From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #106 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, August 7 1998 Volume 01 : Number 106 Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: Re: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #104 [ib-3@juno.com (Issac J Brogdon)] ET: one is the loneliest number [gosiam@juno.com] ET:poem [zerocool@earth.sunlink.net (Niki)] ET: A poem [beccahusky1@juno.com (Kristin A Maynard)] ET: mY FIRST POEM ["Sarai Ambert" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 6 Aug 1998 10:27:37 -0500 From: ib-3@juno.com (Issac J Brogdon) Subject: ET: Re: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #104 You know, what's great about writing poetry...and seeing poetry that involves you,,,you can respond to it with another poem >undeserving > >I'm not all, I need to be >I'm not all, they want from me > >I feel undeserving, of emotion >not worthy of love, and pain > >from time to time, >i'll pull away from everyone >to give them a break >afterall, one should only have to endure > so much... > >I depend, greatly, on friends >when I'm confused, lost, or face-to-face with life >they help me find my answers, my way >but only on rare occassion >do they come to me for the same > >I feel so undeserving >I long to give...something > >but all I do, is write this poem, >once again, only looking to others >for understanding. no one, looking to me. > >8.4.98 - -This you gave to me- So maybe I wasn't so sure that I'd answer correctly when the minister uttered those forceful last words "Do you take this woman, to have and to hold,,, until death do you part?" So maybe the pressure got to me and maybe my protective little egg shell cracked, but dammit, I love you now... You've given me someone to love someone to depend on,,, stood steady through sickness and enjoyed the health This you have given unto me _____________________________________________________________________ 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: Thu, 6 Aug 1998 12:52:19 -0500 From: gosiam@juno.com Subject: ET: one is the loneliest number hi all, i haven't really written much, not lately anyway. i wanted to thank those who replied to my post like 2 weeks ago. right on time aren't i? oh, well, better late than never. tonight was the 5 night i didn't sleep. i think i have insomnia or something. for the xphiles on this list i have seen the movie 4 times now, and you can take a look at the transcript of the whole movie, at ; www.nelsonbay.com/insanity/tiny/xfmovie.txt well, here are some poems i wrote during my sleepless nights in chiago. :) HeaveN ******************** the silvery stars come to take me away into the navy sky everyone is taken here and no one asks why everything is innocent and pure this is the one place that holds the cure our souls are no longer so confused and lost upon entering you pay no cost for this is a heavenly place full of love and grace the angels and guardians pass us by here there is no need for sadness or to cry for we all know that this place is no lie everyone is forgiven ad there are no mistakes of chance all souls find forms of romance yet this place is but a dream only to me i know it will never be 8-5 DayS i dream of the day you come and take me away don't worry i wish not to stay i dream of the day our love comes to life without you having to puncture my heart with a knife i dream of the day my sadness has left me so that i might once again be free of the chains that hold me down i dream of the day i get to die and experience death without having to tell a lie i dream of the day i get to be right to be the one in the spotlight i dream of the day i no longer feel guilt to tear down the walls i have built i dream of the day i don't feel anger when everyone i know has left and become a stranger a stranger living in the depths of danger 7-30 WorlD you know it ain't gonna be like it used to be; so easy and carefree life has gotten tougher the roads we walk upon pierce our souls making us love no more theres no such thing as a perfect world it an image in our minds an idea no one can find yet we hope to find another way to believe the lies despite the fear and the cries as hard as we try it buried deep within us and our souls the souls that are no more pierced and hurt 7-27 ************************ wel that's all.... bye! love&angel**dust, extraterrestrial angel** _____________________________________________________________________ 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: Thu, 6 Aug 1998 20:16:10 -0500 From: zerocool@earth.sunlink.net (Niki) Subject: ET:poem Here's something I wrote for English class...It used to be a paragraph but this is what it is now. *^*NIKI*^* He is the one on the stage With his band His voice flows like a sea Of sandpaper on a Dark and stormy night Tonight he is a piece of glass Waiting to be stepped on His eyes flash with emotions That correspond with the angry lyrics His eyes are razorblades With light glinting off of them But looking closer His eyes are galaxies Millions of miles away For now a train on a one way track To far off places His voice stops and he walks off stage Keeping a slow but steady pace Never looking back Just straight agead with that empty stare Tonite he's dangerously trying To find his place in the world ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 6 Aug 1998 20:34:26 -0400 From: beccahusky1@juno.com (Kristin A Maynard) Subject: ET: A poem Hey Angels, This poem just suddenly came to me. I don't know wher it came from. But once it came to me I couldn't stop it. Please tell me what you think. Tommy His eyes are filled with a pain that no one but him could ever understand His heart aches with a hurt that no one could ever feel His mind is filled with knowledge that no one will ever know And his soul burns with a fire that no one can ever put out But still he searches for someone to take that pain away For someone to heal his aching heart For someone to share his knowlege with And for someone to put his fire out But no one can help him No one will try So he'll continue to search Until the day he will finally die And when he does His pain will be understood His ache will be healed His knowledge will be known And his fire will be put out He will be at peace. :) w/b Love Always, Kristin _____________________________________________________________________ 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: Thu, 06 Aug 1998 19:54:02 PDT From: "Sarai Ambert" Subject: ET: mY FIRST POEM Hey Angels: My first poem I wrote in recess in school when I was 7 or 8 yrs old. I wrote as soon as I learn poems weren't just about love. It's about the bathroom cause it was the only place me or my sister could go when we wanted escape punishment...I'm sure my sisters will relate. water hazard I see the water running I pulled the handle my skin is burning tire of the tackle everyday is harder i feel deep away we're growing futher child can't stay times when happyness is gone i got no where to lay leave me alone And go away _____________________________________ I know is lame but when you're a kid you think everything is unfair. I was to worried to check if it rime than to focus on the meaning. bye Sary, (fill in the blank) ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #106 **********************************