From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #268 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 Sunday, September 19 1999 Volume 02 : Number 268 * 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: hi ["C. C. & S." ] ET: poem [Seth Fulmer ] ET: Too difficult ["Claudia" ] ET: Like Jack & Rose ["Claudia" ] ET: Poem [Christopher Overholser ] ET: compassion ["Robert A. Peate" ] ET: Looking for Poetry, Short Stories, Artwork, and Quotes ["Brian H" Subject: ET: hi i really love shivergirls' poems.. here are some from moi. they aren't much..i can't remember what i have and haven't sent anymore. eek. it's a sign i should get in gear. ** if you leave me now i will know that you didn't care you promised not to lie but i told you love crosses boundaries, survives no matter what, and you told me that love dies if i could just see into your burning body then maybe i'd keep you warm. but i never know. so maybe you will go and if i don't lose it, know, i always loved you. just like candy, eaten up, far away, yet, it's true. ### you say you want your candy red apple. your seashell ears of pearly corn. you don't want to swing in your tree, you only want to fill your cart with stuffed animals, and pretend that the train hasn't come. ### i found myself reaching out for your memory now that you're already gone so far lost, and it's only when the hill swallows the sun that we know how we loved it, and the coldness we've done. ### under my wings under my wings you will find a broken streaming heart underneath feathers stitched in orchid tears under my wings which shield my aching soul my hands rush to hold the bleeding in beneath the throb as my life is washed away on a stream of desperation you will find me shaking under my wings which are so pure and radiant i am only a tiny girl hiding my eyes beneath the shadow and if you want to find yourself an angel well maybe you should look elsewhere since under my wings against the bright open glow it is only me, clutching to a broken streaming heart ### so pure, we were so pure and real thinking life was in our hands so wrapped up and surreal love couldn't kill or hurt our searching fingers, aching minds. and then the honey made the bee and i stung you, you stung me. so pure, we were and so surreal. i caught you when you toppled i tripped and dropped us both praying that i wouldn't lose your heart that i broke but what can i say or do, since i've yet to know ever, now. so pure, so real, so pure and surreal. ** love sam the ? angel ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 18 Sep 1999 02:40:39 -0400 (EDT) From: Seth Fulmer Subject: ET: poem Hello everybody, This is being sent to you because either you wanted it sent to you, I have sent other poetry to you and you didn't mind, or I think you might be interested. If you have a problem with it, tell me nicely and I'll kindly remove you without hassle from my list to whom I send poetry. This is a poem I wrote yesterday morning(Friday, September 17th)...I'm not sure what to call it, but I think I was going to call it what the first line is..."I guess you don't like me"..if you have any better suggestions, let me know, okay? Take care and Have a Great Day! - ------------------------------------- by Seth D. Fulmer 9/17/99 I guess you don't like me That's it, now isn't it? I never should have let myself fall into you like I did You were so sweet and innocent so nice, fragile, and pure You were around when you didn't have to and seemed so perfect all the time The drawings that you made with your finger on the window are still present in the frost as the blizzard rages outside The snowman standing outside that we both built together said to me just yesterday "I really like her rainbow" I told him with a strong whisper I agree but don't you think the stars shining by the moonlight really make you love the girl? The music that you sang to me a week ago to the day on my birthday quite the same really makes for life to savour Well, alas you despise me after seeing the face of death not Joe Black mind you dear or an angel, but the devil Leave me then, I don't care My emotions are quite steady I can live centuries, no millenia on a single hug and kiss alone If you want, drop me a line write me every now and then If you love me though, tell me now or else you might just lose me. - ------------------------------------------ P.S...Nicole, you may use this in Section 8 if you want :) I know your computer's not set up yet but whenever you want :o) Seth D. Fulmer mailto:kaosking@voicenet.com "You were surely kissed by angels...Look at the freckles on your face" - -Steve Poltz, "[I love]Everything about you" ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 18 Sep 1999 11:22:18 +0200 From: "Claudia" Subject: ET: Too difficult Hello angels! Hope everybody is doing well! This poem i'm gonna type is called 'Too difficult' and it is very long (sorry!) so i guess it will seem more a song rather than a poem! Anyways let me know what you think about it, i always love hearing your comments! Okay, here it comes! **************************************************************************** **************************************************** Too difficult Why is everything so difficult? People always expect something from others People always expect something from themselves But they always expect the wrong thing. Everybody is always looking for something And it always seems that without that thing we can't survive. But there's no need to search Because we've got all we need It's all around us But it looks like we are unable to see it. Love is all around us And It calls us But we pretend to be deaf. Love is all around us And It sparkles in our eyes But we pretend to be blind. Love is all around us And It asks us to sing its song But we pretend to be dumb. This is a voiceless prayer i'm writing just hoping that something will change someday just hoping that somebody will hear that voice someday just hoping that somebody will see that sparkle someday just hoping somebody will sing that song with me someday. And we will keep that fragile flame alive. **************************************************************************** *************************************************** Well, i hope you liked it! Let me know! Love Claudia ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 18 Sep 1999 20:20:10 +0200 From: "Claudia" Subject: ET: Like Jack & Rose Hello everybody. This is a poem i wrote about 10 minutes ago...let me know if you like it! **************************************************************************** **************************************************** Like Jack & Rose Slide into my room Take my hands kiss my eyes And whisper something nice in my ear. Run with me through a green field Pick up a little daisy, put it in my hair And show me your smile. Lay down under that tree Stare at the sky And watch the clouds passing by. "Look at that cloud! Don't it look like a little angel?" "No, YOU look like a little angel!" ....and you just feel so light when your heart is full of love! "Am i flying?" "How many times did you see 'Titanic'?" "Hey, we are like Jack and Rose!" The sunset kisses your skin A warm wind fondles your hair The birds sing to you a lullaby. But the night suddenly descends, The little angel disappears in the darkness And i feel like Rose without Jack. **************************************************************************** ***************************************************** 9/19/1999 Claudia ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 18 Sep 1999 15:04:00 -0400 From: Christopher Overholser Subject: ET: Poem I have read many of the poems of other people and thought I would see if anyone can relate to some of my work. Please give respond whether it be lavish praise or bitter criticism. Thanks. Chris I walk like the Dead. I walk in silence, I walk alone. I walk exhausted, I walk a path of my own. I walk with pains of hunger, -longing. I walk toward a soul that is singing. I walk toward a visage of inner beauty. I walk like the dead, anything, but free. ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 18 Sep 1999 15:33:20 -0400 From: "Robert A. Peate" Subject: ET: compassion compassion "i love you," she said. "i forgive you," he said. "i need you," she said. "i love you," he said. "i will always respect you," she said. "as i will you," he said. - --robert a. peate ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 18 Sep 1999 19:30:10 CDT From: "Brian H" Subject: ET: Looking for Poetry, Short Stories, Artwork, and Quotes Ok, I'm making another website. And I am looking for some content. If you have any Poetry, Short Stories or Artwork, please send them my way. It isn't going to be an EDA section, it will be organized in different catagories. I think. And I will also be having a section with information about all of the writters and artists. So if you have a website, or some sort of bio, or picture, send those also. I am also making a quotes section. So, if you have any good, somewhat serious quotes by anyone, please send those too. Thanks! [c: ߮I@N "The Jelly Doughnut of an Angel" halaasb@hotmail.com ICQ: 40694569 AIM: brianh5036 Please visit my site: http://come.to/lifeuncommon ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #268 **********************************