From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #45 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, June 4 1998 Volume 01 : Number 045 Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: latida [Angeljlb96@aol.com] ET: one more for the night [moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us)] [none] [moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us)] ET: hey angels [vonfam@rapfire.net] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Wed, 3 Jun 1998 02:10:41 EDT From: Angeljlb96@aol.com Subject: ET: latida Hi guys...it's been a while since I posted, so I decided to say hi to everyone! I guess...since I've only posted about 3 poems, and it's been a long time, I decided to post this crappy poem that I wrote for Jon's page a few days ago. I wrote it in a spur of the moment out of boredom, so forgive me cuz it sucks. Or maybe I'm just my worstestest critic. Merciless A tear trickles down my cheek as I watch the waves beat against the shoreline powerful and merciless I remember being like that once but he turned me soft and now he's gone. I'm left alone, and my strength has weakened I'm at someone's mercy and I hate it I hate feeling! This pain...this burning in my heart that everyone is supposed to feel at some time or another EXCEPT ME... (I'm the exception!) (I'm the strong one!) (I'm the broken one...) So ummm...yeah, that's it. Thanks you and have a nice day. =) Love, Jamie *the everyotherday angel (of light)* ~We'll ride off to California with my arms around your chest, and we'll pretend that this is real cuz it's what I like best~ Ani Difranco ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 3 Jun 1998 00:09:24 -0700 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us) Subject: ET: one more for the night Hi, Eh, it's kind of bad, so what, here it is. :) Sam the ? seawater angel written on SM, June 1 98 my whole body grows cold & I can only feel too much no one here to talk to listless without you and so much ahead of me I grow limp at the news my head reels my heart feels and my insides wrench I didn't need to hear it How can anyone be unthinking may as well kill me & smile Sigh, say, she's wasted away to lie by where the lilies dwell in blue in clarity in riverbanks I'm broken apart this leaves nothing I cannot bear my heart never again to bring I stand & grow faint my eyes burn, my arms drag I walk aimlessly wander into night into unknown what is to have when all is known I have heard it and it leaves me nothing in one whole moment my whole body breaks I see my dreams washed away on a rapid river bearing them gone Never waving goodbye to the one they have left standing alone If this is love, I want no more If this is life, I now abhore I am too full to feel this way why, oh why did it leave me nothing behind to heal moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 3 Jun 1998 00:09:20 -0700 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us) Subject: [none] Hi everyangel, (^ That's better than everyone, I think.) Well I am sooooooo honored by the lovely compliments I've gotten and I just want to thank everyone loads for all their praise. There's nothing quite like inspiration. :) Without much further commentary, I'd like to add that this next poem is a rather sorry attempt, and I think maybe badly tries to capture and copy the other poem--don't worry, I just don't have much urge to write tonight. So if it's bad, don't think "gosh she resorted to THIS junk?" but "gosh she's tired." Here goes. Sam the ? seawater angel Holding The Night SM, June 2 98 Emtpiness, like a shattered balloon Wraps around me a bitter coccoon The pieces brightly colored lay on the floor Candle light flickers on the frame of the door The couch is worn from too many hours Of curled up listless with a mind so sour I'm bitterly thinking so many thoughts While a quiet CD plays what is not The fullness of the life of the song Is not one that I have felt for long The words drift on the air in quiet swirls Why did you have to tell me I'm your girl? An empty bag of bittersweet candy A pen and a pad stained, destined to bleed The clock's hand moves continuously Ticking off the hours of my mind's debris Wrapped in an afgan snowy white I sit quiet, alone, to wait out the night Our stars, far off echoes of laughter & sighs Are all that hold me as I stare at the sky The room is dark, all shadow & silence My pulse keeps to the beat of the clock's defiance How many hours and days I've sat here before And there was no call or knock on the door At last I arise not knowing the time In a daze walking down a hall only mine And tired but so awake, I crawl into bed The pillow is cool and soft on my head Surrounded by drifts of angel wings My mind slowly fades with so many things Flashes of arms and a sealed embrace Feel leaning back to find the warmth of your face As I sink into unimaginable quests On my lips linger a kiss so sweet it was left And on my mind a cloudy blue haze comforting Surrounded by that of which I still dream But the drafts of burning incense are gone Your voice telling me permanence is the ended song The lonliness that haunts my aching domain Takes refuge in the stillness that remains moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 03 Jun 1998 13:45:18 -0500 From: vonfam@rapfire.net Subject: ET: hey angels Hey angels~ I haven't posted in a bit..I've been so swamped here lately, and I haven't really written anything in days. But here's 3...comments are appreciated. :) Hope everyone is well.. truly~ Naomi the unknown angel naomisplace@angelfire.com - ------ late one night her face looks pale against the glow of the computer screen her eyes, a deep green, only help to make her look more hollow almost un-lifelike her nails at a pathetic length are broken and thin more from work than lack of caring her long hair falls limp about her shoulders almost like she simply gave up saying, "what's the use? no one cares." the darkness cradles her near like a familiar friend drowning her inperfections in the endless black 6-1-98 - ---------- self portrait long slender legs that are too white for this time of year. lace boxers and a blue tank that plunges too deep (my mother says) to be worn beyond the walls of my room hair that is barely recognizable as blonde. more of a sand color really that darkens with summer and lightens come winter. go figure. a mouth that when not smiling is holding an accidental but offensive message deep green eyes, that burn into souls making one uneasy under my sincere curiousity hands so small, like tiny threads binding me to my childhood making me remember my young age despite how I may look 6-2-98 - ------------- goodbye I thought I loved you I really did I teased myself with dreams of you returning my love knowing they would prove false But I don't think I ever really felt anything real towards you I just needed a dream and you seemed the most unlikely so I had my "wishes" and my "fantasies" I found comfort in knowing you would never return the feelings I had made-up then you tell me you love me you can't live without me how much you need me one might expect happiness or some joy on my end but it wasn't to be so see, in having you love me you shattered my dreams and made them real too real so I push you away and tell you we can no longer be friends, let alone anything more you don't get angry you just look at me like you know like you're disappointed in me like I have failed you I turn from your disapproving eyes from your questioning looks I let you go just like that. I'm done. Goodbye, have a nice life. 5.30.98 ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #45 *********************************