From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #108 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 Friday, March 31 2000 Volume 03 : Number 108 * 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: The final good bye(poem) ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ET: some thoutless words [Katherine Alexandra ] ET: Untitled poem [Seth Fulmer ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 30 Mar 2000 00:14:24 -0500 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: The final good bye(poem) Hey everyone, I am writing this before I go to bed. I looked on a friend's AOL IM info and it said something about a final farewell which made me think...about that and the situation with that person. Here is a poem for your perusal. Comments, Questions, et al. are welcome. If you don't want to receive my poetry, I don't have to send it. Tell me and I will remove you. Take cares and Have a Great Day!! :o) -Seth ================================ The final good bye by Seth D. Fulmer 3-30-00 The final good bye and the final farewell You were a good friend until you took a fall into the depths of the abyss where you lay You won't ask for help for you think I'll be slain I am not hurt so easily May you learn that at last But if you think I'll be hurt Maybe it's better I leave ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 29 Mar 2000 23:25:13 -0800 (PST) From: Katherine Alexandra Subject: ET: some thoutless words SPEAKING TO AN EX WITHOUT GRACE these bitter lies are coming back to me they are flooding into my life and there is nothing i can do except hide from this i want to hide from you please don't come back in here (i'm hiding under a table) i can't handle the way things were and here you are, telling me how you remember when i gave you my number, my heart, my life (i'm hiding under a blanket) **you grab onto my hands** please go..please leave..please... i'm wise enough to know (naive enough to forget) that once you give somenoe your heart your life, your number you will never get it back again and if by chance you do, you wont want it anymore please go...go back..why are you coming into my life? (i'm hiding under my skin) leave me alone. MY HATRED OF A NICE GIRL NAMED CATHY her flame of red hair fasinates me. it's beautiful. she giggles and blushes and trains men to love her. she can make any man speak of her for hours she entered his life over 2 years ago but no one forgets when cathy says hello i want to rub honey all over her and let red ants eat her up (if only she lived in florida). i want her to be in pain for hurting him i want him to forget how pretty her smile is she judges me without ever even seeing me she breaks me down to bits and pieces. i want her to go away, i fear that he loves that flame of red hair i fear that he still finds cathy wonderful graceful, beautiful, magical i want to shake him tell him what he knows is true she has slept with over 56 men! she is no good! she lies! she likes dawson creek! she wears sparkles! she is my opposite, everything i wish i could be with long hair and pretty nails she leaves the men broken, while i do the mending. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Talk to your friends online with Yahoo! Messenger. http://im.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: 30 Mar 00 10:13:18 CST From: Naomi Vaughn Subject: ET: just a little touch... ~Envy~ I've always loved my green eyes, I just never saw their curse -- the spidery vines crawling over my skin: wriggling, longing for something to attach to -- the blazing green burning in my gut. I don't know that I've always been this leafy thing, but now I'm raw and blistered... my swollen roots setting off to find new land, attaching to the wind: ripping me, throwing me, pulling me, smashing me -- forever green. "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 ____________________________________________________________________ Get your own FREE, personal Netscape WebMail account today at http://webmail.netscape.com. ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 30 Mar 2000 19:27:05 -0500 (EST) From: Seth Fulmer Subject: ET: Untitled poem Hey there :) Tonight I was at the free Newman dinner and I saw Mary Kay(of course). I sorta thought it would be a good evening and it was. I wasn't affected by her(per se)...but I left of course at 6:30 and was watching the Simpsons and like right before the end, I see Brian...The guy who took(well, ok..maybe I'm a bit rough there) Mary Kay and he says "Hi Seth"..Thing is I didn't see him and just said "hi" as a reflex reaction. Then I saw him and was like "fine"(blunt affect) when he asked how I was. I hope he's at the poetry reading tonight. I will even be reading my poem "To Mary Kay" but not reading her name(I'm changing "Kay" to "Beth"). Anyhow, I wrote this after he said Hi to me...I'll read it tonight. Comments, Questions, Flames, and Suggestions are very welcome(even though it'll be after I read it), yet not necessary. Take cares and Have a Fantastic Day! :o) -Seth ==================================== Untitled By Seth D. Fulmer 3-30-00 I want to rip his little white face From his ugly head on his tall body When I think of him kissing her He makes me just vomit And stick a revolver to my ear The bathroom looks promising now Yes indeed it does I hated it when he said "Hi" to me I wanted to just kill him And flush him down the drain And let the sewer take away my guilt The bastard, The betrayer, The master of deceit This man can play friend To the best of them But whenever you're not looking He is not waiting For the right kind of moment to strike Hell has its many forms I have mine too Really don't mess with me I know Kung Fu Really I don't I just like saying it But when I get pissed off Even God Himself fears me ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #108 **********************************