From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #90 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 Tuesday, March 14 2000 Volume 03 : Number 090 * 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: Re: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #89 [The Phoenix Princessa ] ET: poetry? maybe [BRONCOBAND@aol.com] ET: i just borrow this from Vertical Horizon for one second! ["Claudia" <] ET: I wonder if she knows ["Rizioule" ] ET: Dangling Pricariously (and loving it) [Annie ] ET: Scrumptious Sky [Annie ] ET: Side dish (not poetry platter) [Annie ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sun, 12 Mar 2000 21:24:56 -0800 From: The Phoenix Princessa Subject: ET: Re: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #89 i just want to write and say that HOLY COW tara, you are productive. i dont see how you have any time to live any of that with how much you write! awesome :) samara ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 13 Mar 2000 01:09:30 -0500 From: "stephen" Subject: [none] When I think of you I feel safe, taken care of, warm, and happy. You are the only dream I have ever had that is the same when I'm awake as when I'm asleep. To think ... I'm sitting here at my little desk typing on my 8 year old computer to a bunch of people I've never met and one of them is you.. The one person in this whole world, in my whole lifetime, that has made the biggest difference in myself... As my tears fall this very second, I have no words or even thoughts that can express how I feel. I have been no-one in my own mind for 26 years and I never dreamed I would amount to anything I tried to make so many of my dreams come true and they all failed. all except for the dream I never had until a few months ago. It looks like that sunflower stayed up late one night and caught a glimpse of the moon. I love you Anna Claudia ... I can hardly wait to say "hi" your bf, Steve ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 13 Mar 2000 01:58:35 EST From: BRONCOBAND@aol.com Subject: ET: poetry? maybe Just a thought.~~~~~~~Have a good day everyone! Billions of faces - --I am alone. In public places - --I am unknown. Friends in few - --I watch silently. And when there's two - --Not quite as lonely. Sitting alone - --somewhat satisfied. Now I am gone - --how many cried? al o ne . ag a in Laura ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 13 Mar 2000 10:58:49 +0100 From: "Claudia" Subject: ET: i just borrow this from Vertical Horizon for one second! He's everything i want he's everything i need he's everything inside of me that i wish i could be he says all the right things and exactly at the right time and he means everything to me and i do know why. I love you Steve...more than anything in this world. Claudia ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 13 Mar 2000 12:13:42 -0800 From: "Rizioule" Subject: ET: I wonder if she knows I wonder if she knows I'm flirting From the way I hold her eyes. I wonder if she knows I dream of her warmth As we chat about the weather I wonder if she feels the same but dares not to let it show. Does a dream of me, from when she touched my hand, Still burn upon her soul? She catches my eye, and I find myself, unable to turn away. Oh how loudly the silence speaks revealing all of my secrets I wonder if she knows, she's the only one I see in this crowded room. The Music, Writings and Art of Rizioule http://Rizioule.Homestead.com Free Music , 24 Hours A Day ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 13 Mar 2000 16:25:17 -0500 From: Annie Subject: ET: Dangling Pricariously (and loving it) Did you ever hear the story about the girl who thought she was a winged fish? Her lips weren't made for common men, she'd brag. They were made for kissing the fingers of tide Himself. She was no ordinary fish. She couldn't even fathom the ordinary. Her fins were gossamir wings and she'd fly shh-shh, shush over the sea's supple skin. My God, how she flew! Laughing in the face of all the pollution, awkardly graceful as her silvery copper scales caught liquid sunflame in their quiet reflection. The same reflection that was her island. But the most extraordinary thing about her was her capacity to live out of the sea. She was the embodiment of the depth, but did not always need their silence to be her own beauty. `,`,`,`,`,`,`,`,`,`,`,`,`,`, (A "choose your own adventure" poem.} And so I turn into myself again to find seeking the pink my vulnerable of lucious privacy shadow where once I had away from that steel you call Y O U R H A N D S You whisper, you pull, you say I am too strong for your own lips that I am not made to be your Rapunzel and crashed from them to be something so wild I suppose this is all too true Something lingers, deep scarlet satin in me Yet now I am missing the thing you used to offer And I cannot escape this bond of blood you call Wrapped in ragged silk torn; hands empty where once they held Y O U R H E A R T - -Annie ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 13 Mar 2000 16:52:30 -0500 From: Annie Subject: ET: Scrumptious Sky I tasted it first in the space between my fingernails A nervous nip at their solid Hoping to borrow their little strength for just the awkward moment The sugarcane humans became just a little too much to bear and so I flicked my bad attitude at their ski-jump noses So I sunk their battleship And rose to the occasion Hope and Independence between my teeth That was when I saw blue opal My hair then transformed to overturned flame rejoicing on my brow and with auburn tongue licked the sky Mysterious, delicious sky who danced beneath my lips I tasted you and you respected that I did not fear So I plucked your clouds one by one White, fluffy, airy whipped cream wrapping around my tongue Sky in my mouth Cloud in my throat Storm in my belly Rain in my hands You were so much a ballet That I licked my fingers And still craved more - -Annie ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 13 Mar 2000 17:27:16 -0500 From: Annie Subject: ET: Side dish (not poetry platter) Just to so you know, I didn't intend any eroticism for that last post of mine. And just for fun, here's something I did about five minutes ago. I was bored. http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Gallery/1713/starfishgirl.gif - -Annie ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #90 *********************************