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Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: Poem:Thursday Night ["Claudia" ] ET: Poem (Intangibles-The End of an Age) [Christopher Overholser ] Re: ET: school cliques (and there's a bad poem at the end of mine) ["Chri] Re: ET: oh dear lord [BuTuRFLiZ@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 8 Oct 1999 10:50:18 +0200 From: "Claudia" Subject: ET: Poem:Thursday Night Hi everybody! Hope you are all doing great. This is a poem i wrote yesterday night and i would be really glad to know what you think about it. Any comment is more than welcome! Thanks. Claudia. **************************************************************************** ****************************************************+ Thursday Night I kept on loving you like a child staring at the sun and now i'm blind. Yes, you blinded me. Your words seemed so real but now i wonder if you have ever really loved me. You suddenly disappeared like the sun behind a cloud and left me alone like a child in a labyrinth of thoughts. Now i feel like a book with no title. All the pages are still blank, only on the last page there is written 'The End'. You tried to write something but your pride slowly erased it all. ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 08 Oct 1999 12:34:18 -0400 From: Christopher Overholser Subject: ET: Poem (Intangibles-The End of an Age) This is one of my longer poems, hence the long title. Any comments are more than welcome! Thanks! Intangibles -The End of an Age Power is an illusion that one makes chase upon, but never meets face to face. Faith is strength which is beyond logic and reason; It is a coat we should wear in ever single season. Honesty is the one stone we may always stand on; It is our strength of character: our honor bond. Tolerance is the willingness to accept other ideals. It makes our great dreams real. Optimism lets us storm the highest tower; It is the only way to catch elusive power. Hate is a great and evil foe; It poisons our souls to make others feel low. Hope is catching a shooting star and making the distance between you and your dreams not so far. Yearning is wanting to chase the infinite dawn and never giving up until the distance is gone. Sin is an imperfection that only faith will cure though evil will try to tempt with false promises of lure. Kindness is a bright, warm halo. We give it alike to friend and foe. Fear is a limitation, we put on ourselves; our uncertainty is nothing, but food for its mouth. Jubilation is yearning slated; this is oh to rarely fated. Pacing is the building of a train of thought. This must be wrought and never bought. Idealism is the grand vision of what things should be and it is blinded by the horrific things it does see. Censorship is the slow, yet deadly starvation of all that is clean and pure in our civilization. Acceptance or its lack drives our internal fire. The energy from which either makes us relentless-We'll never tire. Pity is trying to hold and conform others to your standard. It as absurd as teaching a fish to be a bird. Pain is a stinging reminder of our own morality. It says the we're not dreaming,- this is not fantasy. Conformity is the crushing of individualism. It is a system of communism. Individualism is deciding on for our own what is right. We must clear our eyes and use our sight. Understanding is the soothing of pain of one's soul. It is oh so easy, there's no high toll. Rejection is the merciless crushing of the brave. They have no hope-no feelings left to save. Courage is doing what is right without thinking and all too often drowning and sinking. Love is the dream-like ecstasy getting out of hand- beyond other's weak capacity to ever understand. Death is the cure of all the problems and pains of life; Quoting Plato and Socrates answer it ends all strife. A poet's plight is to be dead and achieving fame and immortality in life's stead. Alone is the opposite of fame seeing others and wishing to be drawn in like a moth to a flame. Silence can be achieved when nothing is left; only achieved in cold and stiff death. Inspiration is a stroke of lighting; A necessary purge, yet sometimes frightening. Nature is the beginning of us all and in the end her plan states we all must fall. Life is an all too brief struggle- fighting to build paradise among the ruin and rubble. Mercy is giving to others what they should take and bettering them for their own sake. Transcendentalism is giving goodness wings and a voice which let's humanity spirit sing. Risk is the chill in one's spine; a gamble to make things sublime. Virtue is the purity of a maiden's heart and with it the greatest ambitions may start. Degradation builds like rust- slowly-,but it reduces our morals to dust. Anger is a flame which burns our personality down too much of it and we'll die without a sound. Longing is a glacier slowly, it consumes everything in a person; it is utter doom. Justice should never have transpired. It is backlash of a gun that never should have been fired. Dreams are scrambled messages of the divine. They are difficult to understand, but great signs. Nostalgia is longing for the past that has gone all too fast. Time just continues to pass. I reach to stop it, but it eludes my grasp. Democracy isn't the most perfect government to exist. It is only as good as the people of which it consists. ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 7 Oct 1999 17:41:47 -0400 From: Mandabear Four Subject: ET: school cliques is anyone else out there feeling socially frustrated? I noticed that that's the reason i've been depressed lately. I have two classes at school that i especially have problems with the people...one class is my Latin class...when I walk in there, I feel very hostile and there is a lot of negative energy that flows through it. I always seem angry in the class. The people are kind of clique-ish there but not so much as in my English class...when I walk into that room I always feel cold. The people in there are such snobs and they think they are better than everyone because they either excel in "their" sport or they have all kinds of money. I am really starting to notice how unhappy school is making me and it's the people that are contributing to it. I can't believe I never saw the depth of shallowness at my school...is anyone else dealing with the same thing? I have tried to write poetry about it but it never comes out right...can anyone help me out? Mrs. Transue... what do you think about this all? ~Mandabear~ The Forever Seeking Teen Angel ___________________________________________________________________ Get the Internet just the way you want it. Free software, free e-mail, and free Internet access for a month! Try Juno Web: http://dl.www.juno.com/dynoget/tagj. ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 08 Oct 1999 17:03:24 PDT From: "Chris Sylvester" Subject: Re: ET: school cliques (and there's a bad poem at the end of mine) hey, i know the feeling. very cold, dark, and unforgiving. it sucks, doesn't it? in my case, it's not exactly one particular class that's like that... i just get it wherever i go at school. i don't know.. it's weird. but i just go home, crank up the new CREED album (NUMBER F- ONE BABY!!!!! "HUMAN CLAY" debuts at NUMBER FREAKING ONE ON THE BILLBOARD CHARTS!) sorry bout that. i'm a huge CrEEd fan, as well as Jewel. I like them for the same reasons.. deep lyrics that have to be chewed on for a while, before you can digest them. anywayz... i really know the feeling. and for me, it's ReAllY weird- when school started this year, all of my friends somehow found different groups to be in, and i'm not in any of them. the hour before school is spent waiting for the library to open so i can go sit in there and look up guitar stuff on the internet, and lunch is spent finding loopholes in the school's internet-use agreement (they can NOT keep me from communicating with the outside world at school. if convicts can do it, so can i!) the entire place is cold. it feels like.... not like i'm being punished for something i've done recently. but more like i'm dead. this is hell. and i don't know what i did when i was living. In hell, no flames scorch my flesh There is no red guy with a poker. No, in hell All that exists is me. And a shadow that hides all light. A warped reality, A reflection in a fractured mirror. It's cold. I'm so cold. Why can't they see me shiver? sorry bout that. i can't get all depressed without getting poetic, and i'll admit it myself, that one was really bad. it's the only way i could describe what school feels like to me. is that about what it's like for you? for anybody else? ~Sly "What consumes your thoughts controlls your life" "What if your words could be judged like a crime?" - - - - -CREED- - - - - ----Original Message Follows---- From: Mandabear Four To: -AwsomeWriters-@onelist.com, webpoets@webpoets.org, eda-thoughts@smoe.org, Speaktruth@yahoo.com, notnp@juno.com, blondie21698@yahoo.com, funkeychic@aol.com, poppins@99main.com Subject: ET: school cliques Date: Thu, 7 Oct 1999 17:41:47 -0400 is anyone else out there feeling socially frustrated? I noticed that that's the reason i've been depressed lately. I have two classes at school that i especially have problems with the people...one class is my Latin class...when I walk in there, I feel very hostile and there is a lot of negative energy that flows through it. I always seem angry in the class. The people are kind of clique-ish there but not so much as in my English class...when I walk into that room I always feel cold. The people in there are such snobs and they think they are better than everyone because they either excel in "their" sport or they have all kinds of money. I am really starting to notice how unhappy school is making me and it's the people that are contributing to it. I can't believe I never saw the depth of shallowness at my school...is anyone else dealing with the same thing? I have tried to write poetry about it but it never comes out right...can anyone help me out? Mrs. Transue... what do you think about this all? ~Mandabear~ The Forever Seeking Teen Angel ___________________________________________________________________ Get the Internet just the way you want it. Free software, free e-mail, and free Internet access for a month! Try Juno Web: http://dl.www.juno.com/dynoget/tagj. ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 8 Oct 1999 23:43:08 EDT From: BuTuRFLiZ@aol.com Subject: Re: ET: oh dear lord the same thing happened to me only he WOULDN'T give up, and it had been 10 months, and he'd left his family (which moved 2000 miles away) to be with me...he always wants to "talk" like that's gonna make me change my mind or something...and he doesn't want me to talk to anyone about it because he thinks they'll influence my decision...he comes over every morning and wakes me up to bring a note or flowers or who knows what and i try to be nice but he won't listen so i have to be brutal and scream "I JUST WANT OUT!!" i feel so tied down...and i'm falling for my best friend....it's ridiculous...i feel like i just jumped out of one of those shows on the WB or something... hey i'm meg, btw. i've been an EDA for like 3 years...i never say much...just sit back and lurk, mostly...i think i'm gonna post some of my poetry soon...and if ya'll don't mind i may unload on ya'll every now and then. till then.... love, meg *the procrastinating angel* ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #287 **********************************