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Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: Four Nights Since [RJonthego@aol.com] ET: lip-tasted in random states of misery [Mango Ara ] ET: hi [Mango Ara ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Mon, 24 Jul 2000 00:28:39 EDT From: RJonthego@aol.com Subject: ET: Four Nights Since It's been only four nights since, and I am already returning to normalcy. The lies I tell about the marks on my skin are pronounced so quickly and so promptly I almost believe them myself. I am doubting that I ever had the passion to hold fire to my arm. No wonder no one can figure me out. When my mood swings, it swings so efficiently I don't even remember where I was last. Only four days since and it feels like a lifetime. Which is how long the brightly lit lies on my skin will last. Normalcy has turned into holding my arm close to my side, doing everything right handed, averting attention from my left arm. Being overly happy outwardly so no one will believe what they see. Normalcy has turned into conditioning my mind to come up with lightning fast excuses. It's been four days only, and already, I've gotten used to normalcy. roya "everyone that burns has to learn from the pain" (l. b.) ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 24 Jul 2000 09:29:38 -0700 From: Mango Ara Subject: ET: lip-tasted in random states of misery i can't write in a straight line, so i write crooked, just to disguise it i cover up my words with gel pens and pictures, i hide the fact that i have no new words left to say and nothing all that new has happened today, just occasional hope for a few good things i have, just the random state of misery at all the usual things jean-pressed against the ceramic wall of a building somewhere somehow out of bounds from the everyday living heart-raced lip-tasted pulse-fading upbraiding the only thing that's left, some scattered flyers and blowing bags and a random homeless old man, biting sea breeze breathing of freedoms untouchable someodd miles gone, some nailpolish bottles left under a bench lip-biting tear-fighting hand-writing ink on skin instead of adding to the pavement, painting the little blue bluebells on the wall the top of being jean-pressed tight-dressed is that you are the world's candy, and all alone. ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 24 Jul 2000 18:11:27 -0400 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: Fallen Angel(poem) Hey everyone :) I was just thinking about stuff and watching City of Angels. God that movie rocks!! Steph, we should watch that together sometime :) Anyhow, like...Comments and all that jazz are welcome but not required..and if you don't want to receive my poems, let me know politely please and you will be removed without complaint. Take cares and Have a Fantastic Day!! :o) -Seth "When they ask what I liked most, I'll tell them it was you"(City of Angels) ================================================ Fallen Angel by Seth D. Fulmer 7/24/00 So many souls helping me out Picking me up, dusting me off, and standing me on solid ground I really wish I hadn't lost my wings I don't know when it happened I fell straight down one day Landing and cracking my skull My brain oozed out, my wings fell off and Humanity is where I am now I am just a lowly mortal I think though that I love it I've found so many mortal pleasures like kisses and hugs and holding hands Walking along the road one day I found an angel dear to me She may not have had any wings on her but her halo shines from far away Seeing my beauty from deep within I wish I could see it, I'd die just to feel it I'd pay someone for wings just for a day for even a few hours at most Just so I could fly to where she lives deep in my heart, so she can heal it I love her, she's an angel But what did I ever do wrong? That one day I did find myself naked and cold as a simple human I try to be a gentleman, and a person of good character I'd never cheat or betray someone or even insult their personality I try to be nice to everyone and help people even before myself I'd give anyone a hug just to feel good about themselves for a day or a month My life I give to you to just be an angel You can take all I have my love Please make me feel all beautiful Just like you appear to my dreams and how you make my eyes weep heavily from tears of joy of seeing you I wish I could do things for you and make your path paved of gold or even carry you down in a gown of bright light to make you feel grand and at home I hate being only a mortal; Please let me help you out I love you and want to make your life special I give you my heart; You're my soulmate. ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 24 Jul 2000 20:52:14 -0700 From: Mango Ara Subject: ET: hi i just wanted to say hi and i also wanted to say something else. i know i can't really seem to write anymore and i'm not much good anymore. but i happen to be extremely depressed right now and i am on the brink of losing it, and today somebody wrote me and simply said "your poem sucks". they might not have realized it but they had terrible timing. in addition, i'd like to ask that if someone doesn't have constructive criticism and simply writes to bash, do me a favor and stay away from me. i'll stop now before i completely lash out at someone, so in the meantime, i love the rest of you--- samara ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #276 **********************************