From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #310 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, September 2 2000 Volume 03 : Number 310 * 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: ~nebula~ [shivergirl ] ET: What did I do wrong?(poem) ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ET: Love is ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ET: He had a friend(poem) ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ET: Can't we just be friends?(poem) [Seth Fulmer ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 01 Sep 2000 06:02:37 -0400 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: ~nebula~ + a spaceship shoots out of your mouth and into my heart every time you launch your words sending love up on rockets and i forget all about the countdown the possibilities of houston happening not responding to me + stilt-boy with the multi-coloured pants walking on high above any sense of human morality how many of your own transgressions can you pile on top of my midgets to weigh their shoulders down making me feel more minuscule than you inside your wooden legs feeling things where ordinary limbs would suffice quite nicely + your swagger emotional pager i could never touch nevermind reach in all those minutes of apartness you were turned off with only the silencer turned on vibrating for someone else + stagger the gladness because i'm afraid it's getting too much for my beloved madness to process with all these laughs and such gurgling up the sobs like breath lodged in the apex of my rainbow-brite bits of joyfulness nestled in the lint in the carpet peeking out like child-like innocence + coming back with a vengeance leaping about covered in quiet elegance i await the magic of the psychic imprint of faeries + feeling the onslaught of vertigo just from some people walking by you know it's hard to hail the helicopter and be off not sharing ice cream with someone of my own to match stride for stride outside at the fair at the end of august + oxygen for the heart a scooter for my feet art i can understand like the humble drawings he gives me bashfully always modestly not knowing it's the beginning of the end of all the suffering i met and played with and became quite convinced i was destined to be with + ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 01 Sep 2000 07:57:20 -0400 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: What did I do wrong?(poem) Hey Everyone :) How are you doing? Well I'm letting you all know that Steph and I broke up. We agreed to go back to friends, but *mumbles*she obviously couldn't handle her end of the deal*end mumbling*. However, I'm not going to let her bug me anymore. If you want details or whatnot, private email, IM, ICQ, or call me. I wrote these poems over the past week but I was going to wait until we got talking again to post them and well I'm sending now anyways. This is the first of several poems(probably 2-3 of them). Any questions, comments, and the like are welcome but not required and if you don't want to receive my poetry, that's fine too :) Let me know in that case. Take cares and Have a Great Day!! :o) -Seth ======================================================== What did I do wrong? by Seth D. Fulmer 8/26/00 I sit here wondering where I am Am I alive or am I dead Do roses envy me or do I smell My oh my lord Do me tell! Kick me down if I be lying I am a demon filthy hearted Kissing people and having sex I should not be talking so crazily Whine me dine me Eat me alive Send me to hell for there I would rule People to cheat and people to score I'd be a big jerk but I'd have a lot more A little bit of satisfaction A whole lot of pain But what the hell is pain to me when I have some morphine Morphine and Opium and a lot of acid Drugs are the way to go and Alcohol too, I love it But then it hits me I will soon die a lonely person, yet very wealthy living off drug money and lawyer deals counting my accounts carefully so the IRS doesn't find out What fun is that people? and where is my life? I need to find someone to make me feel special A friend or a lover or even a god How about aphrodite to hand me an apple Venus never comforted me For all she cared was passion Zeus was a big pimp and Hera was married to him I really would like to break them up and make life much pleasurable But why do I need a god though My life is very good now I have my healthy mind and I have my dream woman Ophelia She came back to me! Can you believe that? She wasn't talking or even showing up But I didn't cry or even pout after nine long years of being with her, I just put up with her absence calmly I knew though she wouldn't feel pain For she was a figment of my imagination Nobody is as good as she was She'd listen to me and comfort my weaknesses and kiss me and hold me while I slept That's when I wonder though if I'm alive because only heaven would provide such perfection People aren't like that, they don't give themselves They don't care about others, but are selfish little bastards People being deceiptful, maybe I'm in hell That still would mean I'm dead though and what did I do so wrongly? ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 01 Sep 2000 08:08:44 -0400 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: Love is Hey again, Sorry for going out of date order but I am just going through all my poems. This is my idea of what romantic love should be. Again questions and all that are welcome but not required. Also if you don't want my poems tell me :) -Seth ==================================================== Love is by Seth D. Fulmer 8/25/00 Love is Passion and Romance When you never stop to think When you want to spend every second of every minute hearing her sweet heartbeat When you do things just for her instead of doing things for yourself Every project in your life you can dedicate to her beauty and when you get up to kiss her you can kiss like no one's looking and you get up on the dance floor and the spotlight catches you and her the only lovebirds on the dance floor just as you got on your knees to propose to her Love is Fury; Love is Wild Love takes no prisoners Love will enslave someone every single time and make them give their heart up A person would run a million miles only to come back and run it again Sitting around and waiting for that call and kissing all up and down their hand They finally get it, their heartbeat erupts and from then on they feel so ecstatic The two of them missed each other so much it hurt them both and they cry each for a full minute and a half They say each of their feelings over and over until one of them says something freely ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 01 Sep 2000 08:13:44 -0400 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: He had a friend(poem) Okey this is a bit wierd but I like it and wanted to lose emotions sooo badly that day. If you don't want my questions, lemme know :) -Seth ==================================================== He had a friend by Seth D. Fulmer 8/30/00 A mass of circuits wires and battery acid His skin lies on the floor with blood oozing out His creator abandoned him His mind went insane Another being found him and taught him insanity Insanity which binds people He taught him true apathy He turned his emotions into his mentality Specially designed wires that linked to his aorta protected this poor being from being stabbed in the back His lungs were replaced and his mind was diffused with a clear sort of liquid called Ethanol in concentrate his stomach and other organs were examined for efficiency Since he never would procreate They were replaced with plastic His emotions were programmed in and his creator came through You will be alright son I am here to help you His skin was put on him and he was shown to a door He opened the knob to feel not a single sense of touch "My senses and feelings!" he said "They've been robbed from my soul! I asked for my emotions removed but my sensation should stay intact" I'm sorry, but we had to do it For without emotions you can't feel and what's life going to be like without the sensations of the heart He thought for a moment then and said "I rather like this" I can't ever get hurt but I won't ever feel pleasure One good one bad yet one in between Little did I know how much I'd really like it He was shown through the doorway and a beautiful girl walked by He was told that it was his mate in a fantasy world known as never He said "I'm so sorry people but I don't feel a thing for her I can't even fake it too because the emotion just isn't there" He immediately began to cry then because he wanted to feel emotion He wanted to be able to love her or even be able to notice her The girl walked up to him then and wiped his tears clean and from then on he felt like He had a friend ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 1 Sep 2000 09:01:41 -0400 (EDT) From: Seth Fulmer Subject: ET: Can't we just be friends?(poem) Hey everyone :) My final poem for now. I was gonna send this other one(I told Courtney about this but she thought it was a bad idea so I don't think I'll ever send it out) but it's not good to wish harm on people. I wasn't going to send this one to the list but just to Steph but I don't know if she'd be willing for friendship :/ Anyhow, comments, questions and all that good stuff is welcome. I think I'm gonna go invisible for a while now. Take care of yourselves :) -Seth ============================================= Can't we just be friends? by Seth D. Fulmer 8/30/00 I sit here pondering my life dear and wondering what is wrong A while ago I was not known by you now I fear that I'm disliked Not knowing what I might have done I graciously ask for forgiveness I ask you for that at the very least and if you want for something else I'd like to be friends, and never enemies I wish to never be hated by anyone You and I have our differences yes but what do they mean to friends? A friend is someone with whom one can talk who can cry on their shoulder and cheer them They're someone who will go chill with them when all the other people in their life left Maybe you don't want that status with me If not then I will leave you go Just state your terms and I'll do my best as long as you don't hate me forever I may not love you, as Romeo loved Juliet but I love you as Jesus loved the apostles just the same feeling anymore I feel for a stranger except the stranger I don't care if they hate me My friends though I care, and even acquaintances too Their opinions of me shapes my life If I am rude, or if I am dismissed That means that I did something wrong I'm always here for you, no matter what whether my day is good, bad, or indifferent I'd like to still share my poetry and prose and hear opinions from you where it matters ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #310 **********************************