From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #169 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 Saturday, September 5 1998 Volume 01 : Number 169 Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: Thunder and lightning inspiration [CloudWingz@aol.com] [none] [sesykes@juno.com (Scott - E Sykes)] ET: poems [Jan Winters ] ET: More Poetry from Summer [Summer Burton ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 4 Sep 1998 00:00:21 EDT From: CloudWingz@aol.com Subject: ET: Thunder and lightning inspiration Hi Angels!! Well, yesterday we had a humongous thunder storm with lightning and everything, and I stayed up late to watch it. And when I stay up late, I write poetry, I can't help it. So I'll share what I wrote with you guys! This is a long post guys, sorry about that, but these are mostly in my head and I've gotta get them down! THUNDERHEAD With lonely disdain, hevy-lidded, numbed flesh I listen to the guttaral growl of grating friction as the thunder pores over My weakness When did I lose the drowsy ease of so many evenings, of purpled walks through Deserted parks? Why do I crawl through the dust-caked lows of distressed, pained Memories, and claw and clutch at the giddy, intoxicated nostalgia? another cry across the country A blinded descent into his unfeeling arms FREEDOM OF HOPE Take my hand, we are able to fly across the velveteen landscape, the petal-rubbed surface of the vast earth. Us, two whipping stars, too restless beneath the opaque, soiled air. We will find the endless land, we will breathe in tangible skies, touch the weight of amethyst atmosphere. Across the graduated jade-induced hills, from moody cypress to the uneven charms of giggling dandelion. We have caught the right flow, we are captured in a swirl of warm ascent, We circle and soar above sight and sound, and breathe the swimming freedom of Hope. POET I measure my moments in poetry, I silence the cravings with bitter-tongued ink. The words roll in chiming coolness in apprehensive palms; I finger the syllabic beauty of explanation, direction, art- their textures rise up like youthful velour. The clouds in my mentality do not travel, they collect and converse and speak behind their faces. They flap to my mercy and quiet the deafening summer. OK I'm done!!!! TTYL! ~Jenny Sugar High Angel ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 4 Sep 1998 13:43:23 -0500 From: sesykes@juno.com (Scott - E Sykes) Subject: [none] _____________________________________________________________________ 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: Fri, 04 Sep 1998 16:18:15 -0700 From: Jan Winters Subject: ET: poems PUTTING THE BLAME ON ME ok, so maybe it is my fault maybe all that blame that i put on you was wrong, and i am the one to shun ok, so i give up i yelled a little to loud and never bought you flowers to fix things so maybe it is all my mistake and you the prince, never messed up but why i ask, didn't you guide me back into place? 32 32 women you have touched you, probably over half said i love you to. i'm just one out of hundreds that you have spoken to gave the look at to see if my body would mold into yours and seeing if my voice wasn't too high pitched or too low like a mans 32 other women have known you intimitly, and here i am thinking that i'm different from the rest, i'm more pure i say. bull shit. thousands of women have looked into your eyes and blushed brightly so there is no real difference between me and the others until you leaned over and let your lips touch mine and i noticed then that i have you present tense and they all speak in the past. I HEARD THE WEATHER IS NICE UP THERE we don't talk much anymore after the quick fuck in your room we just ignore each other i heard the weather is nice where you are so i figure we can have a good conversation on that it tears me apart that we have resorted to weather and music as our common ground i heard your coming back home, into town in a few weeks going to put on a show where my new boyfriend goes thought i would swing by there and ask you about the weather maybe underneath the conformed line we are asking if everything is fine. ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 04 Sep 1998 21:59:28 -0500 From: Summer Burton Subject: ET: More Poetry from Summer Thanks for the many responses I got on my last two poems.. I've been writing a lot lately, here are a couple more (note, all the poems I post here and lots more are on my website, http://www.bga.com/~melissab, in poetry under the "words" section) The Angel There I saw him once and once agian angel in our midst eyes of blue whispering to me words so true but only in my mind.. he brushed past me and I could smell his spice and I could smell his love and I could smell his divinity and his hair was right there I could have touched it, right there, like angel's locks so blond, so soft, curling on his tanned neck and I believed I believed in beauty and light and in love at first sight and then he passed me by. Angry Addiction I'm gonna hurt you I'm gonna hit you, or I'm gonna stand here and whine cause you did me wrong when you were supposed to protect me you stayed strong while you made me so weak this is so unfair you silly boy take it back you silly boy go away you silly boy you're not my friend anymore you silly boy and that's when you're gonna get scared cause you don't know it but you need me more than anything and maybe that's why I keep coming back for more. Girl Lost I guess in days like these last few Where every poem I write makes me cry I feel like I've forgotten pure joy What happened to my dreams What happened to the dreamer inside of me? I guess in days like these last few When I feel like I've lost everyone I love I feel like I'm so lost in this body I don't know who I am anymore What I've become and when I hear others talk about me I don't even recognize the girl they describe What happened to me? I lost myself in these days. I lost myself to my depression I lost myself to self-pity I lost myself to them hating me I lost myself to that boy I lost myself and will you help me find me? Thanks you all, this list's been really wonderful, - -Summer ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #169 **********************************