From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #2 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, April 22 1998 Volume 01 : Number 002 Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: Too Tired for an Intro... Just a poem. ["Ryan Wyche" ] ET: Half-day Tues-day, miserable. [uranium_eagle@juno.com (Issac J Brogdo] ET: quotes, rules, replies, and of course, a poem [uranium_eagle@juno.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Tue, 21 Apr 1998 01:48:01 +0000 From: "Ryan Wyche" Subject: ET: Too Tired for an Intro... Just a poem. Hello Everyone... I just wanted to say one or two things, and then I'll move one. First of all, I've really enjoyed some of the great talent which has already been showcased on this list, and I look forward to what the future holds for us all. Also, a big hand for Lara, and all of the things she's been busy doing to help this list evolve rather quickly to the current status. Okay, only other thought right now is this... I've seen a couple of people asking about putting poems up on personal web-pages and such, and I have no problem with anyone who may wish do to so with my work. I might not always have time to send one poem to several different people for them to include it, but once I put something up on this list, anyone is welcome to use it. I only ask a couple small things. 1- If you use a poem, please at least send an e-mail letting me know you did, and maybe include the URL of where it can be found. 2- If you are including links on your page of poems, please be kind enough to link to my personal homepage from my poem or name on your site. 3- And finally, please feel free to send me any feedback on anything I might post. Okay don't with that, and I better get to the poem before this gets any longer. This is actually the first poem I have writen in about 10 years, and I hope to find some of my old work some day soon, so that I may look back at myself, and see how the snakeskin has evolved. So at any rate, Enjoy... The Rise of the Sun Everywhere 'round me People are cheated From what makes thier life thier own. The dreams and passions All too often Fade with the rise of the sun. In all manner of nights, When mind is released From the burdens that living imposes, Your soul opens up, Your heart comes to life, And the spirit inside you discloses Such a magical place, Where the world is alive, Your emotions are all twice as strong. And I just don't know why; I can't understand How for most it must perish at dawn. Tatasa 3-24-98 Thanks again to everyone for taking part in this, and making it wonderful. I'll share more soon. Goodnight. "Your life becomes what you believe" -Jewel Make your life extraordinary! Tatasa Ever wonder Who is Tatasa Anyway? http://www.geocities.com/Yosemite/Trails/4250/ ICQ# 6915755 ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 21 Apr 1998 15:02:58 -0500 From: gosiam@juno.com Subject: ET: woke up, to find, i lost my mind, lost heart, lost nerve, i lost my favorite word, Emily.. hi..:) i've been reading everyone's poetry, and i have to say, we have some awesome writers*poets, on this list.. i want you guys to listen to me for a minute..please? i've been really "depressed" lately..and well, i've shown it too much.. like yesterday, i was listening to a lot of "sad" songs..like Emily, 1,000 miles away, and then some un- Jewel stuff like bush(bonedriven, wild horses, glycerine, alien, etc), portishead(roads.), sarah(angel, black&white, elsewhere,wait), etc..btw, did anyone watch the 12 angry viewers with the portishead video for roads?(i think it was roads..)anywayz, i wake up thinking i wish i would never wake up again (scary... ugh..) i really don't get why i feel like this..my life isn't *that* bad..i have friends and stuff..it's just this feeling i can't fight..have any of you evr felt like this? i feel like such a loner..i mean, i get these really weird dreams, that i'm like running through long hallways, and there's this thing behind me chasing me.. my friend takes psychology classes (she's been my shrink for quite a while.) and she says i have some kind of tension..i dunno what to think... the bigggest problem is that i don't know how to deal with this..we have spring break now, and i have time to reload (?!), but i try to listen to happy songs like some dance stuff, but i end always end up turning it off.. when school does start again, my friends are gonna come to pick me up, when they do, they end up talking and i'm the silent stereotype..it's like everythig they say is so pointless.. i know that sounds impossible, but it does get like that..and my friends can tell wheni'm like that, we have uniforms at our school, and so i can't wear all black or anything, so i just wear dark make - up.. i called my friend evon, a couple of times to tell her to tell angelina veronica and natalie not to pick me up, 'cause i have stuff to do in the morning..of course that's just a little cover up... i know i'm wasting room here, but i have a poem... *******electric light******* the tears don't stop the fears are always there this life is not what it meant to be i want to be free you won't understand no one will it's not like they try their all full of lies my face is frozen frozen in an expression grief grief for myself now i know it's real it's not a dream it may not seem so but its better just to loose yourself loose yourslef in your misery wish someone would take me away just let me lay lay down onto a cloud of dreams..... sorry for the sad post, but i needed to get all that out.. if you read then thank you bunches.. **alien** _____________________________________________________________________ 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 Or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 21 Apr 1998 16:32:42 -0400 (Eastern Daylight Time) From: Kara Garbe Subject: ET: my take on life Hey everyone! In response to Lara's question, I'm in a long distance relationship, 2200 miles. Even though I've never been happier, a lot of what I write is sad because of the distance. I'm trying to write some happy "Guys are great" stuff though! Anyway, this right here has nothing to do with relationships, it's just something I wrote a few days ago. Please send me any comments on it! ~*~*~*~*~ So this is life. An endless series of greyhound stations. Buses are constantly coming and going because every stop is just a hub on the way to somewhere else, somewhere infinitely greener than the grass you currently lay on in your feeble attempt to get some sun. To the rider there is a definite starting and stopping point, but I don't want to be an idle passenger, I want control, I want to drive. But when you're at the wheel you see the ride for what it is, you see the journey that has no beginning nor ending, for all the starting gates and the finish lines overlap each other until a steady stream of coming and going, starting and stopping, birth and death blur the lines that keep time within safe borders. And the string of pauses at each station become just that, as you sit today at the counter staring up at the woman with stringy blue hair and cracked yellow teeth, basing your decision - waffles versus pancakes - on whether you think you'll find an ihop or a waffle house at your next stop. But tomorrow is another bus station and another decision to be made as the face in the mirror stares back, her yellow teeth shattering into your hands and slipping through your fingers like so many futures that could have been but now never will be. Kara ~ the aspiring angel ~ - -------------------------------------------------- "Drinkers and jokers, all soul searchers Like you and me... Drinkers and jokers. all soul searchers Searching for love love love..." ~dave matthews ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 21 Mar 1998 15:51:12 -0500 From: uranium_eagle@juno.com (Issac J Brogdon) Subject: ET: Half-day Tues-day, miserable. Hey Everyone! I've got a confession to make: I need emotion to survive. I know, I know, I know, that sounds crazy, but personally, I like that adrenallin rush you get when you're trespassing, risking it all. I like the way it feels to beat my arch enemy in a CC race. I like the way it feels to out bench members of the football team. I love the look in your eyes when you see that I didn't forget anything that's to do with you. I like the taste of sweat. I like the feeling of love. I like the way that food looks. And the list goes on! Well, I thought that I'd make a challenge to you all. Your favorite emotion to feel: what is it? Really, think about it...(you shouldn't already be done)... Well, when you finally decide whatever it is that you love the most, remember to treasure it. There's this one quote that I'm TRYING TO LIVE BY: (and you should ALL know who said it) It goes something like this: 'I don't want to die, and, while lying on my death bed, discover that I have not lived.' Of course, this isn't to say that you should live life like an emergency, nor should you live it with the anxiety of a dress rehersal, cause you only have one chance at it. I'm just saying, live life to the fullest. Let's pretend that we ARE doing a play, it's dress rehersal, night before opening, here goes everything... We all have our own lines (our lives) And the entire cast (everyone IMPORTANT in your life) has an audience to make an impression on (the people AROUND your life) of course, you know that there can only be ONE shining star (it's between you and your arch enemy) one of you, well, let's say the ENEMY will succeed with the general audience (have more 'friends' than you) the other, well, let's say YOU will succeed with the cast, the crew, and the REAL critics. (your friends, family, and business associates) and of all those betraying 'friends' your enemy earns, none will equal that of a single of yours. ****But you have to remember that ALL of your friends will ETERNALLY be drawn to the lifestyle that your ENEMY has achieved. You CAN'T expect them to wait around you waiting for something to happen. Take, for instance, my life. Once again, I waited FAR TOO LONG to say anything to that -current- special someone, and now, they, with the chance to EVER be with them, is gone.**** Yes, I am aware that this post is long. ;) I intended it to be that way. _____________________________________________________________________ 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 Or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 21 Mar 1998 15:59:57 -0500 From: uranium_eagle@juno.com (Issac J Brogdon) Subject: ET: quotes, rules, replies, and of course, a poem Wow, two posts in one day! ok, now that I'm off my 'I hate myself for waiting too long' trip, I have a couple of comments to make. One-Why don't we ALL (the current members on this list, and a select few outside of our little clique) get together (electronically), combine our poems, and get them all copyrighted? I mean, between the nearly..what lara, tell us our population...the price would be minimal. Then, we could put it up on the net, and even though we won't make any money off it, we could always credit ourselves as being published. ;) Two-if ANYONE likes quotes or 'rules for life' themes, e-mail me, I do a bi-daily edition of each. Three-Glad we're all happy again Four-i HAD an internet relationship, but is wasn't destined to be (seems to be that way with all my relationships.) Five-a poem (at long last) ___ little girls play house and pretend to like it even though they hate it and will hate it memorizing remedies for coughs and colds and stings and scracthes they find little boys to play house with them 'pull' them away from cope and robbers 'drag' them away from football game and water fights and the boy will go, because as much as the little girl hates playing house, he hates being on the little league team and working w/ daddy cuz he always has to pick up the mess little boys and little girls will become bigger men and women always recalling on their suffarage as good ol' times cuz life doesn't get any better ___ To Sarah on the 20th of January 1998 while listening to songs of my heart going on, i lie and wander what it'd be like just a simple gesture of your body next to mine no obsessive thoughts or comments, just a chance as small as it might be, the chance of a lifetime, a chance once more to open yet another door i've sharpened one too many #2 pencils, spent far too long picking the peanuts out of my extra crunchy peanut butter and jelly sandwich isn't it funny how radio dj's sound different with head phones? strange that milk tastes different with milk versus pizza. jesus, i'm denying it here that if i don't do something now, the chance won't be there later forgettin gthat you don't give a damn if i'll be there forever if i'm not here now. cuz sitting on my roof isn't fun if i'm not talking to you staring at the stars doesn't appeal if i can't see you smile uP there endless "i love yous" don't mean a ting if they're only in my head is there a chance in hell or in heaven should i keep on waiting or does love keep on fading away mr. jones called me uP to his desk today 1st day of second semester had to get my # in case he had to call my folks the "c" in your name, and the "b" in mine meant you'd be right next to me on his list of students i stole a peak at the your phone number i already had but i was to afraid to call because i didn't know waht to say never was one much for pick-uP lines or eye-catching flirts just an average guy, hoping to catch your attn, by some sponatneous miracle. and how miraculous it could be if i could show you that i actually care in a virtual conecoupia of wasted words and years i wanted to show you I GIVE A DAMN! ____ Well, two poems. Saying good night Seatle, this is Dr. Frasier Crane, so long. _____ There is something wonderful about seeing a wrong-headed majority assailed by what I have to say. - --me _____ james _____________________________________________________________________ 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 Or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #2 ********************************