From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #97 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 21 2000 Volume 03 : Number 097 * 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: it's a mad mission [Naomi Vaughn ] ET: latest po-em session [RJonthego@aol.com] ET: a poem for your amusement [KTLUVSJOE@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: 19 Mar 00 22:59:44 CST From: Naomi Vaughn Subject: ET: it's a mad mission I'm a clumsy type but you always saw grace and beauty where others saw none. - -- I guess the difference between us is I don't love you because, which may as well mean sometimes, I just love you... today, yesterday, & tomorrow, no matter what, *because* I know no other way, than this. - -- Imagine that : she loves you all day, & night, too, & you want her... then & now, & maybe even later. Hey, if that ain't love... - -- I will love everyone, even her, because I am humane... but that's where it stops -- I listen only to those who listen to me, I am considerate only of those who are considerate of me, I confide & trust only those who don't betray me... do it once, and you have a long road before you. I am protective of those dear to me. You hurt them, you hurt me, and I am not tollerant of being hurt... not anymore. My scars have made me weary, but not weak -- I am loyal and keep my friends close. It's not a position you can walk in & out of... when left cold, it dies, and I don't hand out second chances like I do change. - -- I think I understand now why you couldn't like him as long as he had me - cause if he ever decided he wanted you... I think I'd kill him - I love you that much. "And when somebody knows you well / well there's no comfort like that / and when somebody needs you / well there's no drug like that" ~Heather Nova ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 20 Mar 2000 14:53:40 EST From: RJonthego@aol.com Subject: ET: latest po-em session feel something some body hurt me and now I can't feel something stung somebody stabbed now I'm dead I'm dying feeling nothing. ~~ plots Betrayal voice some whispered lies lost love learn loose hurt heal scar open heart hurt lies lost gone. ~~ disappearing without lights to see myself by without a stage to dance on sing on where everyone will watch and listen disappearing in the wings fading into the set without lights to see myself by I might as well be in the audience and I hate sitting and watching and disappearing. ~~ I Break Easily But it's not all about you I help things along I bleed I crawl I trip I fall But don't give yourself all the credit that's what I was afraid would happen But I was convinced to lay my neck on the block I was persuaded to stand on the edge of the cliff I jumped the same time you pushed Don't take all the credit but either way, I fell. ~~ What? You don't find this funny? I think it's terribly amusing I'm laughing (note to self: be more convincing) Ignore the wetness in my eyes Really...it's funny, Go away while I can still pretend before tears start dripping and my laughter catches You don't find this amusing? (that's funny. Neither do I.) ~~ You were a green boy a rockin' rollin' squeezin' smilin' green eye boy. But you were also red and I didn't notice And I didn't see the black, then. Now you're a hidden rainbow boy. Too far away for me to tell what color your eyes are. ~~ every time i finally convince myself that i don't care someone says your name. and there i go again. ~~ scars can't heal if they keep getting re-opened. i could forget you if you would stop calling my friends. ~~ If i was blind - or at least colorblind - your eyes wouldn't have that affect on me. if i was deaf i wouldn't have to hear your voice or her's when she talks about you. if i couldn't smell i wouldn't care about your shirt if i couldn't feel i could ignore you when you're close. if i couldn't think, things would be so much simpler. if i couldn't remember, i wouldn't be able to regret whatever it was that was lost. ~~ and boy number one chose girl number two but girl number three was ignored and boy number one didn't realize what he'd done he'd hurt girl number three to her core. and boy number two and girl number one started out floating and flying but girl number one started to get glum and suddenly talked about dying. so jack and jill took a walk up the hill to get away from it all number one said he was done, and jill had a mighty long fall. ~~~ royaboya "i can go to the land of make believe, and i can pretend, but in the end i still have no friends" (something like that anyway) Bloodhound gang ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 20 Mar 2000 23:27:33 EST From: KTLUVSJOE@aol.com Subject: ET: a poem for your amusement I broke it. I'm sorry. forgive me. It wasnt working like we planned. I'm sorry you dont understand. This is the way it has to be. After 2 and a half gueling years of heartache, the pain got too strong for one lonely soul to bear. After 2 and a half years of being together, is it really time to move on? Or should we hold on to the better things that kept us alive for so long? Is it all drawn out? Are we too scared? We should see what we need to find out if its really there. Emptiness is a hollowed out soul with pain as the knife that drives the happiness away. Keep me close. Dont let me go. Remember our love as a strong flame, that may waiver but never burn out. comments/questions welcome -Kat ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #97 *********************************