From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #106 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 29 2000 Volume 03 : Number 106 * 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: Please do not change(poem) ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ET: I finished my journal...*sniff* [RJonthego@aol.com] ET: curious [BRONCOBAND@aol.com] ET: "lay a whisper on my pillow"-poem [KTLUVSJOE@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Tue, 28 Mar 2000 10:33:06 -0500 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: Please do not change(poem) Hi there...FINALLY last poem :) This one I wrote about a friend on Sunday after I was reminded about a situation last week. I had totally forgotten about it over my trip to Indiana. You know who you are :) I'm finally able to post this poem cuz of time and stuff. Well I'm off to class. Take cares and Have a Fantastic Day! Oh by the way..if any of you are in the Philadelphia area, I'm reading poetry at Drexel's Open Mic night in Creese Cafe Thursday night at around 8PM. If you want like directions around Drexel I can give that and maybe to Drexel but I can't be certain about the directions to Drexel for everything. Anyhow, any questions, comments, et al. will be answered later when I can get to a computer lab and answer them after class. Take cares and Have a Fantastc Day!! :o) -Seth ================================================ Please do not change by Seth D. Fulmer 3-27-00 So many words we left behind You will not tell me anymore I ask you what's wrong you tell me don't worry and that it's nothing I've done Ever since the other day when I told you what happened within that little mind of mine You seem to be distant and on another planet orbiting in another solar system That status has changed dear It will always be, You can't and won't ever be able to change it. I love you as a friend no more, nor any less I don't want a relationship involving favors Whenever I talk to you I do so with the understanding that you won't ever judge, love, or hate me What have I done to you that you now will censor all your thoughts and emotions from me? Please do not change; I don't exactly love you like a boyfriend might love a girlfriend I'd like to really think that I care and respect you with perfect love and trust in a circle ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 28 Mar 2000 12:02:42 EST From: RJonthego@aol.com Subject: ET: I finished my journal...*sniff* What's left after a fire that's destroyed your life? Is it futile to sift through the ashes for remnants of before or a hot coal to blow on and take care of you too? What's left at the stake after burning? I would clean it up but I'd never get the ashes out of my hair. Your jacket smells of smoke and my wrist like flamecherries and you burned a hole through my heart with your eyes. The smoke blew away and there was nothing left. ~~ I don't want to write I just want to sit here glowing See what you make me do? You made me happy. Whoooosh goes the writing down the drain My inspiration is born of misery My choppy sentences and doodles in the margins ALl point to teh fact that i am too happy to do anything but glow. ~~ It's gray again today With that maddening dripdripdrip that seeps into my veins until I can't see My perspective clouds My vision dims with these everlasting headaches These always-returning heartbreaks that I hold onto about as tight as I could hug a cloud, to fill my paper with gray and maddening dripdripdrips. ~~ ~1000 Oceans~ I have one thousand oceans reflected in my eyes and the shattered disco ball and the sunglasses mirroring away from your eyes I have one hundred thousand wishing stars flying in my never-ending skye I have ten soft clouds and ten birds chasing the rain away. I have two sunsets one in each of your eyes I have one heart melting into the pools of light and my oceans, my hundreds of oceans washing cold and shvering making my wings look bedraggled I have hundreds of oceans Washing salty and tangy Rejuvenating and life bringing over my head into my eyes. Stinging and sputtering but laughing and loving. I have one thousand oceans reflected in your eyes. ~~ will your love leave marks on my skin? if you sliced open my heart i'm sure you'd find something left behind from your hand squeezing But a wanted scar more welcome than those on my arm. ~~ Chasing waves onto the beach chasing waves out to sea chasing waves into your arms as they crash and pour over my head but you hold me up while I sputter and laugh, even when the little cuts sting before they turn into white scares. Chasing flames into the night air, chasing flames into your eyes, trying to expand my vision and narrow yours so the fire doesn't go out. In a study of contradictions, ocean water lights the match. Chasing waves, chasing flames, stay where I know I don't need to chase you too. ~~ We are flashing, my sister-star and I. Head of the night life, we are shining. Bright wishes and rainbow streaks. Dreams of the moon and white pearl light. You were way beyond the pale but I held you. I was turning black and you brightened me. Falling stars, spinning-out-of- reach stars. Shooting stars we were going down. But after every night comes the dawn. We'll wink, getting softer. And we'll rest. But we'll always be there, flashing. My sister-star and I. ~~ (this one is written from collage pieces I cut from magazines) It's a matter of trust, but we are protected you're a lonely, empty, open heart For me, there's only one. Blind, obsessed, available. Shouldn't be taken for granted He's in love, he'd be lost without you Must you forgive? But you're oh-so-empty Just another lonely, isolated, big-on-heart The colors of love are shades of purple (like bruises on your neck) they say love is blind, Is that why you can't see my scars? ~~ My sun is farther away than yours but my wishing stars are closer And might time dark time dream time has showed me its wonders. But even though I know firsthand the smell of lavender in the dark, and I prowl in moonlight, The voices outside my window scare me And I shiver when I'm alone. Although I know that day will come, tonight I'm a dark ladye Even if my colors will pale with the dawn And in the afternoon, I'll raise my face to the warmth of the sun I can never look at it directly without blinding myself. But eyesight doesn't matter in the dark I can feel the moon slit my throat without vision. And I'll go mad, if I fall asleep tonight. But what does it matter. Starshine was always closer to me than the sun. ~~ that's all for now... royaboya ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 28 Mar 2000 15:42:09 EST From: BRONCOBAND@aol.com Subject: ET: curious Today my next door neighbor died unexpectedly...I'm not even sure of what. I was not extremely close to her, but it is still sad and things such as this always give birth to thinking about life, etc. I know death is or can be a very emotional subject for some, but I am curious to hear different people's poems about the death of a loved one, or anything...perpectives on death, the fear of it, anything...I just want to hear what ya'll have to say about it, so *post away.* Thanks Laura ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 28 Mar 2000 22:36:12 EST From: KTLUVSJOE@aol.com Subject: ET: "lay a whisper on my pillow"-poem "Lay a whisper on my pillow. Sprinkle kisses in my tears. Tell me about your dreams. I'm so fond of you now. Lay a whisper on my pillow. brush love-dust on my cheek. Hold me just a little closer now, as i weep. When I close my eyes I can still see you there. A silhouette in the moonlight. Perfect smile, perfect eyes, perfect hair. But youve ascended into the wind. And only your spirit remains here, to keep me company." Questions and comments are welcome. -Kat. ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #106 **********************************