From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #98 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, March 22 2000 Volume 03 : Number 098 * 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: more poems [RJonthego@aol.com] ET: in the rain [genben@usa.net] ET: happy world poh-etry day :) [shivergirl ] ET: swedish version :) [shivergirl ] ET: new poem ["Claudia" ] ET: Life-rays [kara garbe ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Tue, 21 Mar 2000 02:05:23 EST From: RJonthego@aol.com Subject: ET: more poems I needed you then in the time between my fac burning and the tear falling I needed you while you weren't here and those who were made me needy. I needed you here to shield the blows at my body to deflect the barbs of hurt to protect me from fire and hypocrisy. I needed you then while I was wishing you would need me. I need you for you, I need you for me. ~~ I want to tell you why I am like this why I am selfish demanding insecure I want to tell you the magic words and suddenly we'll have a deep understanding Instead I make a quick dart with my tongue and you stomp so my venomous self recoils back into my own selfish thoughtless my garden of words dying in the winter of your compassion. I want to tell you what I am thinking underground in the cold. But I haven't yet found the magical words To let springtime bloom. ~~ do you ever care that i get lonely? i am not even sure who you are anymore your voice changes like the color of your eyes. i am lonely for one, lonely for two lonely without you. not liking this unsure feeling of wondering just who you've become i am lonely for then lonely for when lonely for the certainty of knowing that you care when i am lonely. ~~ fair weather friend i have wanted to write how you see everything through yellow- tinted eyes. how the world is a smile, and every down has it's up. you were my fair weather friend and then the storm. and i clung to you like you were a raft and i wanted your jacket but all i could smell was death. you retreated with flags at half mast and i wanted to swim away from the rats. no friend were you, fair weather. but through the blue haze your yellow shone green and i was told the story of spring again for the first time. you were my friend in stormy shaking weather, even if you preferred the yellow glow. all-weather friend, i have wanted for so long to tell you that my eyes are glowing green. again. for the first time. ~~~ royaboya ------------------------------ Date: 21 Mar 00 12:54:40 EST From: genben@usa.net Subject: ET: in the rain 'and it's not so much the drinking' she said as i humbly sipped away 'but more your general malaise, the melancholy i thought i could cure in you' and as i, her project, stared up at her pathetic look and all, longing showing through the worn out defense mechanism, she had nothing more to say, and left me for the rain... **** specifically feeling special on a drowsy, lousy day with the rain and the wind and the cars and the feeling and who knows how long it will go on this march but i keep wondering if one day, on a pretty september morn, i will wake up to find you back here again **** i can't feel bad for the white-collar criminal the devil in the flesh who takes what isn't his and makes it what isn't mine the man has run out of plans and the worker is canned for the audacity to demand that he get what's coming to him while the big boss man sits on his can and takes ALL THE FUCKING MONEY for himself i can't feel bad ______________fin wow, it's really raining hard, ben ____________________________________________________________________ Get free email and a permanent address at http://www.netaddress.com/?N=1 ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 21 Mar 2000 15:32:51 -0500 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: happy world poh-etry day :) hey angels. didn't know it was, meself, til i cracked open the paper..anyways, here's one of my faves (ironically enough),from one of my faves (whose uncensored letters&journal entries are bein released for the first time soon!). :) enjoy&never stop scribbling, ~shiv :) + stillborn by sylvia plath these poems do not live: it's a sad diagnosis. they grew their little toes and fingers well enough, their little foreheads bulged with concentration. if they missed out on walking about like people it wasn't for any lack of mother-love. o i cannot understand what happened to them! they are proper in shape and number and every part. they sit so nicely in the pickling fluid! they smile and smile and smile and smile at me. and still the lungs won't fill and the heart won't start. they are not pigs, they are not even fish, though they have a piggy and a fishy air-- it would be better if they were alive, and that's what they were. but they are dead, and their mother near dead with distraction, and they stupidly stare, and do not speak of her. - --27 june 1960 ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 21 Mar 2000 15:43:02 -0500 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: swedish version :) ~madrid~ by rebecka tornqvist (album: a night like this) this starry bright night when i'm doing my usual stroll i guess all i'll get from this childish game is a cold but your window's still lit up, i'll wait here and see if i might catch a glimpse of that shadow that keeps haunting me the moon's big and bright and he's quietly watching the scene of the girl with her heart in her hands and he knows what it means: that it's springtime again, and the foolish are thriving this is no time for reason, and probably no time for love give me no answer, give me no truth just give that the light won't go out and i'll be quite content, and indulge in the scent from the lilacs, who kindly are telling me not to despair ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 21 Mar 2000 22:26:43 +0100 From: "Claudia" Subject: ET: new poem A million daisies wave in the wind and i feel lost in this feeling. I feel my hair blowing in the sky, i feel light, i feel high. Every breath i take fills my soul with a new emotion. My eyes are different my skin is naked for the first time my mind finally cherishes the sweet waves i've never perceived. Wind wind wind blows blows blows and sweeps away my broken chains, my shattered dreams. I'm breathing a new life, i'm tasting a new love, i'm spreading my new wings. ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 21 Mar 2000 23:31:01 -0500 (Eastern Standard Time) From: kara garbe Subject: ET: Life-rays Life-rays A silver band coils around her left ring finger, as though she thinks it doesn't reveal the secret desire for a marriage that friends and parents say they're too young to want. At a party, they stand only feet apart, leaving just enough room for someone to slide through on the way in or out. But nobody wants to. Like two distant stars whose light is distinct, when you get close enough you feel how each sun's rays stretch out to the molten core of the other, heat the only proof of what you've stepped between. They fall in love because they need to believe there's more to life than being trapped inside their own skin, single bodies that are never enough. A thin band of metal is all she knows is real. You cannot tell her otherwise. When you try to, her small dark eyes, so brown they could be black, grab thin pinpoints of light, soften at the edges, pity you for your misunderstanding. You don't have what she has - another fire to keep you alive in case your own should ever burn out. Kara Garbe 3.21.00 ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #98 *********************************