in a half daze of like, fear of this dance I'm doing on Sunday........ ~Sam~ the ? angel moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 24 Jul 1998 08:58:50 -0700 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us) Subject: Re: ET: be a debaser Whoah. Yeah, I've felt that way. Like it's the same old weary thing every day, day by day, and what's the point if it's just a repeat......Y'know, like "Flower." 'This living shouldn't be called living' or something like that. I can't really say I have that "not being remembered" fear....Somehow I'm just not worried about that, maybe cause I've always kept journals so like my entire life is splattered out on paper in one way or another. ~Sam~ the ? angel >Date: Wed, 22 Jul 1998 19:00:18 -0500 >From: gosiam@juno.com >Subject: ET: be a debaser > >yo, >for one thing i have NO idea what the HELL a debaser is..i was just >listenig to pixies dammit.. i just felt like wrting to SOMEONE! i am >currently out of poems... goodie, no more torture for you guys to >read >my bad attemtps at poetry..well this is basically an e-mail without >poetry just a whole batch of feelings...in other words, the same >thing....has any ever grown weary of the things you do everyday? i >mean >today i had this sudden urge to (no not that!) to climb onto the >garage >roof and just lay there...the higher the better..i dunno i have these >"things".. >i went to the doctor with my mum today, and i saw all these nurses and >doctors rushing running and stuff..i know this is going to sound >sooooo >stupid but that actually got me thinking... >thinking stuff like, when i die or when something happens to me, then >like no one in asia will know! like every 6 minutes(or something like >that), someone dies...i mean the nexyt 6th minute it could be me!! no >one >in france knows you..it feels kinda depressing..but i am catholic and >in >church they say that our lives "down here" are just PART of our >lives.. >i beleive in life after death..maybe..i was taught to..i don't know..i >have a rush of thoughts coming over me, and i'm overwhelmed...my >fingers >can't catch up... >i'll probably wriote part 2 later.. moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 24 Jul 1998 17:03:52 -0700 From: Karen Miller Subject: ET: YOu would have thought This is a poemi wrote while i was getting yelled at Stupid once agin i have screwed up my family i have made another mark on there perfect score once again i wish to die so i may get away from the pain of life i welcome it. i wonder when it will finally come and i will be realsed from the pain of living Now i wrote this after i had been thinking for awhile think now that i have thought about what I had done i hate it i dont want this pain this anger anymore i want dreams again. i want to be able to talk to a guy with out thinking he is telling himself i am ugly i want to go back and erase those 5 days of my life but i cannot so instead i must move one and be happy with what i have and to realize its not always my fault if something happens its not always your fault and to never stop dreaming and knowing that i will fall inlove with the right man one of these days...... holly ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #93 *********************************