From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #188 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 Saturday, May 6 2000 Volume 03 : Number 188 * 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: this boy can go to hell... [Mango Ara ] ET: The Woman of my dreams(poem) ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 05 May 2000 11:59:15 -0700 From: Mango Ara Subject: ET: this boy can go to hell... you would like to hurt me wouldn't you you couldn't stand hearing that i was trying to be happy you would prefer me to wear it out you couldn't stand thinking that i might smile you would like to make me cry again you would like it if i cared the more quivering beneath your grasp all our games, they're so half assed you would like to have your woman, and me to have only friends you wanted one thing and said something else and you'd like to be the only one who gets you knew well that all doesn't mean a thing you just can't stand the thought of change as long as you could play along when i would cut myself open for you you threw lust into love and said that all that love was for me, while you gave it all to her, and expected me to care, but expected me not to care, and told me i should do the same but then when that time came you said you can't take it, anymore you think you're in such pain you never cared much when i was downfallen and sore, but if i live my life you can't take it anymore you asked for forever but you knew it couldn't stay you could shape me to your needs so warm so sweet when you stepped on me too deep, so cold so cruel if i might have tried to leave, and you would cry that i would lie if i said i was in pain you'd never hurt me you said but you'd like to see me cry again you couldn't stand it when i said i did other things and this time you're the one who tried to carve the deepest cut but it wasn't into you now, it was into me, cause you just couldn't stand to see that i might not love you like i did you couldn't stand to think that i might have grown away you just couldn't stand to see that i don't care like you cared for me or as much as you pretended you can't stand to think i'm not in the pain you pretend to be and if it's true, then you shouldn't have your whole life revolving around me yes i know, that causes hurt but when i tried you didn't, when i fell you cussed under your breath and you just can't stand to see that you don't have a hold on me so you thought that this time you could do it all again, but you couldn't even if you tried you can't stand thinking that i didn't cry you can't stand to see me loving someone else well all that time of my blood for you you were licking up and down someone else and you know i cared for who you were but you didn't care enough to let me live again so don't know me, you couldn't stand to see that someone else cares so much more about me - -- thank you for turning on the light, thank you, now you're the parasite. i didn't think you had it in you-- now you're looking like i used to. - -no doubt Diva-to-be ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 05 May 2000 15:23:43 -0400 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: The Woman of my dreams(poem) Hey there, I was talking to my one friend today and how I haven't really been "dreaming" the normal romantic dreams I had been for a while. They're messed up lol :) But like I then wrote this poem. If you don't wanna receive it..just lemme know. Take care peoples. Have a Fantastic Day! :o) - -Seth ================================================ The Woman of my dreams by Seth D. Fulmer 5-5-00 The woman of my dreams is a woman indeed She would always come readily at night I could never wait for night I'd take naps with the hope that she'd make her presence known to me there and then She was not a simple girl, could spar mentally with a goddess Everytime I did meet her though she had the energy of a child She would never curse or swear and she never had bad hair It was never her time of the month and she would always call me "love" Every night was special because she was always there Whenever I missed a night though I knew it because I missed her Her name I called Deana although she never spoke loud The image of her lovely face was engraved in every place I never see her or feel her touch I feel as if I am missing something She may not exist as you or I but somehow though she lived inside me ------------------------------ Date: 5 May 00 15:41:29 EDT From: genben@usa.net Subject: ET: where is my love? i tried to find my love today i searched high and low for something that will make me ache and quiver at the thought of skin brushing on mine i looked in your eyes to find something that warmed my belly and made my heart dance i tried to see your soul and came back without a glance i tried to look in to myself to find my one desire and find the thing that mattered to me and made me write pages and pages of verse about love and flowers and birdies chirping in the trees i'm not really too good at that, though ____________________________________________________________________ Get free email and a permanent address at http://www.netaddress.com/?N=1 ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 06 May 2000 02:56:48 +0200 From: "Dr. RomeAntic" Subject: Re: ET: Farewell Well I'm 22 and I can count on the fingers of my right hand the times I drank a glass of beer or champagne... and never less than 6 months apart... needless to say I don't smoke, do dugs, drink cofee etc... I decided that I want to be in control of my behaviour as much as possible which isn't that easy even when I'm sober so I stay away from that stuff... Imagine winning the national junior basketball championship and be with all these delirious celebrating teens who all drink. The pressure was huge (it was the only time I drank the glass of champagne - totally not enjoying it - and it was the last time I was pressured into that sort of thing) but I fought through the mockery and I'm proud of myself for being that strong. And I don't have any bad experience with drinking even in family... sure I seen my unckles drunk... one even scares me enough to know I'm not gonna be a father who likes to drink too much and is likely to get upset and hit.... but there never was any real problem or tragedy. I don't drink because I don't like alcohol. I just don't enjoy the taste and stuff... so it would be really stupid to drink because others do - even though I dislike the taste... I rather drink orange juice and really enjoy that glass... no matter how many weird looks or comments I get. It gets easier now that I'm older... my will is stronger and my peers are wiser + many drive and are smart enough to know not to even smell alcohol. However in the last couple of years things have slightly changed... I do drink a glass of beer - like twice a year... on special occasions... I don't really know why... except perhaps that I want to do something different or special say for my birthday... and also cause it lasts me longer... 30-60 minutes... while I can down juice and stuff in seconds! :)))) Nevertheless I still consider myself a non drinker... a hypocrite?? That's your decision... I don't have a problem with that! I would also like to protest against the fact that only water is cheaper than beer! And you guys are to blame! :)))))) Why did I write all that??? I don't know... I guess just to show stephen that people with similar problems exsist everywhere. And I'm nothing special... there are plenty of people like us... People many times use drugs in one form or another so they could loosen up, have fun... Well I realized I can party and have awesome time simply on water and that's when I knew I have absolutely no reason to dive into that area... - -- Have fun and stay beautiful Dr. RomeAntic, an angel with the worst stroke of luck and a flash of revelation "Every time you look at me and smile I'm falling just a little I can't tell between my heart and mind I'm somewhere in the middle" Nine Sky Wonder Catch Dr. RomeAntic's outdated cyber image @ http://www.geocities.com/Paris/Metro/2009 "Maggie, the 17th Squid" wrote: > I'm pretty much a lurker on this list, I rarely post my poems (even though > that's what I re-joined to do :) and almost never reply in a discussion. > I just wanted to say that I'm 15. I'm straightedge. Just about all of my > friends either smoke, drink, smoke bud, or worse. I am the only person in a > large group of people that doesn't do any of this. As a matter of fact, 95% > of the 800 kids at my high school have tried pot. 83% are currently using > regularly. (survey by the Astor Post of all AHS students taken in > November)...I know how hard it is to be the different one. ~I'm~ the one > that passes on taking a hit from the bong. I'm the one who turns down the > beer. I'm the one that says "naw, thanks" when offered a puff off of a > cigarette. I want to sometimes. I miss smoking, and parties. BUT I know how > bad this crap could mess me up. I don't need it. I'm stronger than that. > I've made this descision because my mom was a crank/acid/pot/worse user up > until _after_ I was born. My dad's an alcoholic (and not in my life anymore; > he probably uses worse). I don't want to take the chance of not being able > to stop. I don't need that shit to make me a better person. > > Stephen, I hope you were just fishing for protests when you wrote that part > of your message... > > Love...yourself, life, and the world (sometimes, anyway). > Maggie ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #188 **********************************