From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #266 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 Monday, November 2 1998 Volume 01 : Number 266 * If you ever wish to unsubscribe, send an email to * eda-thoughts-digest-request@smoe.org with ONLY * the word unsubscribe in the body of the email * . * PLEASE :) when you reply to this digest to send a post TO the list, * change the subject to reflect what your post is about. A subject * of Re: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: poetry [winters ] ET: p-o-e-m [moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Charlie, Andalite, & The Goddess)] ET: Here's a tote bag of poems.... [Oblivia15@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sun, 01 Nov 1998 12:08:58 -0800 From: winters Subject: ET: poetry > angels! > alright here are the poems that i have written in the last month. thank > you for reading these if you do..... > > GUILT > > the large burden > of doing > something i > shouldn't. > never should have i > called her > or listenned to > my own > needs > Guilt feels all > the insides > of me > for not having the > long hair in > pink ribbons > and for following my > heart > and not yours > > ***i wrote this poem because my mother and i have been arguing now for > the last couple of years. i have felt such extreme guilt about becoming > my own person and for not being who she expected me for being. > > ALIENATED > my smile > doesn't shine > bright enough > i am alienated > from all of you > we sit around > in this circle of friends > joke about everything > until one, or all of us choke > you say that i am great > just like on of the guys > sitting on the pool table > a beer in one hand. > yet i am not good enough > to have my hand held > and i'm not the first choice > in the litter of kittens > i am the awkward one > that purrs without rhythem and > isn't cute enough to make up for the > overly large paws. > > ***i wrote that one about a month ago. i was feeling like an extra in a > group shot of friends. like i wasn't really apart of anything at all. > the guys would go on about how fun i am, yet none of them would ask me > out on dates, while always asking my friends. i was going through a mix > of insecurities until i realize just how great it is to actualy "be > friends" and mean it. > > THE PHONE > and so, you never called > give my number in blue crayon > you didn't bother > dialing my digits > fine. > if that's what you want > > then that's what you get. > now when the phone rings > i'll take the hint > from the bill collector > long lost friend > mother > that your not going to > be calling me. > > ***i wrote this a few days before he called me. :) glad i was wrong. > > MOTHER MAY I > mother may i > butter my bread with a fork? > mother may i > become friends with an enemy? > mother may i > think of loving others > without the guilt of dissapointing you? > mother may i > cross the round and grow up? > mother may i > take 3 steps ahead > and say what i want to say? > mother may i > hold his hand, her hand, and yours? > > ***another arguement with my mother brought me to that poem. > > REPLACED > i have been dulled up > my spark that you spoke about > in 12 page letters has left. > i have been replaced > by the curse of time. > how can i compete with something so real. > my words are now my weapons > i know i need to > just walk away > because as of today > i have simply been > replaced. > > ***i wrote this while thinking of an ex who i meant the world to me. > this poem was nearly a realization of how we don't need each other > anymore, and with time everyone is replaced. > > THE RIVER BANK > where we sat > at the edge of the river bank > while a hurricane was coming > i was shaking like crazy. > you and i together > under the same moon > and the same stars which i wished upon > not even a day ago > please have him call... > please have him call... > but never did i expect > he would be looking into MY eyes > and kissing my chapped lips > underneath that moon. > > ***this one is self explainatory. > > STRANGERS > so we aren't strangers > anymore > i'm more then simply an > acquiantence > no longer am i the little girl > who you waited on. > we aren't lovers > and barely even friends > yet the secret we share, > the quick spur of the moment kisses > long glances in the corner of the eye > make this somethiner > unable to label > yet impossible to ignore. > > ***exactly how i feel towards the new romance. > > GONE > your moving > packing your belongings into little brown boxes > your throwing items of the past into > rubbermaid containers > your quitting this crazy scene > i can't protest- > this is a small town > which wont lead you anywhere but to my door > your talking of the big city now > i say i'm content here > the same diners > and memories on every corner > i'll stand here > barely even knowing you > waving goodbye to what could be > pretending it's the best thing for you to do > but thinking bitter thoughts > "how can you!" > "we just met!" > "don't tease me like this! > don't jump into my life > and leave as quickly as you came!" > > ****i wrote this when i found out that he was moving that week. > > THE FRONT SEAT OF HIS CAR > a deep breath in- > your hands are touching > my insecurities > my belly filled with > blueberry muffines > and peanut butter pie > yet you don't comment on > the pouch that i created > the windows are fogged > there is little room for us > you staring into my eyes. > a deep breath out > your about to touch my > lips. > i feel like lolita > a tiny girl at 18 > trying so hard to be big > stumbling through life > not attractive, > more like awkward. > your the man > who can grow sideburns > and wear old spice without > being foolish. > my maturity is false > and i'm convinced any moment now > you'll see the confusion in my eyes > and realize just what a hassle i will become > you put your hands in my short hair > biting my lower lip > you tell me just to breath. > > HIGH SCHOOL > and this is it > those 4 years that everyone > speaks of at some point. > it's not ending. > those were the years > that some got to shine > and others hid. > but everyone, has to admit > that they felt something > good or bad > they felt something. > now it's ending > the 4 years of beer bottles on the ground > fake ID's > and shallow relationships > it's all coming to an end > college applications on my bedroom floor > realizing that i have > no place to go. > > Alright! thanks for reading these if you did! it means a lot to me. > > kat ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 1 Nov 1998 16:35:09 -0800 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Charlie, Andalite, & The Goddess) Subject: ET: p-o-e-m Dear angels, Here's something I wrote a few days ago. (I'm getting to be so terrible at sending them to the list relatively soon.) And by the way...the poems are looking (and sounding) great - beautiful and touching and everything. And, of course, thanks for the applause, Doc. wild thyme grows sm october 28th, 1998 i know a place where the wild thyme grows and the flickering candles peacefully know in the light of the hillside's wind-swept moon glow that the stories unfold through layers of snow waters brooding within, a stir from the leaves and a hum like a whisper from within the trees the time of day when the sun turns to gold shines deeply across places where stories are told in a place where the candlelight is serene dancing with something, alive so it seems and the incense drifts slowly, cutting its way in thin curling ribbons of a calm twisting play and there is something, music floats through the air the pen and paper sit waiting, with inspirational care there's that sense of solitude so heavenly fair but it's felt there's definately something else there. And when the day breaks on morning skies the pool turns light and clear, like the bluest eye the horizon is painted with pastels fresh and sweet and the dancing hawks float on a breeze's uprise beat in an airy and fresh day just beautiful, so pretty, too perfect to stall and to mull the walls seem especially open, big and white, curtains blow in the breeze, the window is bright the flowers are glowing brilliantly in the sun vibrantly in dazzling colors made by no one things feel free, & uncluttered, an easy tune the sky's big and blue with plenty of room the sun's a not-quite-golden yellow-white warmness it's so at ease, I could just let my mind loose in the place where the sweet wild thyme grows and the flickering candles peacefully know It sorta rhymes, but so what? :~D Love Sam the ? angel moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 1 Nov 1998 20:00:36 EST From: Oblivia15@aol.com Subject: ET: Here's a tote bag of poems.... Hullo all!!! It's been a while since I've sent out any poems. I have had writer's block from hell..... which naturally sucks...but that's a part of life, so blah! =0) Well here they all.....may you all enjoy them as much as possible even though they are written by a funny-looking amateur......(ha ha......I'm kidding about the funny-looking part.....but now you all think I'm deformed or something.........I'm ruined............Oh my.......) Love Falls We talk about everything, but our voices conceal more than we could ever know. Our eyes meet friendly, greeting, but never really touching. We won't let ourselves become to close, yet we yearn for it. Longing for the salty-sweet security of what once was. Shining Around Me I simmer sweetly beneath your loving stare held aloft by the soft touch of heaven. Bliss reaches for me and I roll over to sleepily embrace it. A smile curls my lips, your warmth flowing through my veins Like the blood that was chilled in your absence. You've healed my thistle-scarred hands, scratched one too many times from carelessness, and resurrected my peace, filling me with the essence of you. Lily-white kisses falling like rose-petals, upon my skin, claiming my very soul, rendering me breathless and completely vulnerable. But you protect my weakness, holding it safely in your arms As you vow to walk me through the ages. Twinkling pinpoints of desire scattered along my flesh, lying in wait of your angel's touch. Tickling sensations floating like dandelion fluff over my senses As I trace your jawline with my fingertips. So close yet so far. Innumerable hours spent missing you, but well worth the golden flecks in your eyes and the flutter of your lips against mine. Spider Sweep me up in your golden threads. Entangle me. Weave me into your shining web. Take from me what sustains you. I'll not struggle, nor deny you every sense of my being. Cloak me in your warm adoration. Shield me. Hold me closely under your woolen love. Crawl beneath my skin and rest. I'll wake you only for a kiss, and three words to send you to dreams..... So.....there they are......hope you all like them..... if so, you can let me know......(hint, hint, nudge, nudge..........LOL) Well anyway....have a wonderful day, afternoon, evening, night, whatever it is when you read this!!!! Love hugs and faerie dust!!! Jackie Stage Angel ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #266 **********************************