From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #246 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 Monday, June 26 2000 Volume 03 : Number 246 * 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: YES, I am alive... [SectionTeenager ] ET: just trying to get myself home. [Naomi ] ET: Glacial Lament [Nondescript ] ET: =?iso-8859-1?Q?Interpr=E9tation?= entre les lignes [Nondescript ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sat, 24 Jun 2000 22:46:10 -0700 (PDT) From: SectionTeenager Subject: ET: YES, I am alive... Hello all~ Yes I am still alive I just havent been writting on here cause I have been thinking and writting. :) Then here are my poem ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Boys strange little species unaware of what goes on on the inside of a girls mind... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I try to ignore the media telling me to be thin and to go buy these certain clothes. I am drawn in to this beauty that I have believed to be beautiful I have tried to do the eating disorder but i could not be that strong. In my Pajamas I am told I am beautifuk yet I only see the ugly girl in the mirror ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It is MOnday 1st Period and I already feel like shit I feel like bleeding like apart of me us alseep or dead even in my favorite class english aye me ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ black and yello shoe laces just like a black and white world as my teacher talks talking of discrimnination Holly :) ===== "Most people are alive only because it is illegal to shoot them. It's 106 miles to Chicago, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark and we're wearing sunglasses. Hit it." - -Blues Brothers Friends help you move. Real friends help you move bodies __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get Yahoo! Mail - Free email you can access from anywhere! http://mail.yahoo.com/ ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 25 Jun 2000 13:27:05 -0700 (PDT) From: Naomi Subject: ET: just trying to get myself home. these are all from early this month. comments are nice. love, nai - --- you love her w/ as much passion as you can feel for a blind, yielding, soft, conflict-free being she'll worship you, adore you, but she'll never challenge you and so how will you ever grow? feed off her passion to keep your drive going but that will not last forever and one day you will wake, both of you unchanged, 10's of 20's of years from now, and you will say to yourself: what have I done? - -- I need the affections of many one man cannot sustain me a variety of smiles & pet names & memories & hello's & goodbyes I need their love as a whole singularly they leave me wanting - -- i'd love to kiss his young unpressed face those blazing eyes, I want to be their focus want to remember his embrace and sweet words my dear angel. forbidden touch. misunderstood dream. I love you in a way new to me. the way of a curious explorer, wishing to navigate your soul and discover your being. they'll say i'm crazy, but your whisper drowns out the crowd and revives my spirit. - -- I'll be the one left, shells shattered behind i'll be the one w/ 10 names tatooed on her ass the one w/ boxes of old love letters, dried flowers the one w/ a hundred memories but no one to hold her hand. - -- i'm writing this to tell you I love you and that I always will I miss you, but hold our memories dear - thank you for leaving them for me thank you for every kiss, every hug (even those you didn't want to give) and I thank you for being my first dream realized. so you go your way, i'll go mine and drop me a hello every now and then and on those quiet nights w/o your new love, remember our daydreams... and think of that girl you knew once, how it didn't work out... but how we had our good times, our sweet dreams. - -- I love them all- why must I choose? I want them all. the youth, the flirt, the rep, the cowboy. each able to touch that spot in me, each able to drive me wild. - -- are we all ordinary? is it all just an attempt at something that can't be achieved? no such thing as beauty when we all see what we want no such thing as amazing cause baby it's all been done. ===== "What is Desire? Desire is... complicated. One person always wants the other person more." -VS __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get Yahoo! Mail - Free email you can access from anywhere! http://mail.yahoo.com/ ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 25 Jun 2000 19:11:11 -0400 From: Nondescript Subject: ET: Glacial Lament How do you underestimate the heavens? You grant them neglect, torment them by turning away. Blind, or just naive? You shall see, my prince-- I am neither of these. So go to that siren. This is the apathy of ages. Was I mistaken in believing you to be the horror I lack? Was I as equally betrayed as you shall be when you snap awake, sweating and breathless, bound to your bed of needles? Comprehension never dared venture this far. Not to the promise of some saint intangible, never beyond the evening star. So give me your shoulders-- icebergs, both of them!-- and I shall pour ocean water from my clouds, grey, aching, bloodshot. Crawling away, not unscathed, back to my own set of demons. ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 25 Jun 2000 19:58:45 -0400 From: Nondescript Subject: ET: =?iso-8859-1?Q?Interpr=E9tation?= entre les lignes You are a ruby vessel down the line, past the diamond mine and swallowing livid veins of gold. a shimmering piece of dew with the potential to play mind games with the celestial comets. a wedding ring, perfect and too circular- the circumference could harbor Venice, and so you must instead settle for Rome. a wind over Gibraltar, ever moving yet constant as a hope, caught in my hair on Sundays. the way I felt when I abandoned myself for a riptide-- a greater good, a drowning in the current. You must never doubt that in your hands lies the decision to pillage all the hope of seasons, or to create wholly splendid decadences for a god. - -Annie - -I don't recall if I already sent this or not.- ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 25 Jun 2000 22:28:06 -0400 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: ~commitments~ + avoid contact/i can do that/ encourage my feelings/to make way/ move away/into a place/where this won't be/ a really bad situation/where i'm weary/ of even contemplating/of responding/ to what i used to believe/was your/ flattering attention + keeping a keeper/instead/paging him/ good-night/instead/before we go/ to bed/no more/counting sheep/ to sleep/because i can count/ on him/instead + layers and subtlties/interwoven/with the strength/ of spider-silk/like steel/around my wrists/ he presents the/tell-me-anything/arguement/ and it's hard/to resist/not to/let him/into every room/ divest of all/my secrets/so he can tell me/ what it is/i was meant to do ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #246 **********************************