From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #168 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, September 4 1998 Volume 01 : Number 168 Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: Brian Vaughan....:::SNIFF::: [CloudWingz@aol.com] ET: turning away from poetry [kara garbe ] ET: DAY BY DAY [sesykes@juno.com (Scott - E Sykes)] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 3 Sep 1998 00:33:33 EDT From: CloudWingz@aol.com Subject: ET: Brian Vaughan....:::SNIFF::: Where have you gone Brian Vaughan? Hi Angels, Just have to say that. I looove Brian Vaughan, he is my love. He just doesn't know it yet. Well, today, I found out the guy I've been talking to online WASN'T REALLY HIM!!!! Yeah, I know I'm gullible and stuff, but I really wanted to believe. So I want to know where my real Brian Vaughan is...I tried to write a poem about it, and it didn't work, but I'll try now. This is one of those heart-wrenching, horribly saddening things, and I need to do something to cheer myself up, and putting my emotions on paper always helps. So here I go! Gullibility Sighs and swirls are evident in her faded blue skirt. It was such a wonderful idea, she agreed "It's rememberable", Brian said And she tumbled across the bed, giggling She poised her fingers above Exposed fantasy...Emily knew Emily played. "He is dizzy" she said. "He is greeting you everyday" I didn't know. I never knew. I trust, I wish, and something got lost in the translation. Shallow as the picture on my wall, I believed. Emily laughed, Brian is shivering on the tip of a branch at the tip of a pen My pen. :::SNIFF:::: bye guys!!!! TTYL ~Jenny Sugar High Angel ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 3 Sep 1998 02:16:45 -0400 (Eastern Daylight Time) From: kara garbe Subject: ET: turning away from poetry hey angels, well lately i've felt a lack of need to write poetry. have you ever felt that? i've been writing poems like mad for the past 8 months or so, and suddenly now when i pick up my pen, things just don't come out the way i want them to... i write, but it isn't a release. i'm trying my hand at fiction for a while now instead. i think i'm getting to the point emotionally where i can't just spill out everything in a rush and get something from it like i would do with poems... i'm sitting down and giving my emotions more thought, dissecting them more and trying to see where i am. i realized tonight that i'm actually content about where my life is, and that's important. i'm not happy, but somehow i'm content, like i am where i need to be. so it's time for me to sit down and write some short stories or something, deal with characters and development and change and acceptance... rather than the raw intensity of poems. and now on a completely random but relevant note, i'm only 19 but i feel ancient around all you 14 year olds!! when i was 14 i wasn't thinking about love and broken hearts and writing moody depressed poems... then again i was a naive stupid little thing and it took me until last year to realize what a terrible place the world can be... but by the same token how beautiful and awe-inspiring life is. i'm glad that the former didn't come without the latter. love and peace (and a capella concerts), kara _____________________________________________________ "We are each of us angels, with just one wing, and we can only fly embracing each other." --Liciano de Crescenzo ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 3 Sep 1998 22:37:38 -0500 From: sesykes@juno.com (Scott - E Sykes) Subject: ET: DAY BY DAY Here's another, remember this is like my 1st ever poem i wrote so it's pretty rough DAY BY DAY Day by day i see her ways, her ever flowing hair, her entrancing stare Her lightly eyes, which gives me a big surprise Day by day i see her glee, her heart filled with hope and hopefully filled with me! Flowing with joy, flowing with happiness Flowing with glee. hopefully she'll see me! Hopefully, one day, maybe me and her, forseeing the future is such a blur Her and me, me and her the love i have is for her, and for me and her i hope will occur! For Day By Day is which i like to see her! ** Scott S.** -Big Sexy Angel "MISPLACED HATE MAKES DISGRACED RACES!" -Tupac Shakur R.I.P _____________________________________________________________________ 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] ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #168 **********************************