From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #17 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 Thursday, May 7 1998 Volume 01 : Number 017 Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: sad poem - long [DGlowAngel ] ET: duh! [uranium_eagle@juno.com (Issac J Brogdon)] ET: experience of a lifetime!!! [uranium_eagle@juno.com (Issac J Brogdon)] ET: heya [moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us)] ET: i would like to post something here [Karen Miller ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Wed, 6 May 1998 15:29:13 EDT From: DGlowAngel Subject: ET: sad poem - long well, I fell in love. This guy has been in love with me for three years, but I was never sure if I loved him, so we were just friends. Then, I woke up one morning totally in love with him. I was so happy, I was going to search him out and tell him. Right before I found him, a mutual friend of ours told me he was going out with another girl, and he had just asked her out minutes before. Needless to say, I was crushed. But I managed to move on, and I was pretty ok for about a month, but then at prom we danced. And danced and danced. To most of the fast songs and all the slow songs. Ever since then I can't stop crying, and I know he's feeling the same way but doesn't want to leave his girlfriend, which only makes it worse for me. I haven't eaten or slept in four day, guys. I miss him. I would have been ok if he'd never kissed me or touched me. I just didn't know what to do, so I wrote this. WITHOUT YOU I lie in my bed, try to think Of what to do It seems so strange lying here without you I try to remember my life before It seems like I just don't like here anymore This body is filled With memories of your touch And this body aches It misses you so much Your hands were the only God it had ever had But now it just hurts, it misses you so bad I tell others I don't love you anymore That I'm not waiting to see Your face smiling at my door But they know I'm lying, I guess It isn't hard to see I'm really just a mess So you found another woman One who loves as good as she looks So I'll move on, really Or I'll get lost in my books Somedays I still don't know what to do Oh God, I can't believe I'm lying here without you ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 6 May 1998 15:32:41 -0500 From: uranium_eagle@juno.com (Issac J Brogdon) Subject: ET: duh! eda-thoughts@smoe.org Yah, good me, so excited, I fogot that someone might want to read and critique the poem...actually, it's not as good, not as rich as I had hoped and felt, but it is something I wrote, nonetheless.... 05/05/98 ib Crawling across frozen waters what will i find on the other side of mortal existence? divinity? but only existence, consequentially knowledge of death, allows that kind of slow, restrained motion A slowed commercial about rain falling angry in my face i can feel it coming back again That kind of nervous passion knowing what you're doing is wrong is what makes you want it even more shame Heavy, moist breath of winter fading seductive purple passion of spring blossoms and lilacs All unpredictable clouds descending shrowding my view of the future but red of love shines threw burns threw the foggy existense dewy morning crisp with a warm, selucing blindness in the sunlight Bodies sway in the passion of the moment like tree branches in a gusty breeze Everytime I look at you I remember what it's all about - -truth in existence. _______ ok, so I don't really like the ending, but just typing that out makes me feel so rushed again...it's amazing, like realizing for the first time that you're in love... I guess that you'd have to be me to understand this poem... But, truthfully, we're all just a single soul living in many bodies, this is what draws us closer together, this is what holds us apart. Always and Forever, my life is dedicated to you--- anyone out there who is paying any attention to what i have to say and to share--- and to anyone who ever wants to talk... I'm here, ib _____________________________________________________________________ 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: Wed, 6 May 1998 15:32:27 -0500 From: uranium_eagle@juno.com (Issac J Brogdon) Subject: ET: experience of a lifetime!!! eda-thoughts@smoe.org Hey all, what's up? Nothin' much here, just sittin around naked in front of the computer. Best of all, I have a ligetament reason for doing so- a)I'm in my room b)I'm icing my legs after running So, hahaha to all of you perverts out there that started thinking... Anyway, about 3 minutes ago, I was walking around in my house, attending to the average chores that need to be taken care of... I was downstairs in the basement, had a stereo on, and Live, "lightning crashes" came on...so, I started thinking about being desperate and everything (because, as everyone wants to point out, desperation seems to always shrowd around us) anyway, I went up stairs and started to write, but this wasn't just your average, run of the mill writing experience, no, this was something else, something extrememly more important...it was like all of this fervor, all of my emotions, wrapped up into incredible intensity, all in a couple of seconds...I'm so psyched right now...I'm like shaking as I type this and you just wouldn't believe all of the feeling flowing through my body...it's just this incredible sensation that I had to share with all of you... Well, you all have to tell me (and everyone else) about your experiences...because this is SOOOOO gonna change my life...it's just that it's so seldom that we ever recognize these experiences when at first that we have them...and I just feel so excited and privledged to feel this way...I mean, I didn't even create this emotion, it's genuine, real adrenaline...It's really incredible, I just feel so confident and excited... And, as strange as this is, I'm really exhausted now, thanx for reading this far, thank you sincerely. Thank you, James Brogdon _____________________________________________________________________ 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: Wed, 6 May 1998 14:32:09 -0700 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us) Subject: ET: heya Hey, Wow...Everyone's posts are so..open..opening..angelic..amazing. I'm just kind of..in awe right now. Jenny, I'm really sorry that you're so unhappy and on that happy note, birth is truly an awakening. I'd try to give you advice but for some reason I'm kind of in this state where I'm thinking, she's older than me and I probably couldn't give her as good advice as the others on this list anyway. Everyone on this list has their share of sadness and depression, but I also think there's a flip side. Because we're all so..well poets are artists, poets see the world in a different way. So sure, a lot of us are depressed, but a lot of us also have incredible happiness in our lives. It's like when it pours all day and then the sun comes out and everything in the world just lights up and glistens. So, maybe because we're poets, I don't know, we have, I believe, the extremes of all feelings maybe? Once again I can't seem to explain this. I just know that, for me, personally, life is a really wonderful thing. I often write poems as a release when I'm unhappy, but I also write poems when I'm so beautifully happy. We all just see life and its ways very strongly. It doesn't seem like anyone is doing that thread about their EDA angel names, but I'll just jump in with a little thing about my own. I tried lots of different names, trying to be sure at the same time that no one else had it. Then I just started saying "the ? angel" because I couldn't think of anything. The "?" also has kind of a double meaning, because while I may know things, there's so much I don't know, so many mysteries. Recently, in case no one noticed, I added something, and it became "the ? angel with sunlight in her hair". It was just a split-second thought, really; and it kind of reflects how (this sounds incredibly vain), through all happy and sad moments, I'm also an "every day angel", and that is a beautiful thing. How the simplest of things (rays of sunlight) can be so joyful and eye opening. Anyway. Whatever, eh? Later, Sam the ? angel with sunlight in her hair :) moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 6 May 1998 18:16:26 -0700 From: Karen Miller Subject: ET: i would like to post something here here is a poem i wrote of my school talent show Your eyes, are like two deep dark pools, in which I'd gladly drown. Your lips, are soft as summer rain as it falls gently down. Your hands, though large and powerful, can melt me with a touch. Your heart, is like a priceless gift, I treasure oh, so much. fingers twining through my hair hot excitement fills the air lips and tongues and souls entwine I watch your body merge with mine rhythmic movement, muffled cries climactic moment, happy sighs...... but now we must go on. Two ships that passed within a night, then turn to face the dawn. There'll always be a special place within my heart for you. I hope in all our memories, you'll cherish just a few. later holly email me at Millerk@cport.com ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #17 *********************************