From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #271 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 Wednesday, September 22 1999 Volume 02 : Number 271 * 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: Poem (Where Rhythm meets Rhyme [Christopher Overholser ] ET: MY BODY [Djp1414@aol.com] ET: blabber ["Brian H" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Tue, 21 Sep 1999 08:28:50 -0400 From: Christopher Overholser Subject: ET: Poem (Where Rhythm meets Rhyme Any comments for better or worse are more than welcome. Do not hesitate, I would really appreciate anything. Where Rhythm meets Rhyme (Version 2) I stand outside of space and outside of time. In a place, where rhythm meets rhyme. All my time is about spent- With foolish me being too hesitant. I never know what to do or say. I bid you adieu, my pen, as I enter the fray. The final fray of last dances- The final opportunity for lost chances. I've taken a beating and am nearly dead- And all I have to show is an aching head. Poor, Isabel was just being kind all along. What I have tried was oh so wrong. How a glance, an image can hold hope burning brightly and fear freezing cold. Every memory of you is etched in forever, Yet some words cannot be uttered-ever. ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 21 Sep 1999 20:06:44 -0400 From: "Robert A. Peate" Subject: ET: tears of joy my life, my love, rewarded, redeemed. my soul saved by a shivergirl, my love returned by a robin, my everything emme. ***** i believe the written word has always been my true voice. ~tara stevens ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 21 Sep 1999 22:11:32 EDT From: Djp1414@aol.com Subject: ET: MY BODY My Body is a temple ~ to be adored and praised to be worshiped and loved ! I havnt written in for a long time so I thought I'd give a small quote... later Dan ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 21 Sep 1999 21:47:02 CDT From: "Brian H" Subject: ET: blabber I haven't written poetry forever! And I feel SOO guilty. I think I will write some tonight. I've been going through a lot with my ex-girlfriend, whom I've blabbed about before. And me liking her... still. I know, it makes me sound like a jerk. But the thing here is: I think she still likes me, she is just so negative about herself, that she doesn't think I could ever like her. Now, what should I do? I need to let her know that I honestly care about her, and need her. HELP! Ok, I know it's shitty. oops, can I say that? sure why not. I can't say it anywhere else in my life. Ok, well I guess I can, but... now I'm going to hit add signature, and then send, so you guys can move on with your lives. [c: ߮I@N "The Jelly Doughnut of an Angel" halaasb@hotmail.com ICQ: 40694569 AIM: brianh5036 Please visit my site: http://come.to/lifeuncommon ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #271 **********************************