From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #84 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 Friday, July 17 1998 Volume 01 : Number 084 Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: story [Karen Miller ] ET: Ya Ya Ya Sam and stuff [Angeljlb96@aol.com] Re: ET: Ya Ya Ya Sam and stuff ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] Re: ET: Ya Ya Ya Sam and stuff ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ET: hey angels ["Naomi Vaughn" ] ET: hi [moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us)] ET: poems [moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us)] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 16 Jul 1998 21:45:48 -0700 From: Karen Miller Subject: ET: story ok so this is a poetry list but can we put stories on it? And look dont email me back about how stupid Hanson is and all that shit becaus ei will just ignore it and not respect you any more as a writer. enjoy "God Damn it were is he?" Fiona said as she was waiting for her boyfriend Sam to come and get her. Finally, when Sam did not come she called her friend Moon. Moon came over with some cigarettes and wine. Fiona and Moon were drunk an hour later. They danced in the street and in Fiona's yard. Then they decided to ride a car. *** If you don't know what that is you will soon find out** When a car finally came Fiona and Moon laid down on the ground with there roller blades on. When the car passed over they grabbed onto the bumper and held on until they saw that the car was just going to Fiona's neighbor. They laid down in the rocks and fell asleep. Fiona's Dog Star licking them on the face waked them up. "Hey girl how did you get out here." Then Fiona looked around and saw 3 boys looking at her and Moon. "Hey moon wake up." "Huh? What?" "Come on we gotta get in the house were being stared at." "And that's a bad thing?" "Hell no you bitch but we look like shit." "Oh ya we better get in the house." So Fiona and Moon got up and went inside the house. "God do I have a headache." Fiona said holding her head. "No kidding. I'm going to shower so we can go into town and get some food." "Cool. Hurry up though I have to shower too." "Alright." Moon said walking up the stairs Fiona then put the TV to MTV then Hanson came on. Cool, three cute guys. Then Kurt Loader came on saying that Hanson are vacationing to the town of Fields. "What???" Fiona yelled. Moons heard this, yell, and said "what's going on?" "they guys that were checking us out were Hanson." "If you are lying I will kill you." "I'm not listen to the TV." "Hanson has taken a break to Fields to try and get away from all the fans." Kurt Loader said. "Yessssssss." Moon said. "Well, I'm going to shower so I can look my best for are new friends." "Cool. I'll be waiting my love." "I shan't be long." Fiona said laughing. Fiona took a short shower. She had blond hair that she dyed muroun was down to her waste. Her eyes were a violet color. Moon was waiting for her. Moon had black hair, with blue eyes. They both were wearing skirts with boots to their thigh, with army shirts on. When Fiona walked out, she saw Sam coming towards her with some flowers. "Get the fuck away from me you son of a bitch. We are through. ok?" "No just let me explain." "No were through. " "Fine if you want to be a pain in the ass then yes were through." Sam got in his car and drove off. Then Fiona sat down on the steps. Moon came out and sat next to her. "Hey, what's wrong?" "I just broke up with Sam." "Oh god you didn't." Fiona shook her head yes. "Oh fi what have you done you know you love him." "Well, I let go of him because he loved another and I want him to be happy." Fiona sat there and cried. She told Moon to go to the store so they could eat, she agreed and left. Fiona decided to change her cloths and go for a walk. When Moon got back from the store she saw the note from Fi saying she went for a walk be back soon but an hour went by and Moon got worried. She went over to the neighbors she didn't even know and asked for help. She knocked on the door and got Zac "Hi can I talk to your mom?" "Ya sure just a minute." Diana came to the door and talked with Moon for an hour. When, they finished talking Moon met the family and told them what Fiona looked like. They looked for hours to come up with nothing, but then Taylor saw something on the roof of their house so he went to check it out. He heard crying so he knew Fiona had to be there. "Fiona?" "Leave me alone Moon." "I'm not Moon." "Then who are you?" "I'm your neighbor, Taylor." Fiona turned around to see a handsome boy looking at her. "Hi. Nice way to meet your neighbor huh? By her thinking about suicide." "Suicide. Why?" "Because there is no purpose for me. I see no reason for me to live. I mean look at you your in a band you have tons of people loving you but me I just have my friend." "What about your parents?" "There never home. they don't even live here." "I'm sorry." "Don't be, I never was, they just had me by mistake." Taylor had been depressed lately himself so he was glad he was talking to someone who understood him. "Look, I don't have everything. I have been wanting to die for awhile now myself." "Why? I mean you have those blue eyes that beautiful hair and everything that a girl would want. Then look at me and there is just" "Beauty. Total beauty a girl who has a good friend and someone who cares." Then it started to rain but they still stayed out there talking about the other and at one time. They talked for hours. MEANWHILE DOWN STAIRS IN FIONA'S HOUSE? "Dear god I'm scared I mean she's never been away this long." Moon said trying to hold back the tears. "It's ok Moon you can cry." Isaac said while holding her. "Thank you so very much for staying with me tonight." "No problem." Isaac kissed Moon on the check and Moon replied with kissing him on the lips. They continued to kiss each other. Neither Moon nor Isaac knew why they were doing this but they both new that they liked each other. BACK ON THE ROOF? They decided to stare at the stars. "Taylor?" "What Fi?" "Look at me" Taylor turned to his left side. Then Fiona leaned closer and kissed him on the lips. "Thank you Taylor." She whispered as she kissed him. "What for?" "For saving my life. I would have died tonight if it wasn't for you." Taylor kissed her back. "Your welcome." Taylor and Fiona got closer. They were both tired so Fiona put her head on Taylor's chest. When they woke up the sun was coming up so they decided to go inside. When they got down stairs Fiona saw Isaac and Moon asleep. Moon was in Isaac's arms. "How sweet." She whispered. She kissed Taylor on the forehead and guided him to her room. After Taylor had fallen asleep Fiona got up and decided to write a poem. She went down stairs and saw Moon trying to fall asleep again but her eyes were open. "Hey, Moon? You up?" "Ya I'm up. You wanna talk as much as I do?" " Definitely, probably even more." So Fiona and Moon went outside and smoked cigarettes. "I can't believe that I can go such a thing. I fell like I could kill myself for what I did tonight." Fiona said trying not to sound as angry as she was. "You, you didn't start to kiss a guy when your best friend was lost. By the way where were you?" "I was on the roof." Then they did not talk for awhile until Fiona started to saw a poem aloud to herself: I wonder what would have happened if you wouldn't have come? I probably would be dead. Yet now I wish that I were dead because I feel as if I have done a horrible thing by kissing your sweet lips. I know that I love you buy yet I wonder what does this mean to you. My mind is dead, I wish that I had died. I feel like I have done something so very wrong. I love you so very much. I wish I were blind so could not have seen you face so I could not see your sweet lips touching mine the way they did. I feel as if I do not deserve you such a wonderful man such a beautiful being. Fiona took the last puff on her cigarette and went into the house. She was a little bit more calm but still afraid to touch him for fearing that she would brake him. When she came into her room, she saw him there asleep but instead of going to him, she went to the roof. "Dear God I wish I were dead, then maybe I wouldn't have worried about him so much." Fiona was just so sad and yet she didn't know why. She started to cry. What she did not know was that Taylor was behind her listening to her. He tried to figure why she was so sad but he didn't know so he decided he should find out. "Hey" "Oh sorry I thought you were asleep" "Don't worry. Now what's wrong with you. I care about you and I want to know What's wrong with you." So Fiona told Taylor what was wrong. That she knew that this was just a fling and that they would never see each other again. That night they just stayed on the roof talking, but when morning came, Taylor and Fiona had a hard time saying good-bye. A few months went by and Taylor got letters from Fiona every week. Some were sad other were just depressing. They talked on the phone too but not as much as, they wrote because Fiona did not want to hear her lover's voice. The next week Fiona died. Taylor went to the funeral. He mourned the lost of his lover deeply. Once in awhile he could swear that he heard her, voice and he knew that he would always love her. The day she died, he said in a whisper "I will never forget you my love and I will always love you." *****The End****** later peeps holly I lost my heart under the brigde to that little girl so much to me -Pj Harvey ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 17 Jul 1998 03:06:44 EDT From: Angeljlb96@aol.com Subject: ET: Ya Ya Ya Sam and stuff In a message dated 98-07-17 00:01:22 EDT, SAM!!!!!!!!!!!!! writes: << Doc Rome! That poem "Call Me Winter" was EXCELLENT. We want more of those. :) >> WOOOOOHOOO! You know it! That's what I"m trying to say! <> Really??? Oh thanks Sam =) >You two! stop! Awwww, why?! You don't even know. :) Heh heh. >> actually...yea I do =I but anyway... So I'm talking to a someone very special right now, and I decided (just now) to write a poem (you guys ever notice that the only poems I post are the ones I make up on the spot?) Anyway...here goes nothing... I Follow You And so the sun falls upon the cloudy haze on the mountains... and you give me that look... That look I know that could only belong to you. Noone else could possibly comprehend the sensual pain that climbs through my body when you graze my skin accidentally with your hand and with my eyes locked on your beauty... it's inevitable to see I Follow You. And so the night struggles on and I try not to reach out... it'll only make things difficult. But my hands can't resist they only yearn to feel your touch and we laugh and throw sand... run and "accidentally" fall into each other's arms... I tell you to turn... but you misunderstand... and face to face with night's embrace your lips give warmth and only pull me closer into the veil of midnights shadow... and I see in your eyes... in due time... I Follow You. And so the days fly by... and in each others arms we learn each swerve and turn. "Loving you is easy..." you say... and I feel you feel me... A feeling of completion in your embrace... A complimentary exchange of love's foolish sheet wars. And you turn to see my face... and in your eyes, I see the world at my fingertips. The world is what I ask of... and so I shall recieve. and onward glimpse of life... you say "I see it to" and I know in the end, I'll Always Follow You. - ---7-17-98...2:03 am Hope you guys liked it....take care =) Love, Jamie ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 17 Jul 1998 08:03:14 -0400 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: Re: ET: Ya Ya Ya Sam and stuff ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 17 Jul 1998 09:19:28 -0400 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: Re: ET: Ya Ya Ya Sam and stuff At 03:06 AM 7/17/98 EDT, Angeljlb96@aol.com wrote: >So I'm talking to a someone very special right now, and I decided (just now) >to write a poem (you guys ever notice that the only poems I post are the ones >I make up on the spot?) Anyway...here goes nothing... That is probably because that's how they're supposed to be. When I saw Steve Poltz a couple of days ago, he wrote on the back of a postcard promoting his album "One Left Shoe": "This is a Message to Seth. I never pore over Lyrics. They just happen. 100% inspiration 0% persperation Love Steve Poltz". Except for 2 or 3 poems that I tried to write(which I'm not nuts about too much anyways), all my poetry was on the spot. Your poem was pretty good, Jaime :) Take care and Have a Great Day!! :) Seth Fulmer A.K.A. "The Angel that thinks too much" mailto:kaosking@voicenet.com Cool Quote of the Day/week/timeperiod of your choice: "And I'm sorry I didn't always have a match That could start a fire big enough for your heart to catch." - Jewel Kilcher ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 17 Jul 1998 08:33:39 -0700 From: "Naomi Vaughn" Subject: ET: hey angels hey angels~ I hope everyone is well. I haven't written much in the past few days...but I finally sat down last night, put on a sarah cd, and calmed down enough to think semi-clearly. ;) so, here's some poems...comments are much appreciated. see ya beautiful angels... forever me, Naomi the unknown angel - ---- let me the sunlight seems brighter somehow the cool breeze that much more soothing the days float by in a dream-like mist when filled with your words how could anything be wrong when you're here, with me i'm happy here, with my head in the clouds just let me enjoy my fantasy for awhile don't feed me bittersweet reality just yet let me dance, in the pouring rain let me laugh, into this empty room and smile in darkened silence just let me think of you all I need is this dream, and a tiny whisper of truth and i'll be just fine.. 7.16.98 11:40p.m. - ----- #25 i'm not your dream, i don't aim so high i'm not perfection, i'd never dream it so i am as i am and somehow, that'll be good enough for me 7.16.98 11:46p.m - ---- i'll i'll cut and paste these broken dreams i'll build your fantasy i'll take your tears and make a brilliant rain making things pure, and new i'll take your hands fold them in mine and hold you till forever just close your eyes and stay with me the world can wait awhile 7.17.98 midnight - ---- "Let me be empty, oh and weightless and maybe, i'll find some peace tonight" ~Sarah McLachlan Angelfire for your free web-based e-mail. http://www.angelfire.com ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 17 Jul 1998 11:49:27 -0700 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us) Subject: ET: hi Angels, Lezzee. That Matchbox20 song....Um. Push? I think it's by them. I love it anyway. This really slow version is on the radio right now. "Yah we just might feel good. I wanna push you around, well I will, well I will, I wanna push you down, well I will, I wanna take you for granted" Geez hey! I can actually identify with that. Whoah. Scary. Anyway, I have this huge collection of quotes that I like :) that I've just, well, collected. So if anyone wants them (they're good!), tell me. And if anyone has a favorite quote, send it to me! (Jamie, whatever happened to your quotes list?) I love quotes so if you have a beautiful one, send it on, and send your personal quotes as well. Okay there's that. I have to see my ex tomorrow at a party....Oh my.... Sam the ? angel "Things get so crazy" ~Matchbox 20~ moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 17 Jul 1998 11:49:31 -0700 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us) Subject: ET: poems Oh what a creative subject. Sam the ? angel The... by SM July 16 1998 You becon- come, it's been done before. Do not worry. Come, my darling, adore. A whore. No, not so. A satin dress, an innocence, a handbag, a staircase. A hand leading away from the noise. Come, my lovely one. - -you're beautiful. And hands make music while long curtains flutter by an open window in the dark. Come, do not fear. We want it both. Come, replica of life. And give in. A liar. But not at all. Shoes off, a feeling never felt. A desire unfufilled. And a blindness against instinct. But instinct lied. A heaving joy, a surrender, a sweet elation A door. Come, I do adore. You'll be nothing, no one's fault. A knowledge. And an ending. A sacrifice? Perhaps, of the soul. A strap slips. Stumbles, catches. Walking, leaving behind a shadowed room and innocenc. An ache, a fire kindled, a fire distinguished. An emptiness. A longing. A realizing. It was over- and no more. ~~--~~ Now Is Not The Time by SM July 16 1998 What I would give to have you kiss me again. just when I thought I was free you slip a delicate veil back over me and I'm caught like a butterfly in a net. Now is not the time for you to tell me you want me back Now is not the time for me to fall all over again And when I trip and break my heart will you say "I told you so" Well don't Cause now is not the time One part of me longs to be in your arms so strongly Somehow it would be heaven Though I'd leave Shallow, shaken, sensitivity crushed A sweet divine moment sacrificed every value And go away harmed and mixed How I'd love to have you kiss me And how I'd longed to have your hands back on me In a darkened hall Under a passionate sky living only for the moment If you would only love me I'd take, and leave renewed won again then the mingling would be sweet But hollow givings lead to shattered pieces Do not tempt How I would love it How I would hate it How I would regret it I suppose I only wish to make you love all of me & turn your pointless passion into something deep But now isn't the time Because it isn't right Now is just too soon to go blindly into night I've just released you you're barely out of sight Please, don't Now is not the time moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #84 *********************************