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Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: poem ["Ze Phoenix Princesa" ] ET: Last chance for Free Angelfood Contest [JewelAng@aol.com] ET: po-em [zerocool@sunlink.net (Niki)] ET: a thing [zerocool@sunlink.net (Niki)] ET: People People People [DPS8315@aol.com] ET: Life ["~* cymbaline *~" ] ET: Razor Sharp Princess [JewelAng@aol.com] ET: Maybe [JewelAng@aol.com] ET: the salt mines [kara garbe ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Mon, 17 Jan 2000 23:27:40 -0800 From: "Ze Phoenix Princesa" Subject: ET: poem come here and make me feel alright bring your arms to me on this fading night cause i'm dying without you by my side and i feel like i'm screaming but my words all seem to hide stand apart so i can outline your form and shape your body in my mind to keep me warm and memorize your feeling and smell are you sure we're under the same sky there's no way i can tell hold on and make this moment linger on i need you badly and to leave now just seems wrong let's go now and hide under the sheets and i can imagine it lasts forever and tangle in your feet come here and make me feel alright bring your arms to me on this fading night cause everywhere i turn now i sense a touch or hear you speak but it's like living with ghosts on a crowded empty street and all i want now is to keep it forever i know i can make it somehow because we've got to be together cause being here alone is more than i can stand when all i want is company and the feeling of your hands come here and make me feel alright bring your arms to me on this fading night and let's just us lie here in the glow of a solitary star and let me breathe you in and know that here you are come here and make me feel alright bring your arms to me on this fading night stand apart so i can outline your form shape your body in my mind so it can keep me warm - --- "i am watching your chest rise and fall like the tides of my life, and the rest of it all and your bones have been my bedframe and your flesh has been my pillow i am waiting for sleep to offer up the deep with both hands" ---ani difranco--- get your free gURLmAIL at http://www.gURLmAIL.com ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2000 17:24:56 EST From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: ET: Last chance for Free Angelfood Contest Hi Angels, This is the last time I'm going to remind you about the angelfood contest going on at my site. This saturday (I can change it if need be) I will pick the winner. Here's how to enter: Put quotes on my message board at my site. Then sign the guestbook (yes I will cross refrence) The person who put the quote I like the best will then my two favorite angelfood tapes at the moment, Filling Tiny Spaces (rugburns and Jewel complation) AND Jewel Rocks the Paradise. If the winner already has this I can give you different tapes. That's it! Have fun, and a goodnight angels Website: http://www.angelfire.com/yt/rebecca Rebecca ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2000 17:32:45 -0500 From: zerocool@sunlink.net (Niki) Subject: ET: po-em Feelings felt but unexpressed Linger on the tip of my tongue In the center of my eyes In the palms of my hands... Sleep weighs upon my shoulders... Leaving everything unexpressed to be Pressured into staying that way for the time being Sadness' veins get longer and rooted deeper Happiness gets strangled in it's wake ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2000 18:00:33 -0500 From: zerocool@sunlink.net (Niki) Subject: ET: a thing all the regulars sit on the stools in the back of the smokey room sipping on their la la lattés the girl and her guitar act like they are the only ones in the room-it's beautiful to hear i wonder if she sings and plays like that in front of other people or in front of the mirror ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2000 17:56:15 EST From: DPS8315@aol.com Subject: ET: People People People "The young do not know enough to be prudent, and therefore they attempt the impossible, and achieve it, generation after generation." And with that thought of course, I've made a little resolution for myself.... one of those not-so-subtle self-improvements that you nonetheless, fail to name.. I've just been analyzing my own efficiancy [brought on by some time-study my father was talking about], and I've come to the conclusion that I waste a lot of time in idle thought. This of course, doesn't apply :) Y'all er special. lol So of course, with all of this in mind, I stand simply with my little creed of hopeful improvement :) ...maybe someone was thinking of it, now's the time. In case any of you care [sometimes i wonder :)] I finished commenting on poemz from digests 20-22, you can see them here as always: Critqueness Land of Inhibition With that said, I offer something of my own, for the first time in a few days, I hit a bit of a dry spell, only to return to that blissful state of "I just wrote myself a po-em!" Sorry, I do tend to get excited: comments, thanx in advance :Ţ ______ Wandering out, to the end of days, toasting to the hours we stretched out for each other, trapped between parents and friends, and everythin that life had told you to feel about me; but no caution was ever really necessary. there were quiet reflections of surrender in my eyes, I saw them there. beneath the quiet rustle and low rumble of my body against you sheets, I felt your hands go careening across my shoulders. There's everything beautiful to add to the sensations of feeling your body mounted on mine, your toachably soft hair, in gorgeous strands of golden blonde, dangling down to the spaces that are meeting places for our hearts _______ beautiful melody, songs and lyrics that are changed forever by the way that it felt having *you* on top of *me* object of my affections, your hands lost somewhere allover me, crashing my madman fantasies about what it'd be like to have you there, and there.you.were, subtly rolling around in my dreams turned life, and I'm begging the world to forgive e for the way I hold you and want to hide you under my world of seductive sensations and the way I love having my hands buried underneath your jeans, feeling anything I can if it means I can for just a little longer ______ Flowing And I saw beauty beheld, felt exhultation beneath every deflected ray of light, dimmed while passing through the silent spaces between every strand of beautifully golden blonde hair, tossed voluptuously across your head, hanging tenderly down all the way to me, lying beneath you, waiting to experience your sens.ual.ity there's nothig more beautiful perhpa,s than the way that light came seeping into my view from the ceiling light above, dripping down to me, in glorious illusions of everything that's found along the curves of your soul ______ James ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 19 Jan 2000 00:18:15 GMT From: "~* cymbaline *~" Subject: ET: Life The Fifteen Interludes of Life 1. Don't go for wealth - it can deceive; Don't be hung up on looks - they will fade away. Go for someone who makes you smile 'cause only a smile makes a dark day bright. Have hope that you find that person who gets you smiling. 2. May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, enough hope to make you happy and enough money to buy gifts!!! 3. When one door of happiness closes, another opens but often we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one which has been opened for us. 4. It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives. 5. Always put yourself in other's shoes. If you feel that it hurts you, no doubt it probably hurts the other person, too. 6. The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them with our own image; Otherwise, we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them. 7. Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one so that when we finally meet the right person, we should know how to be grateful for that gift. 8. It takes a minute to become infatuated with someone, an hour to like someone and a day to love someone - but it takes a lifetime to forget someone. 9. Love is when you take away the feeling, the passion, the romance and you find out you still love the person. 10. A sad thing about life is when you meet someone who means so much to you only to find out that beloved one doesn't feel as you do, and you find yourself needing to choose between staying and feeling hurt, or letting go. 11. Love starts with a smile, develops with a kiss and ends with either a tear or an eternal embrace. 12. Love comes to those who still hope even though they've been disappointed, to those who still believe, even though they've been betrayed, to those who still love even though they've been deeply wounded before. 13. It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, but what is the most painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let the person know how you feel. 14. There are things you love to hear but you would never hear it from the person whom you would like to hear it from, but don't be deaf to hear it from the person who does say it to you with his heart. 15. When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling - live your life so that when you die, you're smiling and everyone around you is crying ~ tears of joy for having known you. ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2000 20:05:54 EST From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: ET: Razor Sharp Princess Well I just wrote this poem, I haven't written any poetry in while (at least a month) but last night I wrote two. Here's one of them. Razor Sharp Princess (tell me if you have a better name.) I am but a razor sharp princess. A star of disillusionment against the heavens of your heart. Would you let this weak ugly goddess in? Would you stroke her and love her as if she where the earth? I am but a razor sharp princess a black faces seraph, a powerless goddess, Do you still love me? That's it! Comments and flames wanted!! Rebecca http://www.angelfire.com/yt/rebecca PLUG *devilish smile* ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2000 20:08:11 EST From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: ET: Maybe This is the other poem I wrote last night.... Maybe (need a better title) Maybe the reason that I'm feeling pain is I know how to handle it. Do we really know how to take happiness? Is the reason I feel pain is because I've naught been taught of happiness? Flames and comments wanted! Rebecca http://www.angelfire.com/yt/rebecca Oooo yet another PLUG *grins* ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2000 20:35:25 -0500 (Eastern Standard Time) From: kara garbe Subject: ET: the salt mines i wrote this poem last week and would really appreciate comments on it. this is my attempt to emerge from my horrible self-obsession, and i've never tried to write poetry before that actually talked about historical events or things so tangible and fact-filled, so i would really love some feedback about if it makes sense and if it says anything worth reading... even horrible criticism would be appreciated! thanks! ~kara the salt mines 1. two thousand feet below this green earth, beyond the reach of a sun too weak to penetrate soil and rock, men labor as they do across this earth. but something is different here. much closer to the earth's core, but still so far away, the air has boiled to one hundred and ten degrees fahrenheit, while forty thousand feet below, temperatures climb to seven hundred degrees and higher. they remain at a mere two thousand, (the distance you once again are from me) driving yellow machines, grating, into walls that shimmer with crystals of salt. forgotten chambers are full of old machines who died these past hundred years, cluttering up caverns in which it is as dark as it must be in the grave. here, we are as though we one day will be, when we have been put beneath the earth for eternal rest, lost to the sun and all we once loved. 2. above the soil, in this village, every house rests upon tunnels filled with invisibly sweating men. fifty-five years ago, it was not the men of this village who labored below, but nazis carrying burdens of brushed ink and sculpted stone wrapped in blankets, drapes, and mattresses. somewhere else, faceless innocents were being put to death even as these soldiers, preparing to bomb all of europe, were ransacking her museums, carrying out her treasures, saving what beauty was to survive dark tunnels, and the eternal underground being born on the surface. ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #23 *********************************