From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #98 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 Tuesday, July 28 1998 Volume 01 : Number 098 Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: Sorry guys! a poem [LOVE1618@aol.com] ET: insane [moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us)] ET: Re: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #97 [Lara ] ET: short poems and a message to all [Cloud9219@aol.com] ET: Thoughts from the Cave, not mine, but worth reading anyway ;D [ib-3@] ET: here are some poems that I DID NOT write [moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us)] ET: Your whore [Karen Miller ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 00:52:43 EDT From: LOVE1618@aol.com Subject: ET: Sorry guys! a poem Sorry about the e-mail thingy...It did the wrong address when you clicked on the blue clicky thing...The post was about my poetry list via E-mail...It's called the cracked mirror. If you want info on it or want to join (lets try this again) at Ms Poem@aol.com Here's a poem I wrote a while ago walking down the dusty road, the country side echoes you cries. as you look down the ground melts. below lies a sea full of grace. you look above as angels sing their enchanting arias. they surround you, and lift you up out of the sea. you know you should question them but you trust them. you let them lead you to the heavens you will now call home he covers up the truth with lies. the pain you can see as he shares his heart with you. you look straight into his eyes, as you feel the pain he feels. you can see his heart hanging in pain. he has fooled everyone that cares so much for him. am I the only one that sees? he covers it up with jokes and tales of how it happened. he looked me in the eye. I could see the events, if only for a split second, it seemed as if it were an eternity. the only help I can give is to believe him. and say everything is going to be all right, is that a lie to cover up the truth as well? no. because I know the difference between truth and fiction ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 27 Jul 1998 22:00:12 -0700 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us) Subject: ET: insane Hey people, I just got back from a day of hell. It figures that this day would follow one of the best days of my life, right? Let me just tell you: combining exhaustion, heat, hunger, letting a pest of a brother get on your nerves, and shopping for bathing suits and couches is a very bad idea. They do not mix. I came home and absolutely fell apart cause I totally lost it. If you can imagine me being a bitch (shuttup James) then today would be the day to do it. But, really, I was just nuts. It was over 106 F today, and this was definately not the day to let my little brother get to me. For some reason, too, I'd decided that I wasn't worth sustaining, so when my mother was willing to buy snacks I declined. 5 minutes later I was really hungry, and that was only 1/2 way into the Hell part of the day. Then, try shopping for bathing suits out of season and when every size is about 400 times too big BECAUSE that's all they have left. (Or else they're all black with neon pink daisies.) Talk about awful. I got home after that madness at like 9pm totally exhausted (and I'd been falling asleep when we left) and totally scared cause this couldn't be ME who was freaking out!! So, Doc, your letter came at, uh, a bad time. But now that I have some food in me--like sunflower seeds, peanut butter and a peach (oh what a meal)--I'm just crazy enough still to talk more about that waste of breath party letter I sent you all. I don't know if anyone else is confused....I think I told Naomi what happened, it really isn't such a big deal. If you'll notice the following paragraph from that "edited party" letter: >>>The guys--especially my ex and his friend, who we will call Marc--took >>>to acting out physically ("let's swing the chairs around, dump water on >>>everyone...") and being general dorks, like they suddenly just didn't >>>care anymore. They had this red laser beam that has no actual beam of >>>light, so a red dot just appears wherever they choose to shine it. The >>>wanting-attention Marc was shining this on people, uh, you can just >>>guess. My friend Kim goes, "Sam, do you KNOW where they were shining >>>that?" I was like, ohmygod....<<< Okay, this generally describes one thing that made me despise my ex. Let me be more clear. I saw, at this party, just how totally immature he still is. Goofing off in very very inappropriate ways and doing exaggerated things (and then acting all innocent). I was like, pissed, maybe at myself, for going out with this idiot. And he was so obviously going overboard and acting like a complete dork that it was embarrassing. Second, I'm pretty sure that he put his friend "Marc" up to a lot of little shitty things that went on (I saw them talking and whispering and then Marc would do something). Some things were funny, like Marc's jumping out and dancing really strangely (a wanna-be male stripper? lol). Something that annoyed me was that I happen to know my ex has told me how he wouldn't mind hooking me up with this doofus Marc (who is 2 years younger than me and about 600 years younger emotionally). My ex knows that I think of Marc as "awww a cute lil kid!" and not "wow a guy" so I think he put Marc (the ever-willing to have attention) up to doing things (like standing in front of me everytime I looked and just STARING and smiling at me) --I think my ex wanted him to do this because my ex knows how much I'd despise that. So there's another annoying thing. Now something entirely upsetting to my stupid little self were the laser lights. Guess what part of me was constantly tagged in the dark by Marc? - --how is this amusing?-- It certainly wasn't fun standing there while 1/2 my friends laughed (my ex laughing too, and Marc sitting there grinning at me); the other 1/2 of my friends were horrified and disgusted but it was embarrassing. (And when you're in a kind of slinky short dress there's no telling what else might be wrong....) And at one point near the end of the party I looked down to see lovely little Marc crawling around on the ground trying to look up my dress. Stupid, yes, but goddamn upsetting, cause he is my ex's best friend so guess what they must have been thinking? And who knows what kinds of lies they told each other later. They'd do anything to look cool. It was like I was this target and this way for them to show off or to try to be cool. I think maybe my ex may have set Marc up to lots of shitty immature things because I told my ex that it was low to "do stuff" when we weren't together anymore (I'd been kinda hesitant about that but later I decided that it was a bunch of junk, and it probably pissed him off--plus he sure was sulking like he was regretting during that party). I mean though, he woulda loved that, making out without having any commitment. I think he wants girlfriends partly for image. God does that make ANY sense? I feel like I'm insane.... Help....Tell me if you need clearing up....Remember, I warned you how dumb it is. Sam the ? angel moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 00:56:22 -0500 From: Lara Subject: ET: Re: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #97 Hey guys! I have not written a general ramble post in a while... oh and HEY JAMIE! I love you ... you're the bomb! All is good in my hood ;-) Anyhow... I have not been posting regularly cause I have not been writting that much poetry and I usually write a message to go along with my poetry. Well I decided it has been too long... so here's wassup with me... it is only about 3 weeks until I go off to college again (different school though) and I am pumped! I am doing marching band so things will be hectic this fall but I am looking forward to being busy! My family is going on our vacation of sorts for this summer this coming weekend. We are just going to Atlanta but I am really looking forward to it... well I am falling asleep here and I really intended to write more . HOPEFULLY I will have some poems to post soon. fingerscrossed! G'night! Lara ============================= Lara Ruth larajean@gmx.de, ljr4@ra.msstate.edu http://www2.msstate.edu/~ljr4 ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 13:21:24 EDT From: Cloud9219@aol.com Subject: ET: short poems and a message to all hi EDA's, i felt really poetic tonight so i decided to write everything down here. oh and by the way everyone's poems i have been reading are excellent. Really! coming online and reading the beautiful poetry that you angels write just brightens up my day. keep up the good work!! :D oh and sam the story about your friend at starbucks was so sweet. i love how he said << I really was entranced at first, and it was before I realized who she was. What a beauty! Whoooo! >> how cute is that??? and how lucky can u get to just happen to see Jewel in a java shop? that is so amazing! well here goes.............. ' just under' i will not call myself beautiful but i will call myself pretty i will not call myself skinny but i will call myself thin i will not call myself cautious but i know when to be careful i will not call myself joyful but i can be happy i will not call myself depressed but i am sometimes sad i cannot be the ultimate but i can strive for just below it i may not be the extreme but i am here underneath i will not put myself down but i wont elaborate on myself either beach day jump in the water of ignorance and swim the waves of regret and wash in the sand of rebirth while drying with the sun of humanity thats it!! comments welcome! - -Jill swing dancin angel "out of the tree of life i just picked me a plum"-sinatra ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 12:41:28 -0500 From: ib-3@juno.com (James I Brogdon) Subject: ET: Thoughts from the Cave, not mine, but worth reading anyway ;D Hey everyone, I think you ALL need to read this - --------- Begin forwarded message ---------- From: susan reynolds To: the_poetry_thread@onelist.com Subject: [the_poetry_thread] Thoughts from the Cave, not mine, but worth reading anyway ;D Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 13:06:59 -0400 Message-ID: <199807281709.NAAAA02769@mx1.boston.juno.com> From: susan reynolds Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all the others including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all repaired their boats and left. Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to persevere until the last possible moment. When the island was almost sinking, Love decided to ask for help. Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, "Richness, can you take me with you?" Richness answered, "No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place for you here." Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel, "Vanity, please help me!" "I can't help you Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat," Vanity answered. Sadness was close by so love asked for help, "Sadness, let me go with you." "Oh..Love, I am so sad that i need to be myself!" Happiness passed by Love too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her. Suddenly there was a voice, "Come Love, I will take you." It was an elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that he even forgot to ask the elder her name. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. Love realizing how much he owed the elder asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who helped me?" "It was Time," Knowledge answered. "Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?" Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is." _____ Author Unknown - -- Є3*:Л..ЛЇЋ:*Д`3*.....ЗДЏ`З.И/ canvaЇwriter \И.ЗДЏ`З.....*3Д`*:Л..ЛЇЋ:*3Є As a gate is necessary to the function of a wall, so is discrimination necessary for mastering your will. 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Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com Or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 19:19:25 -0700 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us) Subject: ET: here are some poems that I DID NOT write Angulz, I just feel like sharing with you some of the poems that have accompanied me all along the tracks tracing far back to the yellow ribbons and blonde pigtails of childhood (i.e. a bright-eyed, soft-spoken three year old sitting on her dad's lap on the lamplit couch, listening to words I could not yet read, a little girl who memorized the beautiful visions of Shakespeare's lines as though they were fairytales)....Their lines are so familiar that these poems are more like a soft and comfortable quilted blanket or a pulsing lullaby than a tale divided up into lines.... I memorized their tastes till they ran along the sidewalks of my mind and their words smoothed the paths and wore a flowing stream of feelings and thoughts....I hardly had to know the words to feel them.... This is just a sample of them. Sam the ? angel Annabel Lee by E. A. Poe It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee;- And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. _She_ was a child and _I_ was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee- With a love that winged seraphs of Heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me:- Yes! tha was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud, chilling And killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we- Of many far wiser than we- And neither the angels in Heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea, can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:- For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea- In her tomb by the side of the sea. ROBERT FROST - - - - - - - - - - Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here, To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bell a shake To ask if there is some mistake. He only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind an downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS - - - - - - - This Is Just To Say I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 21:03:25 -0700 From: Karen Miller Subject: ET: Your whore I am very depressed so enjoy. Whore I was the one you would call at night when you were lonely I was the one that you lost your virginity to I was your whore. Every morning I would wake up to a check of $200.00 that was your way of thanks and if I was preg of how to get rid of the baby. I realized *it explains itself I was just realized who I was to you what I mean and what I was. Now I feel ugly and like some whore or your slut to always go to. You would use my body and each you swore you loved me only to wake up hitting me the next morning finally you woke up one day still drunk and once again you swore your love to me. Then I realized it. YOU HAD FUCKEN USED ME FOR SEX!!!! that was all I had been. a miserable sex toy! Untilled *this is how I picture myself* i am ugly i have a fat body that grows by the second my thighs that are big as a basketball. I used to be pretty know i am nothing i am just some girl in this world who wants to be some one who wants to fall in love who want to have a life and who wants it all and then some thing but yet i know this will never happened to me because of my ugly face my ugly hands and my ugly body. So fuck it my life is over let me die!!!!! holly ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #98 *********************************