From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #220 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 Friday, July 30 1999 Volume 02 : Number 220 * 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: Some poems ["Erin Benoit" ] ET: Any one going to Lilith Fair at Hersery Park??? [JewelAng@aol.com] ET: hi ["C. C. & S." ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 29 Jul 1999 06:21:04 PDT From: "Erin Benoit" Subject: ET: Some poems Halo Angels, Now that the FLorida date is official the peotry contest on Alloy.com is official I guess so here's some of my poetry. Any thoughts on which I should enter would be greatly appreciated! Most if not all of my poetry is Jewel inspired and I'm sure some of you will recognize those parts. But this one I wrote with a friend and I think I may just send it in as Jewel seems to have an obsession with cigarettes. heehee... Here goes: Life... ~~~ Life is like a box of cigarettes Some are long, some are short Light up and the fun begins A few puffs later life's a drag Like an addiction to death, the best comes last... the kill. _____________________________ My Version of Marital Carnival: ~~~~ I question you You question me It's the merry-go-round Of this intimacy _____________________________ July 26/99 ~1:40am ~~~ She sees things that aren't even there Things that exist only in her own mind She wraps her soul around her thoughts only to find Her mind is empty Her soul is bare Nakedness stares back from the mirror Only the Devil would pay for such things. (as in selling your soul to the Devil...) ______________________________ Extension of last poem: ~~~ I bought many a soul from the vendor on that corner He never said where they came from or how they ended up in his possesion Souls like these don't travel far from bodies They are seperate from Spirit. _____________________________ Philosophy: ~~~ What will happen now that: - -You've left me? - -You're gone? - -The winds have changed? - -The water is dry? - -The waves wash upon your shore not mine? What will happen then? ____________________________________ Little Ditty ~~~ You gather me in your arms When the rain pours down around us Passionate kisses fall on numb lips as our hair gets wetter than damp. _________________________________ July 27/99 ~10:30pm ~~~~ Then I wonder when all of this will be mine My body aches for forgiveness from my soul For wanting more than just this survival But a life of my own ~~~~ My mind craves the authenticity of a Fog Horn in the night Beckoning me to come home to the same self I knew once years ago ~~~~ How have I changed to be unrecognizable in the mirror? Yet left not one mark in this life that's worth mentioning to anyone? No signature song or phrase a drifting copycat out to seek a sense of self Who knew finding yourself would cost so much And take up so much precious time? ~~~ We are addicted to time. Time is but a human invention. I will have no part of that! ___________________________________ Sometime after 10:30pm on the 27th of July more philosophy! ~~~ Who painted that fine line between such things as: right and wrong? vanity and confidence? a hero and a fool? Who founded the grey between the black and the white? Who decided a shadow should be attached at the foot? Where do you end up when you're floating in space? ______________________________________ July 29/99 ~2:49am - yet more philosophy! ~~~ When hope takes a risk is it an accomplishment? When a fatal stupity survives the prediction of death is it a miracle? Are heroes born and fools made? Or is it the other way around? _____________________________________ And finally, July 29th/99 ~5:30am (remembering the day my mother read my diary and said only this, "It's great that you want to express yourself, dear, but there's no need for such vulgar language!" and I just stood there shocked!) ~~~ A wise soul she does not keep Behind that wall of flesh Callowness drips from her every pore Yet her posture boasts a certain Sophistication I want to break down her walls And hold a mirror to her soul Let loose her Spirit Apply the jaws of life to her mind And show her it is in silence that one discovers himself. ___________________________________ Then there are these: I posted this one recently I think, but I want you to consider it for this contest also: Chains ~~~ Your drunken stupor mourns the loss of that last beer down your throat You stumble into the room looking like a cliche... maybe the beer was your best friend. You give me the 'once-over' before sloppily laying your leaden arm across my shoulders Your eyes can not focus on me yet something in them holds me captive I squirm to get out of your reach. Your breath makes me nauseous as you grab my arm hard prooving only to your conceited ego that you are in control. The look that falls across your face now is a vacant one. You just want one thing from me and I quietly thank whoever decided that alcohol should have a drowsy effect on its user and make them lose the physical ability to perform such animalistic acts. I promise I'll leave him tomorrow, right after I clean up the room. _______________________________________- September 15, 1998 ~11:50pm Give Me One Night Alone ~~~ The moon was bright But my heart shone dim My shadow traced my body perfectly an outline on the pavement Pushing horrible thoughts from my head I ran towards him As I got closer and closer to the outreached hand His image grew faint I jumped into the faded mirage and fell straight to the ground It's things like this that leave the rigid scars on my Spirit __________________________________ April 2, 1999 ~6:30am Why Should I? ~~~ Why should I want to leave you basking in the sunlight when what awaits me it the hot hell of the seatbelt buckle against my bare skin? Why Should I want to suck back flavored ice syrup when outside nature's cold white blanket escorts the Earth into its sleep? Why should I want to rake up Autumn burned leaves when three more tumble like cool air down to the very spot I just raked? Why should I want to hear birds sing lullabies when my childrens ears are warm in their beds awaiting only the sound of my voice? ________________________________- Another little ditty- Do you not see it's the addiction you crave- Not the substance? __________________________________ June 5,1996 ~8:35am The sun hides itself in a shadow by the lake The night takes cover from the storm under a nearby rosebush It fills the air with a beautiful fresh scent and the day becomes to hot and jealous. ___________________________________ Okay, I'm done for now...heehee...for those of you still reading.. Thank you! This is the part when you respond...:) Erin ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 29 Jul 1999 13:16:37 EDT From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: ET: Any one going to Lilith Fair at Hersery Park??? Hello all, Just wondering if any one is going to be going to this Lilith Fair show...if you are Email me privatley....maybe we can meet at the concert or something....It's this Saturday....Well Love and Luck to all... ~Rebecca the indifferent up angel ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 29 Jul 1999 11:05:59 -0700 From: "C. C. & S." Subject: ET: hi hi babes, i'm home, i'm sad. recap of camp (very very very very very short recap): summer had wings (purple fairy ones), i met a lot of really nice people, i sang 3 times in the talent shows, i learned the charlston and 6-step lindy, and only slept in my actual bed one time samara ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #220 **********************************