From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #24 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 Wednesday, January 19 2000 Volume 03 : Number 024 * 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 V3 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: Stop fighting me... [kara garbe ] ET: i'm back ["stephen" ] ET: [-ADeadPoet-] Razor Sharp Princess [JewelAng@aol.com] ET: [-ADeadPoet-] Maybe [JewelAng@aol.com] ET: Last Night... [JADED022@aol.com] ET: (*) shadows whispers moonlight (*) ["marty" ] ET: You're sensitive--my 3rd to the list [JADED022@aol.com] ET: Tormented Souls (short story) [JewelAng@aol.com] ET: Go away!(poem) ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ET: ~sequels~ [shivergirl ] ET: ~prequels~ [shivergirl ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Wed, 19 Jan 2000 01:19:25 -0500 (Eastern Standard Time) From: kara garbe Subject: ET: Stop fighting me... (ok, another new effort from me, thoughts appreciated...) 1.19.2000 Stop fighting me and let this happen. Your wide eyes, your knee pushing against my hip. These things tell me you think we're not ready for this complication. I promise, you can still love someone after this. Tomorrow, our eyes will meet across familiar faces on the sidewalk, and we will share a smile that holds more than laughter and friendship ever lent it. But tonight, it is just you and me. My fingers push gently against your thigh, and I breathe up into your muted face, your lips closed, eyes lost and searching. Your legs are tangled in mine, keeping me down at a safe distance. I promise, I can hold your fears and soften them against my accepting flesh, if you will only stop fighting me and let this happen. ~ksg ............................................................... There has to be a change, I'm sure Today was just a day fading into another And that can't be what a life is for. -Adam Duritz "Amy Hit the Atmosphere" ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 19 Jan 2000 03:47:58 -0500 From: "stephen" Subject: ET: i'm back Hi cymbaline.. hi robert.. hi claudia my love.. hi to all the ones i haven't seen in a long time.. I've been hiding.. rearranging myself. building stronger defenses and sharper weapons.. building .. building.. building.. i feel weird.. later. ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2000 20:05:54 EST From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: ET: [-ADeadPoet-] Razor Sharp Princess From: JewelAng@aol.com 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* - --------------------------- ONElist Sponsor ---------------------------- GRAB THE GATOR! 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Rebecca http://www.angelfire.com/yt/rebecca Oooo yet another PLUG *grins* - --------------------------- ONElist Sponsor ---------------------------- GRAB THE GATOR! FREE SOFTWARE DOES ALL THE TYPING FOR YOU! Tired of filling out forms and remembering passwords? Gator fills in forms and passwords with just one click! Comes with $50 in free coupons! Click Here - ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Words will never die. [Never tug on Supermans cape, never spit into the wind, don't pull the mask of the old Lone Ranger, and don't mess around with Jim] ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 19 Jan 2000 15:39:03 EST From: JADED022@aol.com Subject: ET: Last Night... - --part1_49.90d851.25b77ae7_boundary Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit - --part1_49.90d851.25b77ae7_boundary Content-Type: message/rfc822 Content-Disposition: inline Return-path: JADED022@aol.com From: JADED022@aol.com Full-name: JADED 022 Message-ID: <27.a975a7.25b4d78e@aol.com> Date: Mon, 17 Jan 2000 15:37:34 EST Subject: Last Night... To: owner-eda-thoughts@smoe.org MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Mailer: Windows AOL sub 44 I found this one and had to look back and laugh at it... "Oh the things I was feeling back then"--Its just a bunch of mad phrases in a few stanzas and I call it Poetry.... Last Night... By: Jade M. Makenzie My Soul is collspasing With all these pains at once My love turned dark My hero falling from wonder Is that all they can throw at me? Broken down and wandering Were do I go? Fear only takes hold of Those who let it in Finding a few of the lost pieces But they never fit the same A moment... Tranquill and healing only to be set a blaze Hatred grows only where you tend it.... But then there's you... - --part1_49.90d851.25b77ae7_boundary-- ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 19 Jan 2000 22:50:41 +0100 From: "marty" Subject: ET: (*) shadows whispers moonlight (*) ¤) lunar a lone (¤ moon where are you tonight i miss your shadows patterns of mystery i know that you are just just above my window floating waiting for your orbit to decline for another passage and this is only an awkward poem that i wrote because le lune still shines through on the western skies and devoted are all the stars for you darling tonight west is always my best friend cause thats where god settled venus oh blessed be you oh mornings star* ¤) for mobilicity (¤ drink your words in from this ten row glowing green thing like our favourite roo beewa our peu mysterieux snug and well lulled down under kovers quivering lovelorn my heart lost count for how many times did i fall in love with you last night.. ¤) iii (¤ i just fail/to describe/this feeling/so close/fingers + figures/comb-ing your beautiful/hair/in dreams + pronouncing ayns/ley/in/sleep/thinking about + any yet unheard/of irish call/for love/little star* + i know/you know/i am/wherever/there for you ¤) yet oh yes (¤ another day some oh day some place walking winding this church road still holding on to my woman her hand along with us wandering so wonderful oh so small oh softly fitting twicely oh so nicley into our's ¤) watery flowers (¤ picking up results of affection - love at heaven's airport being us for a while while being forever everything passes everything changes swimming the ocean warm salty bluey green ¤) nil (¤ uneducated in life we are travelling alone (well just the two of us) surrounded by spirit faeries not only at night feeling like common people yet so different makin tapes and discs for our souls together relaxation in oneness me reading her lips when she teaches me by the way who's richard bach? ¤) kramgo (¤ life is another test we are gonna pass together we stand divided we fall ¤) mattis (¤ keeping count of sheeps does not call him to dreamland only blue sea and a dolphin like tonight ¤) forest bench (¤ picking alladin sweeties altogether "cause life is like a box of chocolates you never know what you're gonna get" ¤) pepparkaka (¤ and you do recognize you know those two beau things love and yourself the dream is not over just about started dreamy but awake are you or snug below it is 14:14 army-time we made it through to the new millennium this why two kay thing was nothing at all cept another loveboost for me and my baby shall always be my lucky love number )3( ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 19 Jan 2000 17:56:28 EST From: JADED022@aol.com Subject: ET: You're sensitive--my 3rd to the list I wrote this down in the back of Annette's mini-van on our long road trip over the summer. Comments and all that jazz, always welcome! ~Jade~ ~Jeremy~ By Jade M. Makenzie You're sensitive, So I break life to you gently You won't ALWAYS be happy The hardships will find you, no matter where you hide Someday you'll give your heart, And your innocence away And she will wear them Carelessly on a chain You'll have to grow up sooner or later And make mistakes of your own And make memories Of moments you can call your own You may lose everything in the world Your dreams And hopes, and passions But you'll have to find the means to mend your heart someday Because you're sensitive You wont always be happy ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 19 Jan 2000 18:22:57 EST From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: ET: Tormented Souls (short story) Tormented Souls A gray haze surrounded the cemetery. A lone statue of a seraph praying with clasped hands fought against the haze. The faint sound of crying could be heard from all corners of the cemetery. A man clad in a black cape lay on the cold marble before the statue. His black hair fell around his face as his shoulders rose and fell with large sobs. Every few moments you could hear an anguished cry tear from his throat. It was always that same one word that came across the wind; Ophelia. Aidan's heart pumped within his chest. He thought that at any moments it would come bursting from within. Slowly and painfully when the tears ceased to come he picked himself up. With trembling hands Aidan wiped the tears from his handsome pale cheeks. Anguish filled his being and he could think of nothing other then Ophelia, his wife. Aidan walked slowly with painful steps to his black stallion. He slipped his hand into his saddlebag, retrieving an item he put into the dark folds of his cape. Aidan walked back to the monument and whispered a prayer to the seraph before him. Knelling down before it, he fought hard to control the pressure behind his eyes, but without knowing, a large silent tear of despair rolled down his cheek and splashed on the cold white marble. It had been only three days earlier when he had held his wife alive for the last time. In those three days his life had changed so much. He had been the carefree happy man who loved his wife without reason. His young wife. God how he missed the happiness he used to have. He knew now how much he had taken that happiness for granted. Opheilia was in every breath he took. Her presence touched everything he owned. Her soft laughter filled his memory. Never again would he hear that sweet sound, accept in his dreams. He would never again see her long black hair, or violet eyes that held so much love for him. Aidan let the tears release as they threatened to do. Without warning his body felt weak with tears and he fell before the mocking seraph. His wife's grave. When the sobs finished racking his body, he took an object from within the dark folds of his cape. With one last cry to the heavens, he let the leaden knife thrust into his chest. He slumped once more in front of the all knowing seraph. His blood mixing with the slowly falling rain. ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 19 Jan 2000 18:48:25 -0500 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: Go away!(poem) Hi again :) 'tis moi! Today I was thinking of Amanda and how like I really hate the way girls treat me at dances(especially Valentines dances)...and I'll do the plug later a bit but I am on an online poetry circle pathetic.org and I was looking at some people's poetry and the one person had a line of "Go away and leave alone" or something like that...and it got me thinking of this poem. Now for my plug...Those of you who write poetry(or who like reading it) might want to check out "http://www.pathetic.org". It's an online poetry circle and I'm a member of it! I have about 23 or so poems up. It is really cool! Anyhow, on to my poem :) lol :o) If you wish to not receive them anymore, just let me know, and comments, flames, questions, etc. are always welcome! -Seth ====================== Go away! by Seth Fulmer 01-19-2000 Go away and leave me alone You're a fool alright You give me pickles fried onions too and told me to fry you an egg Well how can I do that or anything else dear if you won't even be so nice I ask you for your number I ask you for a chance at eternal happiness or a night of sweet romance You tell me to get lost You're single and bored You're standing there alone in the corner Your prince charming asks you You ask him to marry you My God, you're a very sick person Heaven knows no fury like that of myself I walk my way back home in the freezing cold If you want to hurt yourself Go right ahead dear I'm ignoring you then from now on Alas though with fortune or misfortune I guess The young sir leaves you for his tramp You come back, and sit on my lap as my girlfriend comes back and turns nasty. ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 19 Jan 2000 18:56:01 -0500 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: ~sequels~ + everyone pronounces my name differently i get kicks out of saying double digits (repeatedly) i'm leavin little girls behind in body every day and someone sucked all the weight out of me burned all my bad memories so now i can see in between the stages of pictures my bed to the bathroom floor for so many years colour was invisible and rain is still preferable if you ask me before cause i always forget my umbrella in the big scheme of things + i need a made-over attitude for when before tries to take over after and the new and improved version of her wants to live anywhere but here for a long time and then come back again when everything is made magical by fond remembrance and lots of distance + my parents think highly of me but they just can't let go of me to them i am a fragile recessive gene nightmare of their combined family traits' worst qualities + i don't know how heaven can be home if it's too high to climb and stairs make me nervous superstitious of flashbacks of past lives/deaths + i've learned to accept angels in disguise my heart still races from time to time but i guess it's proof that i'm still alive + i think woody allen is a genius no matter what morality says i wish he could write my life maybe then i wouldn't have to act like myself + ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 19 Jan 2000 18:56:24 -0500 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: ~prequels~ + i forgot/the lady/of shalott/she got/caught/ by lancelot/when i was/writing about/my lot/ her boat/was winding/twisting itself/into camelot + grey kerchief girl/with multiple bracelets/ but no pearls//how do you say that/ in french/how do you even manage/ to think/in english/anyways/won't you/ cover my hair too/please/with that/ charming european/antiquity/i'd like to/ hear your/language-speak/some more + did you have some sleep/can i make you/ a beautiful day/i hope i didn't give you/ a bad nightmare/the practicality/is practically/non-existent/(not like us)/ when you follow me/into the spaces/ between/my thoughts/i can tell/the seams/ the waves/like your/presence + so her emotions proposed i ringlet into irrationality again just like her psychological attempts (half-hearted at best) infanticide ride that begins at the breast and i tried so hard to damn the stream of viciousness curdling cursing from her lips (so quickly) but i had to disassociate myself once again with my old friend morpheus into another dream instead + just cause i can't bend my thumb doesn't mean i'm not flexible no more headed to the nagano olympics for our past relationship yet again how come you always get the gold in the end always get to stand tall on top of the podium but they never play your anthem when the cameras catch you crying? + i was trapped in my room between susanna kaysen and paul simon yesterday/today and i started missing you so muchly (startlingly) i just can't explain this wannabe bob dylan just doesn't cut it come close like you did like you do can you come back again just for an instant can you rain drop just make it stop being so dry in here for half an hour i know you like the hot desert a lot but i need you here to freeze me up when i'm numb and when you're capturing cacti on film do you ever remember why the tears you never shed help the drought last all season? + the world i knew i was so good (at being you) it was so easy to regurgitate abuse to be your sad copy facsimile twin after all mother melancholia gave death to us both (co-dependent moths) in each other we just could not grow out of (the same cloth) + i was asleep when you said we'd only end up dead together in miserable ville but what if that never happened what if you didn't run around the bend but you know i still heard what you said i caught the same words standing still inside my own head when i happened to stop spinning underneath the bed to listen to myself (not so foreign breath) + remember me/to yourself/screw/ everyone else + i'm moving to paris to drink Champs-Elysées i will think of you (i promise) every time i see french street signs i will remember how she threw a handful of grass in your face (it was tres unexpected) and of course you were 'nice' but more often than not (not) you know you were just the biggest bitch and i can't acknowledge it (your letter) because she simply won't allow it (it's not in my best interests) but i'll shoot you this dart and curse you my best instead (in secret of course) + the f--k stops here come dirty with your stiff competition why don't you stop playing dead for a minute i know you're so excellent at it but there's gotta be more to your talent repertoire than blistering words and whoring semantics the weak silent type (you know the usual) tripe one score shite billion trillion wounds in the biggest paper-cut fight + keeping mr. happy healthy (not me) try more sex, less begging ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #24 *********************************