From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #374 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, December 31 1999 Volume 02 : Number 374 * 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: on the floor, draft 1 ["C. C. & S." ] ET: Repost... and rewritten slightly. (a song) ["~* cymbaline *~" ] ET: 1999 [JewelAng@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 30 Dec 1999 16:32:22 -0800 From: "C. C. & S." Subject: ET: on the floor, draft 1 this is for a sweet friend of mine ~~~~~ On The Floor How long did it take you To forget about me When exactly did you tire Of my white-washed purity And were you casting A new leading lady While I was asleep in your arms Your mind drifted away and I never noticed you’d strayed till You decided to let me go free Four o’clock in the morning On your doorstep I stand I know you don’t believe me When I say this wasn’t planned You don’t have to love me But you misjudged my hand I was only driving through the night Somehow it didn’t turn out right You lean against the doorframe I think I used to love this man You finally decide you’ll bend enough So I won’t sleep alone You stooped to give this lost love A temporary home And even if I meant it I’d rather be alone When you’ve thrown out every remnant Your cruelty contrasts what you had said And I curl by myself as You talk to her on the phone And you’ve broken every line You’ve erased every tie You told me we’d stay friends That was a downright lie I remember how I loved the blue That caressed the ovals of your eyes I don’t understand why I loved you When you didn’t even try One engagement for another One new touch unto each other You didn’t even notice When I’d cry How is it that so quickly You have moved away I don’t mean to speak falsely but I’d have gladly run away How is it that she took you I’m a captive in this breaking day I found her ring while showering I dropped my barrette on the floor It’s a lousy stab but she’ll think of me Next time she’s walking in the door And so I left soon And then I said farewell I only sort of meant it but I will never tell And when we’ve all moved on You could end up in hell I know it wasn’t all your fault Good reasons don’t erase memories But I ache to miss you have you Kiss me when I fell And it’s another day Another hour of life is going by If I look at it another way I’d say the time did fly I won’t think on how she Replaced the you & I But next time I’m by myself Trying not to imagine you two I’ll remember the barrette on the floor And smile a bit, for you ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 31 Dec 1999 02:26:55 GMT From: "~* cymbaline *~" Subject: ET: Repost... and rewritten slightly. (a song) I originally wrote this in 1997, for a friend. I think I posted it a few months ago. Anyways, whether or not I did, I sorta reworded some stuff: "Untitled" Life isn't easy and no one ever said love is. You take some, You lose some and even the one you've felt was your destiny can slip from your grasp Close your eyes Lay down your head, sweet child Its okay to cry When your heart is breaking 'cause love has passed you by Nights laying alone She's not there for you to hold and the only conscious thought is regrets as you sorrowfully wish on a singe star time could be turned wishing she knew your pain longing to hear her sweet voice say "I love you" Close your eyes, lay down your head, sweet child Its okay to cry when your heart is breaking 'cause love has passed you by Rise up, sweet child and smile your sweet smile and have faith for when tomorrow rolls around she's back in your arms saying "I love you" (c)1997/1999 cymbaline ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 30 Dec 1999 22:18:05 -0500 From: Annie Subject: ET: The mourning doves are dead Apathy/That damnable demon with the numbing kiss/Reaching out with a snarl and a hiss/Tongue forked/Claws of neglect/Jagged from carelessness/Loss of truth/Death of faith/Assassin of hope/Stealer of babies/It names names inaudibly/And clutches the pieces of another broken heart/To the chill of its own/Sometimes I am its sister/Sometimes my words eat away/Careless and unforgiving/As the merciless fangs/The mourning doves are dead/Did I kill them?/ Tide pools into shore/And I swirl alone with my thoughts/My toes are cold/My hands are stone/My lips are chalk/My eyelids are primrose/But my cheeks are fire/Today I will have wings/Orange ears/Fiery blue hair/Crimson-kissed hands/Pink apples of my cheeks/I feel some kind of decent/ ~ Eyes dance Feet glare Hands tangled Legs spiderwebs Painted cheeks Rosy lips Tribal song Violent dance You and I A far cry ~ Uncertainties of Living in Vain (Where Do I Go From Here?) I am writing this because I know of no other way to express myself. My only voice is my scrawny pencil. I am scared (words that would never escape my lips), and I have lost my hope. I wanted so much to be brave, I clung to hope with my broken fingernails. I had never considered myself the type to set aside words and invert herself. My introspection has begun. Time slips through my fingers as sand, and I dare not scoop it up again. I never thought I would have to look for who I was, what I was to become, or where my loyalties lie. My seashells are old, and the oceansong within them is starting to fade. New shells sparkle along the shore. Dare I leave my harbor for the promise of something new and unexplored? Will their song be any greater, or do I imagine, expect, too much? I am only a spider web. Pieces of me fly silken and broken in the breeze, but several spiders come to my aid. I am grateful, but how do I know which spiders are poisonous? I refuse to be home to venom. Where do my loyalties lie? Where does friendship end? I have found a new oceansong, and it is love. Not a singular love, but a circular love. The limits of which know no bounds...at least, that is my hope. Is anything as you intend? Is there any point in trying to control your fate? I hope to find bravery. Am I only courageous because I am near to those who love me? I shiver, I shake. Even now, tears fall down my blushing cheeks. I never thought I was the dramatic sort. I guess maybe I am. But...is bravery walking across the broken glass goblets, even though they make you bleed? Is the promise of something greater worth suffering for, or is the promise too empty; empty as a songless seashell? ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 30 Dec 1999 22:18:56 EST From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: ET: 1999 Hmm, It's weird, I haven't lived much yet, and here I find myself going into a new "millennium." I have a feeling that for me that this coming year will not be too different. I haven't really written a poem since the beginning of December, I wrote one yesterday that I sent in, but that was crap. I just don't understand how everyone is getting all this influence to write for the new millennium? Can anyone help me? Rebecca "It is the dead Not the living, who make the longest demands: We die forever..." Sophocels ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #374 **********************************