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Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: Re: thoughts/poems [winters ] [none] [mandabear4@juno.com (Mandabear four)] ET: 'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE JESUS CAME [mandabear4@juno.com (Mandabear fou] [none] [mandabear4@juno.com (Mandabear four)] ET: some poems ["Naomi Vaughn" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 26 Nov 1998 01:25:05 -0800 From: winters Subject: ET: Re: thoughts/poems winters wrote: > > angels > hey people. here are some of my thoughts about life. please let me know > what you think, if you relate, if you don't. have a grea thanksgiving, > eat your hearts out :) > > THANK YOU > the last thursday of november, we sit down at the table,and say what we > are thankful for. a turkey is the center piece, there are children, > adults and babies. problems, challenges and success have happened over > the past year. thank you dad, for being my constant friend. for giving > me coffee every morning, and challenging me to think for myself. pass > the cranberries sister, thank you for caring. thank you for creating > that little baby. i never thought i could handle an infant in my life. > momma, what time is it? thank you for being patient, i'm always in and > out, looking for something to grab my attention. you sit there and > watch. thank you life, for letting me breath everyday, for letting it > rain now and then. because a rainbow is always brighter in grey skies. > destiny, thank you for being in my life, even if you end up being > chance. > > BREAKING UP > so this is it. the past two months put down in one day. i've had this > planned now for weeks, the moment when you would come back from across > state and look me in the eye; while i tell you how i have been feeling. > thrown on the backburner, you barely know my name anymore. everyone > carries off relationships with each person they bump into in the 24 hr > span of a day. we are carrying off a meaningless relationship; one that > is hollow and barely alive. i cared; i put my heart into this, and now > i'm spitting it back out. you say this "relationship" is worthwhile; but > please tell me what worth is there in nothing? so here it is; pass me > the turkey and stuffing thanksgiving has finaly come... your parking > your motorcycle on my driveway. it's finaly time for me to say the > truth, i open the door and see you. it's amazing what the presence of > your soul can do to me. yes honey, this is worthwhile. and no hon, i > haven't been crying. > > WASHING LAUNDRY > > everything is so dirty and worn out. so used, with holes and a horrible > stinch from time. even Downy can't clean this off, no matter how much > bleach i use, this shirt will never be purely white again. i can buy a > new one and pretend the old one isn't in the hamper collecting dust. > waiting for me to notice it again. you have turned into dirty laundry to > me, i can't clean off these sins no matter how hard i try. put it on > rinse cycle, hand wash it all i want, your stuck on me now baby. > > 2.5 Kids > > what do you wanna be when you grow up, little girl? i wanna have 2.5 > kids and have tupperware parties when i grow up. i want a station wagon > with a little tv in it. i want to play celine dion and top 40 music. i > want my husband to come home around 6, while i'm fixing dinner and > yelling at the 2.5 kids. we will have a basketball hoop and a > trampoline. if the 2.5 kids whine enough they will get a dog. which we > will genericaly name Sandy. i will be a soccer mom and hate my job. > which i never wanted to begin with. we will throw crazy dinner parties, > while everyone whines about the jobs which they really don't want. they > will drink cheap wine and pretend to be sophesticated, something > special. i will dance around taboo subjects, never speak my mind in > public. late at night when the children are in bed, i will secretly eat > bon-bons and watch lettermen. i will buy tabloids and be ashamed of it. > my 2.5 children will go to public schools and ride in the yellow bus. > but i will complain about paying taxes. my husband and i will get a > divorce. he will move half a country away with his new wife and never > pay child support, for those 2.5 kids. i will meet someone new, who has > 2.5 kids also. together we will have 5 children and everything will be > peachy. i wanna be conformed and used when i grow up. because if i > bothered telling you the truth you would laugh, and you wouldn't believe > me to begin with. > > SUGARCOATING IS AN ART TO YOU. > you said i was being to dependent, that i was expecting to much out of > all of this. you said i shouldn't become attached to easily, that i > should be careful of breaking my heart. you said this like you were > something special, that you could win any women over. you told me to > hold in my breath, it would be a bumpy ride. doll, my happiness doesn't > depend on weather you give a damn or not. i've moved on from smiling > when the phone rings and running to the door, i don't expect you to show > around anymore. you never entered my heart, you never entered my soul. > you thought that your words meant something to me, you thought that you > touch made me shiver. but i kept a wall around my body, and i never > built a bridge between the two of this. i will say this to you under my > breath, while you try and tell me that things are fine. when i know the > truth, sugar coating is an art to you. and i've moved on from this, and > i've moved on from you. > > ASK YOURSELF > ask yourself, right now. just sit down and ask yourself, do you really > care? does it really bother you to see someone in pain? or do you simply > only see your life? do you have any idea, how you affect everyone > everyday? or do you take the role of a cynic, a lazy cynic at that, > believing that you can't do anything to change what is going on in the > world today? ask yourself; do you like what you see when you look out > the window? do you ever stop and think; the only point of living is to > change the world we live in. that if you don't change this place, then > your just wasting space. do the small things really matter in your life, > or are you always waiting for the big break? perhaps, the big break has > already happened to you, but you just don't see it from the glare of > biased opinions. ask yourself, do you give a damn? > > MOTHER > so you told me i'm a waste. why did you bother even having me to begin > with, if you will never be happy with who i am? you told me that i take > things to lightly. as if i've never stayed up past midnight thinking > about you and i. as if i never wondered what was happening between the > two of us. you look at me, like i'm not really your daughter anymore, > just some stranger dressed up with your smile, your cheeks, your DNA. > > THE END. > i miss you. those words can be used so lightly with people. i know you > don't believe me when i say that over the phone. across the distance we > have lost each other. i can blame it on the miles and the long distance > calls, but there is a new plan with ATT, i know we both could have made > the call. and i have a car parked in my driveway, you have a motorcycle > by your side. we could have made the effort. we could have tried. but we > didn't. and now there is nothing left between you and i. what am i > supossed to say to make you stay, to make myself stay. i'm feeling antsy > and scared, i've lost all my pride in the time i have known you. > vulnerable to the point of being weak and motionless. all i can say now > is "i've missed you love, please change my mind". but i know it's too > late, too late to change what we ruined. ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 26 Nov 1998 11:51:49 -0500 From: mandabear4@juno.com (Mandabear four) Subject: [none] Happy Turkey day to all. May you eat and get fat but enjoy yourself. Watch infinite hours of mind numbing football and eat pie and turkey all day. <3 always ~Mandabear~ Somewhere down the road there'll be answers to the questions. Somewhere down the road though we cannot see it now. Somewhere down the road you'll find mighty arms reaching for you. And they will hold the answers at the end of the road. -Amy Grant- ________________________________________________________________ Get secure free e-mail that you don't need Web access to use from Juno, the world's second largest online service. Download your free software at http://www.juno.com/getit.b.html. ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 26 Nov 1998 11:50:08 -0500 From: mandabear4@juno.com (Mandabear four) Subject: ET: 'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE JESUS CAME > 'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE JESUS CAME 'Twas the night before Jesus came and all through the house Not a creature was praying, not one in the house. Their Bibles were lain on the shelf without care In hopes that Jesus would not come there. The children were dressing to crawl into bed, Not once ever kneeling or bowing a head. And Mom in her rocker with baby on her lap Was watching the Late Show while I took a nap. When out of the East there arose such a clatter, I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash! When what to my wondering eyes should appear But angels proclaiming that Jesus was here. With a light like the sun sending forth a bright ray I knew in a moment this must be The Day! The light of His face made me cover my head It was Jesus! returning just like He had said. And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself. In the Book of Life which He held in His hand Was written the name of every saved man. He spoke not a word as He searched for my name; When He said "It's not here" my head hung in shame. The people whose names had been written with love He gathered to take to His Father above. With those who were ready He rose without a sound While all the rest were left standing around. I fell to my knees, but it was too late; I had waited too long and this sealed my fate. I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight; Oh, if only I had been ready tonight. In the words of this poem the meaning is clear; The coming of Jesus is drawing near. There's only one life and when comes the last call We'll find that the Bible was true after all! ________________________________________________________________ Get secure free e-mail that you don't need Web access to use from Juno, the world's second largest online service. Download your free software at http://www.juno.com/getit.b.html. ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 26 Nov 1998 11:47:08 -0500 From: mandabear4@juno.com (Mandabear four) Subject: [none] 10 Things That Sound Dirty At Thanksgiving but Aren't... 1."Reach in and grab the gibblets." 2."Whew...that's one terrific spread!" 3."I'm in the mood for a little dark meat!" 4."Tying the legs together will keep the inside moist." 5."Talk about a HUGE breast!" 6."And he forces his way into the end zone!" 7."She's 5000 pounds fully inflated and it takes 15 men to hold her down." 8."It's cool whip time!" 9."If I don't unbutton my pants, I am going to burst!" 10."It must be broken 'cause when I push on the tip, nothing squirts out. ******************************************************************* Funny Little Story I saw you across a crowded room. Among all the others that were there, The lights seemed to shine down on you alone. I knew then I had to have you for my own. Willingly, you came with me to my home. >From the car, I carried you & threw the door. Looking at you, I admire your body, your well shaped legs, and breasts. Slowly I remove what wraps, around your body so tightly, fitting you like a glove. Exposing your tender white skin. >From your neck I remove your charms, and carry you off in my arms, to the warm water that awaits. The water cascades down your neck, flowing over your soft breasts then, making your legs glisten with wetness. Droplets of water cover your taut skin. My hands rub your body, ummmm running them threw the beads of water. Making them trickle down off your body. I place my fingers inside you. You are warm and moist, so ready. I carry your still dripping body, to a laying place, so that I can put inside you what was well prepared to enter you before we even came through the door. As soon as I lay you down your legs spread open wide. You are ready now and so am I. I put a little in slowly at first, getting a feel for how much you can take in. I put in more, you take it willingly. In anticipation, faster and faster I put it in, pushing it in deeply as far as I can, until I can't put any more in, you are so tight. With your legs wrapped tightly, not wanting to release any of it, I make you so hot for a very long time, until your sweet juices escape from within. Then I taste you, with my tongue at first, your skin is so soft and tender. I taste more of you with my mouth, you are so hot and moist, you taste so good. Your juices coating my mouth, making me drool in anticipation of eating you more, with every taste. "Oh yes", I say to you, I must say Grace "Thank God for Butterball turkey.... Amen" Ten Reasons Thanksgiving Dinner is Better than Sex 10. You're sure to get at least one of your favorite dishes. 9. The turkey never suffers from modesty. 8. You can nibble before dinner even if mom sees you. 7. You are expected to pass the dishes around. 6. There are always at least two kinds of desert, with or without whipped cream. 5. They give you the day off WITH pay to have dinner. 4. Thanksgiving dinner is a "sure" thing. 3. Seconds are encouraged. Take home, too!! 2. You're expected to fall asleep after dinner. And the number 1 reason why Thanksgiving dinner is better than sex: 1. You are EXPECTED to watch football BEFORE and AFTER dinner. A THANKSGIVING POEM Twas the night of Thanksgiving, but I just couldn't sleep I tried counting backwards, I tried counting sheep. The leftovers beckoned-- the dark meat and white, but I fought the temptation with all of my might. Tossing and turning with anticipation, the thought of a snack became infatuation. So, I raced to the kitchen, flung open the door and gazed at the fridge, full of goodies galore. I gobbled up turkey and buttered potatoes, pickles and carrots, beans and tomatoes. I felt myself swelling so plump and so round, till all of a sudden, I rose off the ground. I crashed through the ceiling, floating into the sky With a mouthful of pudding and a handful of pie But, I managed to yell as I soared past the trees....... happy eating to all---pass the cranberries, please ________________________________________________________________ Get secure free e-mail that you don't need Web access to use from Juno, the world's second largest online service. Download your free software at http://www.juno.com/getit.b.html. ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 26 Nov 1998 15:12:33 -0700 From: "Naomi Vaughn" Subject: ET: some poems hey angels ~ hope y'all are having a fantastic thanksgiving!! :) here's some poems I wrote lastnight. hehe...I wrote about 20 poems in the course of 2 hrs. don't worry, i'm not sending them all. ;) adieu! love ya's always, Naomi okay, these are all basically untitled... - -- he looks down her with eyes of stone and she crumbles becomes what he needs forgets what she is- becomes him. 25nov98 - -- confession the words sit, knotted, on his bloodsoaked tongue he can’t explain his dirty hands 25nov98 - -- What’s the ultimate by which everything is determined by which I’m measured what makes me what I am so different from everyone else I see that they see that I DO NOT BLEND OR MESH I’m apart divided why? what great thing decided to place me apart from them- in this endless solitude?! 9:19pm/25nov98. - -- first I was writing to try and feel you thought maybe this pen and paper was my connection but, I only fell in these pages never saw you join me and I continue to write about everything and you I don’t want to leave just yet too many decisions await my attention but beneath this ink I’m forgotten-or found. 9:23pm/25nov98. - -- what pain has left you so ill? - -there’s an aching in my heart why? - -I want...need...something I can’t have what? - -love. you. my heart? I don’t understand - -look. feel. touch. see. be with me now/forever. 9:26pm/25nov98. - -- to feel my name on his lips to know myself in his eyes to be through his arms to finally understand this elusive love. 9:29pm/25nov98. - -- take me stretch me between tomorrow and someday make no promise speak no vow don’t even speak just be here let me feel you don’t explain or try to understand just be with me. 25nov98 - -- I whisper your name tell the wind to carry it to your ears I touch the stars tell them to shine upon you go outside feel my kisses in the rain feel me in the beating of your heart feel me in the wind everythig that is let it remind you of love, and me- now you understand how I feel. 9:33pm/25nov98. - --- "Show me one man who knows his own heart, to him I shall belong" ~Jewel hp - http://www.angelfire.com/ok/naomisplace/index.html uin# 10320204 aim - kilumdra irc dalnet - kilumdra Angelfire for your free web-based e-mail. http://www.angelfire.com ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #297 **********************************