From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #257 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, July 7 2000 Volume 03 : Number 257 * 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: Re: bowling [RedWoodenBeads@aol.com] ET: -Terra Bella- [RJonthego@aol.com] ET: point of no return [RJonthego@aol.com] ET: Untitled as of right now.. ["Sara" ] ET: show me my way. [Naomi ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 6 Jul 2000 00:45:40 EDT From: RedWoodenBeads@aol.com Subject: ET: Re: bowling Hey, me and Naomi went bowling today! at once point she talked on the phone to her bf whom I also got the chance to talk to. Joe ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 6 Jul 2000 03:56:53 EDT From: RJonthego@aol.com Subject: ET: -Terra Bella- - -Terra Bella- my writing is like fireworks. fireworks being shot off in the middle of the ocean by a ship that's going down. To the people who are looking for that kind of a thing - it's a loud and clear cry for help. To others, well, they call the rest of the family out on the front porch to look at the pretty lights. Help. Terra looked at her hand. It was orange. Green in the spots where she hadn't scraped the henna off. my writing is hurting me lately. i've been making excuses not to write. i'm too tired. or i can't find the right pen. but really i think i'm brooding. i'm brooding and i've fallen into that funk and i can't get enough leverage to pull myself out. i won't use the quicksand analogy. i might not be happy. but i want to be original. Bella turned the page. bella. beya. terrrrrra beya. i am beautiful earth. that is what my mother thought anyway. maybe she thought i magically appeared, a gift from mother earth, and she didn't have anything to do with it. i think she'd like that, sometimes. who knows. maybe it's true. i don't feel like i could have ever been a part of her. Terra Bella took off a bracelet that was making writing uncomfortable. i like to pretend i am the earth. my eyes are pieces from where the water and wind meet at the horizon. my hair is birds swirling in brightly colored clouds. my tears are fire that burn holes in those who try to dry them. my body is a beach of sandy skin and dunes. waves of hurt and love crashing on the shores. i come from the earth. i am the earth. beautiful earth. TerraBeya bit the end of her pen. i sometimes worry that i have the initials TB. that i am diseased, poisounous. the earth can be deadly. maybe i am a plant that turns people's stomachs inside out when they eat me. maybe i am an epidemic spreading through the water. maybe i am a germ a killer an invisible killer sent through the air. i worry sometimes, that i am spreading sickness. TerrrrraBella turned her wrist over and stared. i worry a lot i think. more than other people. but other people don't have the weight of the earth on their shoulders. i have the weight everywhere. my shoulders, my back, my arms, even my lips. someone said my eyes are getting darker. i think it's because the earth is getting darker. there isn't enough blue. not enough green. or orange. no one can live right if they're muted. Terra Bella's wrist stung. little children gave me weird looks today. i guess it was the hair. but i thought i could hear them whispering dark things. secrets they wanted to keep from me. i thought how sad it is that kids are so dark now. then i remembered what color my eyes have been turning. so maybe it's everyone. i think the jacaranda's will be maroon this year instead of lavendar. Terra Bella's eyes stung too. my writing is a flare in a dark ocean. it is also a pretty little flash in the sky. i am striving for both. color and help. please. someone find me before the earth grows cold. before the water turns into thick oil. before the sky turns into something smothering . before there are no more colors. before there is just black and white. and then. only black. Terra Bella's eyes closed. Her wrists stopped stinging. And the orange on her hands, slowly faded. ~~~ roya ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 6 Jul 2000 03:27:36 EDT From: RJonthego@aol.com Subject: ET: point of no return *the point of no return* ~for A.L~ your brain just doesn't quite want to wrap around this and her laugh which seems more grown up than before and her squealing which somehow has a deeper tone You have never met the guy who makes her cinderalla story complete but you can picture the prince at his ball like you've seen a thousand times before But this is special because you never expected it not quite like this not quite so soon She's growing up you laugh, you choke You wish she hadn't been so eager you wish she hadn't headed down that path the one you are running from now You have been there and seen the wolves she is seeing the flowers Somewhere at the end is a large knife but who will get cut? ~ only a few months difference which makes us just the same But I play the teenager with dyed hair and loud music shocking you with my colors And you portray the child with your dressups and pastels obliging me with gasps in all of the right places I should have run saved you from myself Before you take on any more of my traits I hate to voice regrets when you are deaf to anything but the birds but I have walked through that door and i know there is no going back. ~~ roya ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 06 Jul 2000 10:05:18 -0700 From: "Sara" Subject: ET: Untitled as of right now.. Okay this is fairly new. I think it is the first poem I've actually tried to rhyme, So I'm sure it needs alot of work, so if you have some advice for me plese don't hesitate to respond. Sorry it is so long. Untitled as of now.. You haven't called and i'm learning to live learning to live learning to live You haven't called and I'm learning to live, live a life without you. A life who's days are not controlled by you. A life of gray for you took my color the day that you went away, And what is my life without color? it is my one strength and I gave it to you or did you steal it? Is that what you do? Steal someones strenth and make it fit? Is your brilliance just a patch work quilt of perfect qualites stolen from those whom they were rightly given and used by you to cloak your inatiquecies? You haven't called and I'm trying to live trying to live trying to live. You haven't called and I'm trying to live live a life without you. A life who's days are not controlled by you. A life without sound for no music can be found if you're not around. and what is my life without music? It is my one obcession and yet I have given control to you or did you invade it? Is that what you do? Send in your troops and make me quit. Divided the temple against itself and make it submit. So it is willing to give its will to you to rule as you see fit Till it is completely unreconizeable to itself and others? You haven't called and I seem to live seem to live seem to live You haven't called and I seem to live, live a life with you. a life who's days are controlled by you. A life without sleep for at night into my dreams you creep And what is my life without sleep? it is my one condonlence and yet I opened the door for you but did you come in gently or push your way throught and fool me with words Is that what you do? Use your talent and my imagination to design a world of you and I in perfection where every single detail has been attended? You haven't called and I cannot live cannot live cannot live You haven't called and I cannot live live a life without you. A life whose days are not controlled by you. A life without thought for by you mine has been caught. and what is my life without thought. It is my one escape yet I showed it to you and you seized it Is that what you do? Steal someone's wit and give them a head full of straw as the stumble around the pricklely pear unaware of their pathetic existance or simply to handicapped to change the situation. - --- Every day we starve while we eat white bread and beer instead of a hand shake or hug. ~Jewel "Little Sister" http://homepages.go.com/~mysteriousraven/door.html *********************************** chickclick.com http://www.chickclick.com girl sites that don't fake it. http://www.chickmail.com sign up for your free email. http://www.chickshops.com boutique shopping from chickclick.com *********************************** ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 6 Jul 2000 12:21:07 -0700 (PDT) From: Naomi Subject: ET: show me my way. no matter how many times, i say those words, they never seem to leave, the edge of my tongue. every moment, my heart whispers: i love you i love you i love you- and the reply comes back to me, unspoken- quickening my pulse, stopping my breath: i love you i love you i love you. ===== "What is Desire? Desire is... complicated. One person always wants the other person more." -VS __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send instant messages & get email alerts with Yahoo! Messenger. http://im.yahoo.com/ ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #257 **********************************