From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #44 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 Saturday, February 5 2000 Volume 03 : Number 044 * 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: scream at me until my ears bleed ["The Phoenix Princessa" ] ET: i've perfected the art of silent tears ["The Phoenix Princessa" ] ET: 'There is som much truth......' [Jeremy H ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 04 Feb 2000 23:53:21 -0800 From: "The Phoenix Princessa" Subject: ET: scream at me until my ears bleed i hate love songs those silly overdone crooning tunes on soft-rock late-night talk shows with announcers who.pause.for.emphasis. johnny's missing sarah because she went and stole his car, or twang-a-lang says "that damned old car won't start, yeehaw, she stole my heart" i groan at that pathetic rhyme. this time i'm not even trying, i imagined a rocker boy with carved out lips to sing a song he wrote for me. my sister said, i know romance is quite appealing, but don't go for the singer types, they'll play you lyrical imagery but the ripped up dreams they sing about are really yours. so would i care, the test told me that i like sex more than love and that may be the subject seems to-come-up an awful lot lately. getting laid you need not think i want to hide behind all those layers of zippers and fabric and choke myself into choke collars to thrust spikes into skin, before i let anyone in, know iiiii have the razor control. at least, then, for a bit i'd forget about all those people oh all those people who i know really care, and instead pretend i'm unaware and just run a bit crazy for awhile. the sick is calming and the rush makes no sense but i'd rather be demented than locked up in silly ideals. i hate those boring love songs, or maybe what i hate is the lack of love. i used to think a century ago would be more appealing, but women fainting from choiceless corsets are entirely not my style. for a little while, i haven't been thinking about some boy, blackened nails and pixie stick colors are bursting out from me now. so i don't care. i say i'm a bitch, and you aren't any better, what's the point in a sappy song if you're a little over the edge. all that is so blind anyway, i'd rather crank up another station, i eat and eat and gain nothing, and steal shirts from guys so that i can smell them in my sleep. . . just so i don't have to sleep alone. * he said would you like to come when will you be coming and will you come again he said i like that tight orange dress do you like punk haircuts do you mind if i'm your guy there's a place we can go tonight the music's loud, the lights are bright you'll feel safe you'll feel alright he said i like the way you walk your sulky stalk the way you talk he said you have trippy eyes such slender legs and touchable sides do you want to hide away awhile i think that i could make you smile i'll hold you angel, just like a child he said i can see you're bent we've all been spent so young and jaded he said blankets make it okay it's not quite day i love your skin it's nice to feel like someone cares when so many people are unaware let me put my hands in your hair he said let's be wild and fun you're a feisty one you should never be sad he said you feel alone you say indulge yourself do it for me this way don't be afraid, it will be okay i can make everything go away when life gets sharp, c.o.m.e and stay everyone needs a little love-n' caring * he wrapped me up around in his arms and that's when night seemed to drift away. the rest of the room wavered, that hazy in-between place, the smell the feel the body heat... the press of a studded necklace against my skin an out of place reminder, startled out so i open my eyes to black air, gripping my own hands, how is that so it can't be, my fingers tingling still, staring into black space on a bed with my body alone, and only a very vivid scent lingering with me from my close-so-far-gone memory. - --- "art is why I get up in the morning but my definition ends there and it doesn't seem fair that I'm living for something I can't even define there you are right there in the meantime" -ani get your free gURLmAIL at http://www.gURLmAIL.com ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 4 Feb 2000 23:59:22 -0800 (PST) From: Z Miller Subject: ET: maggie left that night..... I warn you all. This poem has foul words and has some not very nice topics. It suggests some things that aren't true it is only a poem. Not real life. Now thank you and have a nice day. I want to be able to look at her and kill her to freeze and pick out who should die she's a bitch she dies she is the girlfriend to the guy i like diffinitly kill her him he called me a ugly fat chick i am going to kill him many times ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I go up to him he looks at me strange as i stare he asks me what and i kiss him then he dies his body falling to the floor his girlfriend crying and the rest of the people just staring at me and then at him i had to let go jack ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (my ideal way of shopping) yes i need a magic wand for my looks a brain for my grades boobs so i can have some and of course i hot boyfriend to go but life isn't like that instead you are always alone know one likes you for you and sometimes the word rape sounds appealing ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ache bones dried out eyes from the never ending tears no more emotions for i have been drained i have no more tears to shed because i have used them all i have been enraged and shown it i used it all up so now i will be like estella finn i will be heartless ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ your tongue in my mouth asyou feel my tongue ring and your hands go through my dyed blonde hair with my perfect abs showing from the shirt my muscular arms holding you with your body craving mine more and more and as i am about to give into your wishes i pull away to say you are who you are and i am me are world shall never meet again so i say farewell to you and leave you with this and i open my hand to him to give him my heart ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ok i am finally done i doubt if any one read the whole but if ya did thanks and please email me with comments questiosn bashings Bif ===== "That's why they call them crushes. If they were easy, they'd call them something else. -sixteen candles" __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Talk to your friends online with Yahoo! Messenger. http://im.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 05 Feb 2000 00:30:39 -0800 From: "The Phoenix Princessa" Subject: ET: i've perfected the art of silent tears all these little prisses with their cocaine nosebleeds and their haircuts all the same starving for attention so they make sure they blend in with the crowd. try to find a way to get around, so they outlaw skateboards. and they say, I think Mr. Howard's just a little stressed, all the overweight repressed men stare after 14 year olds' asses and comment on their tank tops, thinking they like the yelling, some other man is doing it to their own daughters. and all the experts say there must be life on Mars, sure was too bad that the expensive expedition failed. All the shrinks say nobody is alone in this, so feel better cause prozac helps. and all the bored rich kids down on ventura blvd. carve words into their arms to make up for missing feelings in their BMW lives, everyone's saying, aren't we all so happy, society is moving along so well, everyone has a dentist and no one's issues are unique. so all the little 10 year olds are cussing their brains out, and the 11 year olds dress like whores, and try being runway models, and meanwhile covergirls try having babies, and cloned sheep die early, and no one seems to know or care for the lasting effects of technology. experts say that teenage pain is due to Teenage Angst, and that is just a phase. * she's never prayed for blood before but she's praying for it now the fairy's cuts made her shiver needlesmake her faint but if anything's going to change it'll happen at this time somehow but now she's hoping for stains because what if it went wrong? and father's paranoid about sleepovers, and god knows she's daddy's baby gi rl. the picture of a prophet haunts her praying, she never did before, but time slipping by is her enemy, her lips are sealed and tremble, her hands shake and she begs for the future to hurry. what would she tell to that blonde surfer of a guy who is too much a child himself? she does not touch the phone, and stays awake in terror under a blacklight by her lavalamp, she is too young she is too young i am too young i am too young and what could she say, what would she do? she never prayed so seriously before, against a teenage pregnancy. * - --- Well, this day was a total waste of makeup. get your free gURLmAIL at http://www.gURLmAIL.com ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 05 Feb 2000 00:30:40 -0800 From: "The Phoenix Princessa" Subject: ET: i've perfected the art of silent tears all these little prisses with their cocaine nosebleeds and their haircuts all the same starving for attention so they make sure they blend in with the crowd. try to find a way to get around, so they outlaw skateboards. and they say, I think Mr. Howard's just a little stressed, all the overweight repressed men stare after 14 year olds' asses and comment on their tank tops, thinking they like the yelling, some other man is doing it to their own daughters. and all the experts say there must be life on Mars, sure was too bad that the expensive expedition failed. All the shrinks say nobody is alone in this, so feel better cause prozac helps. and all the bored rich kids down on ventura blvd. carve words into their arms to make up for missing feelings in their BMW lives, everyone's saying, aren't we all so happy, society is moving along so well, everyone has a dentist and no one's issues are unique. so all the little 10 year olds are cussing their brains out, and the 11 year olds dress like whores, and try being runway models, and meanwhile covergirls try having babies, and cloned sheep die early, and no one seems to know or care for the lasting effects of technology. experts say that teenage pain is due to Teenage Angst, and that is just a phase. * she's never prayed for blood before but she's praying for it now the fairy's cuts made her shiver needlesmake her faint but if anything's going to change it'll happen at this time somehow but now she's hoping for stains because what if it went wrong? and father's paranoid about sleepovers, and god knows she's daddy's baby gi rl. the picture of a prophet haunts her praying, she never did before, but time slipping by is her enemy, her lips are sealed and tremble, her hands shake and she begs for the future to hurry. what would she tell to that blonde surfer of a guy who is too much a child himself? she does not touch the phone, and stays awake in terror under a blacklight by her lavalamp, she is too young she is too young i am too young i am too young and what could she say, what would she do? she never prayed so seriously before, against a teenage pregnancy. * - --- Well, this day was a total waste of makeup. get your free gURLmAIL at http://www.gURLmAIL.com ------------------------------ Date: 5 Feb 00 10:21:04 EST From: genben@usa.net Subject: ET: scatter run, children! flee your oppressors the mind is ruined by those who would tell you what to think come alongside i have been where there is shelter you must find it on your own then we will see it together come away from that state those who know best don't and guidance is not external ____________________________________________________________________ Get free email and a permanent address at http://www.netaddress.com/?N=1 ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 5 Feb 2000 14:37:19 EST From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: ET: feature poet/feature artist (art, paiting, not music) Hello, It's time once again for a feature poet of the month. This month I'm also going to do a feature artist. Please painting, computer, or art of that type. I already have a feature music artist. Send examples to me at jewelang@aol.com Check out the website here: http://www.angelfire.com/yt/ rebecca Thanks! Rebecca ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 05 Feb 2000 12:53:07 -0800 From: "The Phoenix Princessa" Subject: ET: nailtips trapped in jailed tears he asks, why are you crying the shards were too much to handle glass drops roll like clear jelly onto upturned lily cups the rain subsided to leave tiny fairy domes of reflecting mirrors to show their little dancing dainty limbs curving in the watery surface in that little world dropping down by my feet suddenly giants are towering over a world, shadows of clouds disrupting the pretty quivering of diamond beads of water perceptions run amok and we can all feel guilty for not having just left the beauty alone up where rain falls first the air grows heavy with moisture somehow i can never get away from piercing cold she says i know how you feel trapped by perceptions sometimes you have to shatter in order to pick up the pieces to form a new mosaic she says i know how you feel being jailed by tears he said, just let me touch your skin fumbling as if i didn't know how to handle that much tenderness he said i know you are soft that's why you bleed so easily if you don't come back to me you know i just wanted to feel it was just this sharp bracelet that twisted around my arms, cutting me up and writhing i was all but cut to pieces a perfect explaination for jailed tears and skies with glitter stars trapped inside little universes the size of fairy fingernails she said, i am your daisy chain you are my spine in our fairy world dodging crystal glass drops and turning our faces up to drink the rain - --- Well, this day was a total waste of makeup. get your free gURLmAIL at http://www.gURLmAIL.com ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 5 Feb 2000 15:59:46 -0800 (PST) From: Jeremy H Subject: ET: 'There is som much truth......' > There is so much truth in this. These words spoke to me personally and even > though I have learned from each one, it is still difficult to practice what I > have learned because I let distractions get in the way. Love Sis > > I've learned - that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be > someone who can be loved. The rest is up to them. > I've learned - that no matter how much I care, some people just don't care back. > I've learned - that it takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to > destroy it. > I've learned - that it's not what you have in your life; but who you have in > your life that counts. > I've learned - that you can get by on charm for about fifteen minutes. After > that, you'd better know something. > I've learned - that you shouldn't compare yourself to the best others can do. > I've learned - that you can do something in an instant that will give you > heartache for life. > I've learned - that it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to > be. > I've learned - that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may > be the last time you see them. > I've learned - that you can keep going long after you can't. > I've learned - that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel. > I've learned - that either you control your attitude or it controls you. > I've learned - that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, > the passion fades and there had better be something else to take its place. > I've learned - that heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it > needs to be done, regardless of the consequences. > > I've learned - that money is a lousy way of keeping score. > I've learned - that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the > best time. > I've learned - that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down > will be the ones to help you get back up. > I've learned - that sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but > that doesn't give me the right to be cruel. > I've learned - that true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest > distance. Same goes for true love. > I've learned - that just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them > to doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. > I've learned - that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences > you've had and what you've learned from them and less to do with how many > birthdays you've celebrated. > I've learned - that you should never tell a child their dreams are unlikely or > outlandish. > Few things are more humiliating, and what a tragedy it would be if they believed > it. > I've learned - that no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you > every once in a while and you must forgive them for that. > I've learned - that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes > you are to learn to forgive yourself. > I've learned - that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't > stop for your grief. I've learned - that our background and circumstances may > have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become. > I've learned - that just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't > love each other. And just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do. > I've learned - that we don't have to change friends if we understand that > friends change. > I've learned - that you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret. It could > change your life forever. I've learned - that two people can look at the exact > same thing and see something totally different. > I've learned - that no matter how you try to protect your children, they will > eventually get hurt and you will hurt in the process. > I've learned - that your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who > don't even know you. > I've learned - that even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend > cries out to you, you will find the strength to help. > I've learned - that credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human > being. > I've learned - that the people you care about most in life are taken from you > too soon. > I've learned - that it's hard to determine where to draw the line between being > nice and not hurting people's feelings and standing up for what you believe. > Send this to all the people you have faith in. 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