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Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: la [Miles and Prystowsky ] ET: this or that [Naomi Vaughn ] ET: poetry ["Goddess of all that is swank" ] ET: poem [Courtney M Gordon ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 05 Mar 1999 22:24:31 -0800 From: Miles and Prystowsky Subject: ET: la wow, everyone's poetry seems just so...incredible to me lately. especially summer's, which always strikes a match in me going "light! light!", it's just beautiful. maybe cuz sum's mah special gal pal n she's jus so much like me. :) anyway, i haven't been writing anything too shockingly like "wow! profound!" lately, i've been thinking a lot, dancing a lot, but not writing a lot. however i'm going to share with you some diary stuff, you guys being my "thoughts-and-it's-okay" people; but first, a short poem. first a briefing of a strange thing i wrote...it means basically nothing so i don't know why i'm typing it, just go with it because it's impulse. alright, you overactive pain in the ass. you gave your picture to young & modern trying out for their cover shot & you grate your words into my ears thinking that cause you're something, well then - i'm not. told ya it was zilch. :) but now, for the "pie," so to speak. a wig, purple flowers, blonde hair in the sun. a picture orange at edges not from age, but overexposure. Hands, here, there, everywhere, clasped together, & jeans, & blue. A sky, eyes, someone's nail polish. a crazy yellow banana hat & one red pant leg cut off the straight edge, a big smile, many smiles, misplaced teeth, heights so different they're like mixed books. a car, very far, distant, & a stroller wheel big & white & green, in the foreground. Rabbit ears. a slushy drink, a candy wrapper, an empty bench blocked by legs, & a poet. - -sm, 3.7.99 last of all... taste the fruit it is so sweet, so sweet, so thorny in its beauty.- i can't help but love it in its alluring calm. the core is solid & the juice spills over, almost radiating in its own pure bliss. - -sm, 2-20-99 and now for the thoughts, so to speak, as though those weren't thoughts. feb. 7th, 99 - ah, i'm just like...i've melted into the entire subjective world/realm of teeness. makes zilch sense. it's that we're so searching. for love - - and in that we're passionate, innocent, gentle -; for living - from energy-pumped-metal-musiced laughter & hystarical fun to laying in solitude & feeling depth -; to crowded & panging drifting seeking feelings, to clarity & calm. thinking, thinking, pulsing, feeling, knowing, unknowing - simplicity, then complexity. an effort to seem careless or casual & a giving in to sweeps & swirls of mixed color. being a teenager, it's like - once you know it exists; then you dream of it; then you walk timidly around it in observation; then you are either grabbed or you let go & open-armed, let loose & fall in, or run with power. whatever the way, sudden or gradual merge, it nearly feels like life is now beginning. b/c now, after all, you think for yourself - instead of not caring, maybe. however it is, it's a beginning continuing, & such a strong everything-to-the-full awesome time. march 5th, 99- "my stomach flutters & i feel sometimes ashamed, i'm the castle with the broken shutters & this is not a guessing game." - lisa loeb i just read a letter from a friend [we'll call her A] about her boyfriend. i so entirely understood the happiness of her letter, how every little thing is perfect; i guess my first bf was, too - heaven - but all good things end, or fade into something different, changed. but reading it also made me sad, somehow...lonely, i guess. i don't know why...it's like, yeah, i do want that again. that beauty really is wonderful. she explained every little kiss. :) ...i realized that, with each new person, everything comes new again, too. you have to be a real slut or have had a really hard time to be "ruined." things are always different, always something unique. which is good, b/c i'd hope each person is different, too. it's a funny kind of view i have about star-crossed first-couples. i never really believed in those cliches, but really, they're so true. love is like honey that thickens your veins & fogs your vision - & makes everything a golden hue to look at. i think a girl grows a lot in that first relationship. i used to think, maybe it was just me, but now that my other friend got dumped, i realized that it's a common change. you grow. you may retain your freshness & innocence, but you're definately different afterwards. you feel wiser. perhaps you don't use that wisdom - after all, you're still young - but you have it, & when things are quiet, it creeps into you, like a silent & gentle breeze. it doesn't ever really drift away. it lingers, & returns to you, every so often. & it can still you, stop you in motion, so that you notice it, just its mere presence. wisdom, i think, is something that comes so gradually & remains just as gently. gently, but intensely. so anyway, the way i look on these couples, it's interesting. so hopeful, giddy, - sensing the changes already growing on them, but still too immeshed in the moment to think twice or take further notice. i see them as sweet - i hold that still myself, but now i can see how it is from both ends. from their end, it's pure enjoyment - from the other end, you can see its innocence. from their view, it's a delightful glowing haze - outside, i can see clearly, the bigger picture, the fantasy & the facts. & so that makes you feel older, too. it's different, cause you're not seeing it like someone inexperienced - as dumb or funny or longing-to-know or a tease fest - you know, you see, understand - & also smile at it a bit. yah, my thoughts. love- sam the ? angel ------------------------------ Date: 6 Mar 99 01:01:45 CST From: Naomi Vaughn Subject: ET: this or that hey angels ~ well, here's just a few poems...I couldn't decide what to send and what not to send...so...no telling what you'll end up with. :) well, i'll spare you all my rattlings...take care.. always ever, Naomi the unknown sometimes forgotten "okie" angel sun&moon birthed of darkness formed of light the moon, my sweet mère the stars, my lullaby child of the night, bathed in moonlight, kissed by constellations my warm père, the sun, he brings me happy days soaks my skin in his loving embrace I'm the creation of this universe the product of night & day's love affair. 1:58am/2mar99 ____________________________________________________________________ More than just email--Get your FREE Netscape WebMail account today at http://home.netscape.com/netcenter/mail ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 05 Mar 1999 23:45:37 PST From: "Goddess of all that is swank" Subject: ET: poetry I am currently working on a web site featuring some of my poetry and somgs, and also it will feature any other poetry submitted. If you would like to submit any of your work, or someone else's for that matter, please reply to me privately :) Tonya "I am not a pretty girl, I want to be more than a pretty girl." Ani DiFranco ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 6 Mar 1999 21:29:52 -0500 From: Courtney M Gordon Subject: ET: poem (corrupt) (dedicated to Keebler) I hate you. Or, maybe not. I guess underneath the lies, deception, the backstabbing and your way of perverting everything, there may be a good person. But you know, a true friend only stabs you in the front. ___________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. 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