From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #276 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 Tuesday, September 28 1999 Volume 02 : Number 276 * 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: 2 songs ["C. C. & S." ] ET: "Haunted" (a poem) [Jennifer ] ET: she is also ["Robert A. Peate" ] Fwd: ET: "Haunted" (a poem)let's try this again [Jennifer ] ET: The Battle ["Analisa" ] ET: oh yeah ["Analisa" ] ET: Poem (It only Hurts when I Breathe [Christopher Overholser Subject: ET: 2 songs okie. here are two new songs from me. i hope you like em. maybe they're kind of similar and they're really long, but i like eet all the same. roya boya you will appreciate this. lots o lovin. -sam- === less than perfect i'll always be less than perfect always was, always will be and i suppose that should be good enough for you, and maybe then for me never be more, the green light glows on the midnight and the haunting tune in my head grows to a waybright and the empty plastic cup with a spoon in it too with its soda stains somehow reminds me of you and forget you i will, because it was always less than perfect forget you and still, how is it right that i keep on fighting forget you i will, because i am less than perfect forget you and still, i keep fighting, it doesn't seem right... life is always getting mixed up it's never the way we want it to turn out shadows on the walls from car lights flicker, and then die away and then just about come into view as the windowsill lines fade and run have you ever noticed how blue and blurry darkness becomes and life always tries to shatter me from where i'm standing it can shake my feet, no, but it cannot make me fall and you always stood screaming at me to watch for where i'm landing but you never tried to help me, never at all, and so forget you i will, because it was always less than perfect forget you and still, you keep me going on -despite her forget you i will, because you were never perfect forget you and still, for some reason i thought you were and so maybe i'll walk into you and you will turn to look at me but no, i will not let you drink me in with your stinging eyes because i'm strong and i have the right to go women are always the wicked ones always telling lies but that's what you say and you're wrong, that's where my love for you dies since i know now i have the right to be weak and that makes me strong baby, you tried to crush me but i live now, and baby you were so wrong so forget you i will, because it was always less than perfect forget you and still, i want to prove you wrong, so wrong forget you i will, because i know it was never perfect forget you and still i knew it all along, along forget you life is always less than perfect forget you it should have been worth more than you gave forget you the falling leaves a limelight in the shadows forget you i will, and i stand as you fade away... aaaah, la-o-aaaahhh... forget you i will, because it was always less than perfect i forget you, because it should never be more than perfect forget you i will and it's always been less than perfect forget you i will, because it will always be less than perfect === stung by bees and thorns you aren't going to notice when the torch is taken away you don't because you can't tell the torch from the day yesterday i realized i'd been stung by bees and thorns i thought you killed what i came here for for what i had been born but you know yesterday do you know what i found... i vaguely remembered you, like a blacked-out dream, remember you knocking me to the ground... then i saw that life was like a window without a room sometimes you can't tell what's moving and what's only cartoon life is like a window when you cannot find the room it opens life is like a shattered window when you lose your mind and then it's broken and it's not right so fuck it, because it's not okay life is not always pretty and the sun doesn't always mean it's day and i am sad and lost and lonely and hurt and aching and destroyed but i am also angry and flaming and strong beneath the skin with which you toyed moods reflect our inner minds but you were always so unreal and minds reflect what we want to find and you were only pretending to feel and then i realized that your heart is more like a helium balloon you float around and you touch the ground but you guessed about me too soon and your body wasn't worth that much to me that i would just cave in no you assume that i will but that's another story, one i don't want to begin and i don't care so fuck it, because it's not okay life is not always composed of smiling and the sun doesn't always mean it's day and i am deep and strong and you can shake me but not shake me loose you may think you have sway over me but you have failed to tear my roots because you feel strong you are so weak, and i know it's so because i feel weak i then grew strong and i have already let you go and you may feel you have power but you have nothing with which to bring me down you can rip my feathers but you cannot tear out my wings or make me utter a sound life is like a window when you cannot find the room it opens and so life is like a shattered window when you lose your mind and then it's broken and so yesterday i thought i'd been stung by bees and thorns i ached till i realized you weren't the reason i was born and you are not the reason that cavemen carved in stone i've given up on loving you, so now let me be alone and life is like a weeping willow because it's not always straight it may bend and sway and then you think that it might break but i am not an empty window leading into a non existent room and i am not wallowing on your memory so don't think i'll be chasing you down soon yesterday i thought i'd been stung by bees and thorns ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 27 Sep 1999 12:24:02 -0700 (PDT) From: Jennifer Subject: ET: "Haunted" (a poem) Hey guys, I started writing this around 5am this morning. I'm not sure it's finished or if I like the way the words are placed. But here it is anyway. - --------------------------------------------- Sweetness lies in beds worn with outlines of desire Streets ring with the clicking of heels and laughter The wind moves carrying whispers of caresses that have cooled Open doors that have become cracked and broken memories haunting hallways and corners music echoes through quiet rooms paint settles on canvases covered in dust photographs fading in silver frames fingerprints swept over mirrored glass forgotten letters- edges singed with saddness memories hiding in corners waiting to be remembered. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Bid and sell for free at http://auctions.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 27 Sep 1999 15:52:41 -0400 From: "Robert A. Peate" Subject: ET: she is also the universe is very kind it has restored me to my senses and myself. it has given the greatest gift, given it twice. it only took me to realise it a second time. and she too knows who i am. i am me again. ***** the rule around here is: 'clean up after yourself', not, 'pretend you're not doing something you are doing, for the sake of 'looking good', even though everyone knows the truth.' :) way too sane, i know. :) ~r. cole ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 27 Sep 1999 12:47:01 -0700 (PDT) From: Jennifer Subject: Fwd: ET: "Haunted" (a poem)let's try this again - --0-1804289383-938461621=:7683 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Disposition: inline Note: forwarded message attached. ===== "This image of herself as a not ordinary women,an image which was trembling now in his eyes, might suddenly disappear. Nothing more difficult to live up to than men's dreams." -Anais Nin __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Bid and sell for free at http://auctions.yahoo.com - --0-1804289383-938461621=:7683 Content-Type: message/rfc822 X-Apparently-To: jenn_poe@yahoo.com via mdd1201.mail.yahoo.com Return-Path: Received: from ne.mediaone.net (HELO chmls05.mediaone.net) (24.128.1.70) by mta111.mail.yahoo.com with SMTP; 27 Sep 1999 12:14:27 -0700 Received: from smoe.org (jane.smoe.org [24.30.216.55]) by chmls05.mediaone.net (8.8.7/8.8.7) with ESMTP id PAA11854; Mon, 27 Sep 1999 15:11:16 -0400 (EDT) Received: from localhost (daemon@localhost) by smoe.org (8.8.7/8.8.7/listq-jane) with SMTP id PAA19694; Mon, 27 Sep 1999 15:09:31 -0400 (EDT) Received: by smoe.org (bulk_mailer v1.10); Mon, 27 Sep 1999 15:09:31 -0400 Received: (from majordom@localhost) by smoe.org (8.8.7/8.8.7/listq-jane) id PAA19670 for eda-thoughts-outgoing; Mon, 27 Sep 1999 15:08:46 -0400 (EDT) Received: from web601.yahoomail.com (web1204.mail.yahoo.com [128.11.23.140]) by smoe.org (8.8.7/8.8.7/daemon-mode-jane) with SMTP id PAA19666 for ; Mon, 27 Sep 1999 15:08:41 -0400 (EDT) Message-ID: <19990927192402.6407.rocketmail@web601.yahoomail.com> Received: from [216.68.31.154] by web1204.mail.yahoo.com; Mon, 27 Sep 1999 12:24:02 PDT Date: Mon, 27 Sep 1999 12:24:02 -0700 (PDT) From: Jennifer Subject: ET: "Haunted" (a poem) To: eda-thoughts@smoe.org MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Sender: owner-eda-thoughts@smoe.org Precedence: bulk Content-Length: 841 Hey guys, I started writing this around 5am this morning. I'm not sure it's finished or if I like the way the words are placed. But here it is anyway. - --------------------------------------------- Sweetness lies in beds worn with outlines of desire Streets ring with the clicking of heels and laughter The wind moves carrying whispers of caresses that have cooled Open doors that have become cracked and broken memories haunting hallways and corners music echoes through quiet rooms paint settles on canvases covered in dust photographs fading in silver frames fingerprints swept over mirrored glass forgotten letters- edges singed with saddness memories hiding in corners waiting to be remembered. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Bid and sell for free at http://auctions.yahoo.com - --0-1804289383-938461621=:7683-- ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 27 Sep 1999 14:32:09 -0700 (PDT) From: Jennifer Subject: ET: sorry..last time I've sent this poem twice today...the second time because I changed a line but it for some reason it didn't go through..so here i go again. - ----------------------------------------------- "Haunted" (A Poem) I started writing this around 5am this morning. Not sure if i would considered it finished..but here it is anyway. ------------------------------------------------ Sweetness lies in beds worn with outlines of desire Streets ring with the clicking of heels and laughter The wind moves carrying whispers of caresses that have cooled Open doors that have become cracked and broken music echoes through quiet rooms paint settles on canvases covered in dust photographs fading in silver frames fingerprints swept over mirrored glass forgotten letters- edges singed with saddness memories hiding in corners waiting to be remembered. ===== "This image of herself as a not ordinary women,an image which was trembling now in his eyes, might suddenly disappear. Nothing more difficult to live up to than men’s dreams." -Anais Nin __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Bid and sell for free at http://auctions.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 27 Sep 1999 17:39:15 -0400 From: "Analisa" Subject: ET: The Battle The Battle He took away all of the pride, all the self resect and dignity I owned. (Just tore it up and threw it away) I wonder how he looks at himself each day in that damn mirror, does he have the nerve to lie down each night and pray. That night hangs heavy on these little shoulders of mine. Come my way and take me on, with all this weight on me, all this hate inside me. This is the battle you will lose. Every man every woman, they are all you. I can' t touch, feel or love because you stole it. (Just tore it up and threw it away) I wonder how you can breath the air that cleaness uses, do you claim a part of this (once) virgin girl as your own possesion. These fears gather around me like a jail, not daring to let anyone in. Turn my way and look me in the eyes, with all this fear around me, all this anger inside me. These are the wounds that do not heal. An-angel-isa "There aint nothin like regret to remind you your alive" Sheryl Crow. ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 27 Sep 1999 18:08:50 -0400 From: "Analisa" Subject: ET: oh yeah Yall please tell me what you thought about The Battle An-angel-isa ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 27 Sep 1999 21:09:44 -0400 From: Christopher Overholser Subject: ET: Poem (It only Hurts when I Breathe Criticism The savages are upon me and I feel my flesh Burn beneath the teeth of their indifference Of course the poem above is a Jewel Poem, that everyone knows. Any comments for better or worse are more than welcome. Do not hesitate, I would really appreciate any opinion. The only thing that I dislike is apathy! Thanks! It only Hurts when I Breathe Every laugh and sweet smile a dagger in my heart Bliss, regret, and pain are tearing me apart. Every simple act performed with utter grace. She is a paragon of her race. Two hearts never to unite, yet still I fight the truth, deceiving myself with a lie and must ask myself why, oh why? ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #276 **********************************