From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #253 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 Thursday, September 2 1999 Volume 02 : Number 253 * If you ever wish to unsubscribe, send an email to * eda-thoughts-digest-request@smoe.org with ONLY * the word unsubscribe in the body of the email * . * PLEASE :) when you reply to this digest to send a post TO the list, * change the subject to reflect what your post is about. A subject * of Re: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: dangerously introverted -- poems [Naomi Vaughn Subject: ET: dangerously introverted -- poems bits and strings. i haven't been writing much the past week or so. my subject has little to do w/ this post, i think, i just felt like putting it up there. anyway. comments are appreciated. but there's not much, so, yeah, okay. ugh. i babble. alright, take care. bye.. love, Naomi - --- I no longer take cream w/ my coffee, and so simple a detail demands explanation? -- I'm just not who I once was. - -- I lazily watch candlelight, write a line or two, study homemade collage -- I see my 8lb weight, (from my ambitious days), a cobweb strung from a corner -- how sad! - -- dillusions, gross exaggerations, and unescapable pain bitter her tongue and squeeze angry tears from her eyes tiny beads of grief rolling down her cheeks as the rage quickly festers and then grows till finally the object of her brooding stumbles through the door unaware. -- she shouts... he stares, confused... she attacks. - -- alone. utterly alone. each individual in this household darts anxious glances at one another suspiciously etching a border around them, closing off all that outside their realm. the divided worlds fume and weep and yell and stare w/ great indifference, and great confusion the knowledge of this seperations source long since lost in the mad scuffle for survival, amongst inflamed kin. - -- my prince said he simply could not save me, for he was booked solid through 2040, but he wish me luck anyway, then advertised his endorsements. I sighed as prince charming whored himself for a commercialized industry, action figures and all. - -- my fairy godmother looked down on me, puffed her virgina slims, and said, "tough break, kid." - -- he freckled the air w/ his glitter-lined words warming this little girls heart smiles and loaded eyes filled ever quickened silence their end always too soon in coming he knew it the moment he saw her, stretched out on the couch, in shorts and bikini top (yes, he'd noticed), he knew that very moment that his problems and misery had met their beginning and end in her tiny lovely body warming this little girls heart. - -- denial hangs loose from stray locks tucked neatly behind her ear. it can be brushed aside pinned up, but never it's existence recognized. "My current situation makes my mother think I'm doing drugs, and I can only say she's mostly wrong" ~My Friend Steve ____________________________________________________________________ Get your own FREE, personal Netscape WebMail account today at http://webmail.netscape.com. ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #253 **********************************