From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #55 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 Monday, February 14 2000 Volume 03 : Number 055 * 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: my angel ["stephen" ] ET: hey angels...thought i'd send out some poetry for critique [nicole i ] ET: untitled [Jennifer ] ET: Hmm, black monday eh? ["Sam Plant" ] ET: [Fwd: Tori Amos Quote of the Day!] [shivergirl ] ET: Would you be my Valentine?(poem) ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Mon, 14 Feb 2000 01:39:11 -0500 From: "stephen" Subject: ET: my angel It was a cold and rainy November day In her mother's arms an angel did lay Awake from a sleep in a dreamworld land just a few short breaths as she held father's hand I wonder if she knew on the day she was born she would soon save a boy who's heart was torn. In a world full of pain and with a heart full of sorrow I finally met an angel that gave me tomorrow She must have been born with angels wings To have carried me so high that my heart could sing soon in my arms will this angel lay and I will love her forever and cherish every day I love you Claudia ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 13 Feb 2000 23:05:26 -0800 (PST) From: nicole i kline Subject: ET: hey angels...thought i'd send out some poetry for critique howdy all! i don't write much but i read all you guys write, and i just want to say, keep up the good work! i recently submitted some poetry to some contests so i thought i'd throw some out for y'all to read...let me know what you think! nicole tiny raining angel ~~~ malice's extra orphan she's ripping down my resolve/she's trying to abscess my back right molar/she's projecting my negativity/she's host to my hostilities/she's putting up walls, fronts, sneers and repertoires/she's clawing Papier-mâché monsters, all the ones that help me/she's pooling her hatred into a reservoir so on days when she's smiles she'll have enough on tap to loathe me if she sees me/she's intent on pulling, brick by brick, our love apart, until she can stand amongst the rubble smiling maliciously/she's spitting on a fire that accepts her for who she is and welcomes her to grow, but she_just_spits_ *harder*, til her lips are chapped and her face stiff/she's trying with all her might to crowbar a gap and from their pull out my love and all it's components/she wants to not be alone and to make him not feel alone when he's with her/she reams and steams and streams and dreams/but all together parts come faded, when she forces a decide...because she made it so, he had no choice, so now he chooses to live and NOT to die (but, she cries, she sobs, with gulps of air she, pleads!, for nothing, for not to be so proud, for not to be so one-celled, so quite so invertebrate) and now it's all over, and she's/just/dust(but dust still carries a glare) ~~~ short panicked crippled. crippled. startled from a dream. by your breathing, days away. years away. night's heat a ways, away. crouched and waiting. rolled me over. opened eyes and saw... saw always. saw forever, for forever. missed my chance. closed eyes again. lived instead of waiting. ~~~ the quote oh! fate's tragedy, that i should live alone forever...these thoughts i dwell, these demons i have, hark! sometimes i hear them rustling in the night, they whisper in my ear as i sleep, i give me bad dreams. but you, you! my green heaven, you chased those bad dreams away, you, you keep my eyes open and my blood flowing, you, you make me see that they are inside, that i can't depend on them to save me anymore, my saviors of destruction. and now, oh, now, as we are joined in stellar perfection, i've been plucked from the sky, a falling star, our gravities have made us stationary in the same constellation, and i am no longer falling (people wish on falling stars, and that is beautiful, you whisper. yes, but i am tired, and they don't deserve those wishes. you do. that's why all your wishes on me come true.) ~~~ what i'd travel rapid-walk the world, tread desert sand, climb-hike mountains, kayak arctic cold, dig-shovel salt, i'd stop for food rest and sometimes shelter, stop for a pint at an irish pub, to look at tunisian jewels, to admire mysterious cairo, but never more than moments, i'd walk rapid travel the world (and then come back) just to touch your lips to mine (and the beauty in your kiss would make even the pyramids seem like a stone pile) if history were mine, your name would translate to "masterpiece" ~~~ alphabet hide-n-seek inconsequential. he uses words like that. and excessively-ironic, because that's how much he says it. some big words i hear him hide behind...like the "h" in heather. this afternoon he ducked. did he think the truth, the name, in any way would protect him? but i saw him hide, and so i let him. but i didn't play the game, just left him there to hide...to come out when he was ready. the boy is coming out to play, and he's the one who's hiding now. interesting. ironic. imbecilic, but i haven't the room to talk. ~~~ thanks :) nicole ===== ~a swing is a piece of freedom on a leash~ __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Talk to your friends online with Yahoo! Messenger. http://im.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 13 Feb 2000 23:34:40 -0800 (PST) From: Jennifer Subject: ET: untitled I'm gonna shake the dust from my coat and leave locking the door behind me what has happened is in the past where it will remain No regrets or what if's will haunt me why bring about such doubt and wasted breath? So don't feel sympathy for me I know what's been done Not looking for the sad look in your eyes or the understanding touch Don't say "I told you so" I knew the ending but still read the story __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Talk to your friends online with Yahoo! Messenger. http://im.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 13 Feb 2000 19:52:57 PST From: "Sam Plant" Subject: ET: Hmm, black monday eh? Here is a story of a day that strikes terror into the hearts of all those who are: lonely, bored, incompasionate, angry, grumpy, lazy, or basically just without a love... like myself But that is a loooong story *grin broncoband* and one not quite due yet at the library soooo. Here is a nice little thingy which I mentioned at the begining of this mail. Here is a day, a day of love That ends at night, and starts at dawn Here is a day, made of blood That ends in pain, and starts in shame. Black monday, black monday, I hear the bells ring. Black monday, black monday. DEATH TO BLACK MONDAY hmm, oh yah. Black monday is of corse valentines day (dramatic music) Hehehe. Well, *grin* g'night out there in not-so-tv-land. Sam Indefatigable, yet not unconquerable. ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 14 Feb 2000 00:15:39 -0500 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: [Fwd: Tori Amos Quote of the Day!] forgive the spamming, but i think the last line's worth it. - --------------2D9ACE8CA393CA6474539D0F Content-Type: message/rfc822; name="nsmail42.TMP" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline; filename="nsmail42.TMP" Return-path: Envelope-to: tstevens@ican.net Delivery-date: Thu, 6 Jan 2000 00:14:56 -0500 Received: from [216.3.68.6] (helo=lists.usinteractive.com) by mail2.tor.primus.ca with smtp (Exim 2.11 #1) id 1265GB-000705-04 for tstevens@ican.net; Thu, 6 Jan 2000 00:14:55 -0500 Received: (qmail 2661 invoked by uid 503); 6 Jan 2000 05:10:27 -0000 Delivered-To: toriquote@lists.usinteractive.com Received: (qmail 2655 invoked from network); 6 Jan 2000 05:10:26 -0000 Received: from imo21.mx.aol.com (152.163.225.65) by usi-phl-ext.usinteractive.com with SMTP; 6 Jan 2000 05:10:26 -0000 Received: from EPerry1211@aol.com by imo21.mx.aol.com (mail_out_v24.6.) id x.7b.7b537d89 (6963) for ; Thu, 6 Jan 2000 00:09:52 -0500 (EST) From: EPerry1211@aol.com Message-ID: <7b.7b537d89.25a57da0@aol.com> Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2000 00:09:52 EST Subject: Tori Amos Quote of the Day! To: toriquote@lists.usinteractive.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Mailer: Windows AOL sub 45 Sender: owner-toriquote@lists.usinteractive.com Precedence: bulk "Right now, if you're an entertainer, it's a very good time for you. So if that's your interest, then go for it. That's what's really in demand. Poets aren't really...I hope you're good at serving food. Making coffee. But that doesn't mean...see, we don't have a value right now on that tradition. And a lot of times our value is in how many pieces you sell. And I don't think it should be about either or. There's always been a place for entertainers. But when you lose your poets, something very tragic happens because they're the pulse." - -Tori Amos - -MusiquePlus, 10/13/99 - --------------2D9ACE8CA393CA6474539D0F-- ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 14 Feb 2000 08:16:03 -0500 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: Would you be my Valentine?(poem) Hi everyone!! :) *bounces around* How are you all? *sigh* Ohmigosh! Saturday could have only gotten better with divine intervention. It was soo great :) Yeah I danced with one person who I could see clearly didn't wanna dance with me but the next 2 dances were heaven! I'm thinking of asking her to a movie on Friday. If you wanna know details, haha I'm sure Naomi and Courtney are about to kill me for blabbing about her so much already :) I wrote this this morning but I was already thinking of it yesterday. *sigh* I may be single but I'm in heaven..hehe as I said to Naomi, give me a girl to think about and I'm happy(until I find out she has a boyfriend haha). :) Anyhow, Any questions, suggestions, flames, or comments can be sent to me privately if you want :) Also if you don't wanna receive my poems, let me know. Take cares and Have a Great Day!! :o) - -Seth ================================ Would you be my Valentine? by Seth D. Fulmer 2/14/00 I thank you for last night It was more than I could ask You were heaven come to earth for with which I could dance I loved to feel your hair against the skin on my cheek I loved to hear your voice You really made me meek :) I'd like to know your name dear but I'm afraid to ask Heaven might have issues with humans and angels dating With a couple dozen rose petals and a pinch of sage to match I make this place a sanctuary so you and I can meet Dear I'd like it very much if you would be my Valentine a Rose or 12 from me to you and pure heaven from you to me :) ======================================= "You're the reason I believe in Love and you're the answer to my prayers from up above" - -Shania Twain, "From this moment on" ------------------------------ Date: 14 Feb 00 17:59:19 EST From: genben@usa.net Subject: ET: reality i wrote this on the train today going to work strange police beat down with the brutality of sense abusing nature stemming the flow of inherent creativity the tyranny of reality rules with an iron fist over all that challenge through beauty and originality oh, indellible truth whilst thou dictate i mourn the loss of imagination, my greatest ally and slain martyr ____________________________________________________________________ Get free email and a permanent address at http://www.netaddress.com/?N=1 ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 14 Feb 2000 16:07:34 -0800 From: "The Phoenix Princessa" Subject: ET: a song in progress she sits by herself, her arms are her own spends 3 days with daddy, 4 at mom's home says 'i know there's such beauty to live sometimes i'm so weary with nothing to give' then dawn cracks a yolk of light on her skin says 'how can i end i've yet to begin' oh my carsita pixie who glitters in her smile hold on a little while carsita carsita thought a razor could ease some of her pain that thrift store punk dyed her hair again a promise from her lips, she is always true darlin i love you, believe me i do so complex these things that help us survive so simple the joy which we strive did he know what he's throwing away such a breakable girl immeshed in a world blueberry tears wash her each day i know she is strong, she must go on her voice sings high, speaks a low soothe her eyes so open they show all to you it's hard when your friends live so far gone you write and dream and sing all your songs i know you existed for that beautiful guy i guess you were too lovely, he had to fly oh my carsita you're much more than him you've yet to begin carsita carsita - --- "But as the scenery grows, I see in different lights The shades and shadows undulate in my perception My feelings swell and stretch, I see from greater heights I realize what I am now too smart to mention - to you" - -fiona apple get your free gURLmAIL at http://www.gURLmAIL.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 14 Feb 2000 16:18:46 -0800 From: "The Phoenix Princessa" Subject: ET: other try keeping both hands on the wheel, truly i'm just learning how to feel razors didn't cut the way they should i told you i'd love you, i'll stop and i would i've built my walls from flowers in bloom this sky has no breathing room he said people don't change they just become twisted's painful dear, but wild's more fun and i'm telling you i rarely know what to do i can only live and hope we pull through sometimes you need a change of scene life in track housing can be so mean i'm finally headed somewhere, so don't grieve i've got to move on, i've got to leave living's full of so many things sometimes you hurt in what it brings it's complicated but there's much to be and i'm telling you i rarely know what to do i only keep living and hope it pulls through * i have no problem lying it doesn't bother me & i don't care i spit out the words like venom and deposit them into the air it comes easier than he does when he's crawling up my thighs pleasure is one sided bue like i said, i'm good at lies and it's true, i'd only have him if i could rip him into bits cuz that's always what i seem to do without a chance for leather & whips i may as well slide into that label i think it's easier than the rest, than just some lonely bitch on a pier at 6 am thinking of some gray far gone lust you're right, i have slits up my arms he said they'd scare you away he claims it's strange as could be that he could have me quick as day i can't help but laugh at those pretty things i said, i don't go thinking that way but if you want to call me pretty, fine you know next are your hands, so okay some would call me a hypocrite as they dig in with their thorns they think i'm so strong so they toss pinions and scorn but others tell me i'm so sweet as i flinch under that name so i turned from angel to tortured who knows when it'll change again when the mirror is in view it coughs back at me and grins and i know another night of bleeding and mental anguish will begin from love of pain to joy and rain no reason to waste and none not to he said i think you're manic well who determines who's crazy? not you yes i am in love with fear you've finally pinned me down so now you can give me up and go accept your crown i'm a thief of your perceptions i'll stop halfway in your blow who ever said i'm close to perfect? i'm just that girl, i will never know * go ahead and hit me i know you wanted to all along i'm sick of halfway smiles god knows i'm done with being wrong first rip off my wings hold me by the hair i'll lead you stop by step so you can get the most out of ever tear i'm not a saint so you knew it'd pass i'm no pretty flower either, i guess you discovered that last i'm a far cry from helpful so when you're down i walk on by as you stare at me with no sound it was pouring rain when i stopped at the light he was holding a sign and i thought, that's just not right i could have given him something it wouldn't be far gone but instead i left him dripping and cold as i went on and i knew that guitar wouldn't reflect my mind i couldn't help trying i should have tried some other time enough of self-inflicted i know you're behind the door so this time i'll let you grab me and throw me to the floor you can hold me down like all the other girls you told me i was worthless i was living in my own world well now you caught me stumbling along so you can take out your anger they won't find me till you're far gone they call you a slut when you stand all alone i guess corners are only if you want a guy to take you home i said i can be tough and not be found it's not fair that now i learn you're only safe when down no need to struggle anymore you're only safe when down so i guess now i'm safe on the ground and i'm safe when down * love samara xoxoxo that ? angel - --- from way long past - --- "But as the scenery grows, I see in different lights The shades and shadows undulate in my perception My feelings swell and stretch, I see from greater heights I realize what I am now too smart to mention - to you" - -fiona apple get your free gURLmAIL at http://www.gURLmAIL.com ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #55 *********************************