From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #8 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, January 9 1999 Volume 02 : Number 008 * 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 V2 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: hey lovelies [moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Charlie, Andalite, & The Goddes] ET: Does anyone write poetry??? [Lizjewel@aol.com] ET: Love Story ["Erin Benoit" ] ET: Poem [beccahusky1@juno.com (Kristin A Maynard)] ET: 2 cool poems ["Erin Benoit" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 7 Jan 1999 21:29:37 -0800 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Charlie, Andalite, & The Goddess) Subject: ET: hey lovelies howdie dodie, >sam's beautiful, moving story :) i am so totally touched. i mean it! wow...i'm just...like...in awe... >wish i could play.. me too. :) no but...anyway, i wish i could play better. my mom can play beautifully. >do you listen to tori? yeah actually. i love tori's piano playing. do you? >you have a beautiful writing style >nice and elegantly descriptive >share some more!! you are so kind! you really are. thank you so incredibly much. it means a lot to me. :) i'll look around for more stories. :) short ones. i have lots unfinished. >is it you? you mean, in the story? well, yeah, sort of. it's kind of autobiographical. well, not that overall tragic theme-part of it, but it's me in that perfectionist sense - and as i said, my mom plays beautifully - so yeah, it's me. :) love, sam the ? angel moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 7 Jan 1999 23:18:17 EST From: Lizjewel@aol.com Subject: ET: Does anyone write poetry??? HI, I have really been craving for some good poetry!!!! Can anyone send me some poetry on life, love, heartbreak, or any others?? I really need some inspiration!! Thanks a lot!!! Liz----the silent angel ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 08 Jan 1999 14:09:12 PST From: "Erin Benoit" Subject: ET: Love Story Halo! This is just a little something I wrote when was going out with my first true love, Ryan. It was a futuristic fantasy at the time I wrote it June 1, 1996. We went out for almost two years....we broke up in 1997. I don't have a title for it yet....maybe you can help me out in that department.... :) As they walked along the beach hand in hand watching the sun set into brilliant shades of pink and purple, Ryan couls no longer deny it; he was in love with Erin. He could not have guessed it would turn out this way when the two young high-schoolers shared their first slow dance three years before. now, every time he holds her so close to his strong masculine body he can't help but realise that some feelings do last a lifetime. Suddenly, Ryan had an idea. One that seemed would never come to be, but finally the right moment had arrived. In a rare spontaneously romantic motion he picked Erin up around her waist and swung her around in circles forcing her to giggle with delight. She always cherished these rare times; but somehow this one was different. Ryan put Erin safely back down on her feet and grabbed her hand, running, leading her along the sand. Together they ran towards the sunset to the parking lot where Ryan's new beloved car sat. He unlocked Erin's door first and helped her into the low-rider seat, shut the door and went around to the driver's side. When they were a little ways down the road Erin decided to ask where they were headed. "You'll see," replied Ryan with a mysterious smile. They pulled up in front of a small shopping center which contained only a few locally owned specialty shops and Ryan turned off the engine. he got out of the car. "Wait right here," he leaned his head inside and told Erin before shutting the door, "I'll be right back!" He leaned over farther and placed the sweetest, softest kiss upon her lips then disappeared through the main entrance. He returned a few mintues later with a single rose in one hand and what appeared to be a small velvet ring box in the other hand. Rya did not start towards the drivers seat however, he went around to the passenger side and opened the door revealing a very perplexed but happy looking Erin. He lowered himself down on one knee and handed Erin the most fragrant smelling blood red rose. Then he took Erin's hands in his and looked deep into her eyes. "Erin?", he said a little shakily. "Yes," she replied a heart beat later. "Will you marry me and make me the happiest man on Earth?" He then opened the ring box to uncover a shining silver $0.25 ring. Erin laughed and cried all at the same time and said 'yes' over and over again through many feathery kisses. Ryan took the ring out of the box and placed it on the appropriate finger then started to explain: "It was such a last minute thing I forgot I needed a ring - but I'll get you a real one. We can go in right now and... "Shhh! There's no rush." Erin put a smooth finger to his lips, "We'll be together for the rest of our lives." Ryan kissed her fingertip just before she coudl remove it and then pulled her close to his ounding chest one more time, and the words she had been waiting to hear al her life slipped from his lips - just before the big explosion. "I love you." (Yes, the mall blew up....or his car...or both...I haven't decided yet. But they blew up anyways...and they did spend the rest of their [short] lives together....I tend to 'kill' a lot of short stories like this but tragedies are always romantic....look at shakespeare's success!) So what could it's title be? Erin *********************************************** Lay me out in firelight and re-invent my name. Angel of the Zodiac *********************************************** ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 8 Jan 1999 16:06:03 -0500 From: beccahusky1@juno.com (Kristin A Maynard) Subject: ET: Poem Angels, A poem I wrote about a month ago. It's not very good but I wanted to post it. :) w/b Love Always, ~Kristin~ "What must be, shall be." Juliet, William Shakespeare's Romeo + Juliet Just this morning I was as happy as I could be I got a great new job, and I had you Then tonight you called and everything changed when you said you couldn't see me anymore My world came crashing down around me I exploded with anger I welled up with tears Why do you change so quickly? How can you go from loving me to hating me like a light switch? How can you be holding me one minute and pushing me away the next? I can't understand you sometimes, but I love you anyway Right now I love you and I hate you at the same time I hope that you will someday comprehend the pain you are putting me through My thoughts are so confused, so jarbled, even I can't understand myself Please hear my cry for help and bring back my world ___________________________________________________________________ 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/getjuno.html or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 08 Jan 1999 14:46:43 PST From: "Erin Benoit" Subject: ET: 2 cool poems Halo again Here are two poems that my ex gave me (he did't write them) just thought they were really cool so I thought I would post them...the first one reminds me of Jewel's writing and how she seems to capture idea or views that we never thought of before. Your Poem, Man... By Edward Lueders unless there's one thing seen suddenly against another - a parsnip sprouting for a president, or hailstones melting in an ashtray - nothing really happens. It takes surprise and wild connections, doesn't it? A walrus chewing ona ballpoint pen. Two blue tail - lights on Tyrannosaurus Rex. Green cheese teeth. Maybe what we wanted lest. Or most. Some unexpected pleats. Words that never knew each other till right now. Plug us into the wrong socket and see what blow - or what lights up. Try untried circuitry, new fuses. Tell is like it never really was, man, and maybe we can see it like it is. Directions To The Armorer By Elder Olson All right, armorer, Make me a sword - Not too sharp, A bit hard to draw, And of cardboard, preferably. On second thought, stick An eraser on the handle. Somehow I always Clobber the wrong guy. Make me a sheild with Easy-to-change Insignia. I'm often A little vague As to which side I'm on, What battle I'm in. And listen, make it A trifle flimsy, Not too hard to pierce. I'm not absolutely sure I want to win. Make the armor itself As tough as possible, But on the reverse Principle: don't Worry about its Saving my hide; Just fix it to give me Some sort of protection - Any sort of protection - From a possible enemy Inside. Cool huh? What did you think? Different perspectives. Erin *********************************************** Lay me out in firelight and re-invent my name. Angel of the Zodiac *********************************************** ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #8 ********************************