From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #321 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 Thursday, September 14 2000 Volume 03 : Number 321 * 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: something i started as a poem and ended up like a song! ["Claudia" ] ET: Forgetfulness (poem) [DrkShadws85@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Wed, 13 Sep 2000 10:33:13 +0200 From: "Claudia" Subject: ET: something i started as a poem and ended up like a song! Any comment is more than welcome! Have a great day everybody and take care! hugs Claudia *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Her flesh is a cold cemetery of shattered dreams her smile an unknown desert of forgotten hopes. She watches her life passing her by like a ghost train she can't stop and she cries every night alone in her bed holding her pillow tight and wondering why the other half of her bed is so empty and her eyes constantly full of tears. "Why am i so lonely and this pain so deep? All i do is cry and my heart feel so weak. I'm begging on my knees just to have a little love but i fear i'll never really have what i want. Just tell me why...why...why" She stands in the rain and every drop feels like a bullet that reminds her of all the words people only used to stab her heart. The sky is gray and heavy, the clouds look like fake pearls and in her mind there's a prison she keeps building every day day with her own little hands. She's sweet to everybody but her kind smile never took her far. Sometimes she wishes she were mean just to make somebody else feel the way she does. And she wonders how it'd feel to be in love and feel like in a dream but her happiness is like a lightning: it seems beautiful, strong and real but as soon as she smiles it disappears. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~Love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking together in the same direction.~ - - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 13 Sep 2000 12:19:29 +0200 From: "marty" Subject: ET: ~silence~ (music&lyrics: louise hoffsten on the album: beautiful, but why?) dedicated to my darling you lover of silence . . . > like me . . . like me lover of silence . . . + silence . . . turn off the tv quiet . . . no papers to feed me violence or things that will keep me from the voice within listening to silence . . . taking what's given nothing breaking the rhythm of something that runs like a river through my heart . . . and then if i can follow my breathing i'll follow my dreaming to the other side i need the freedom, i need to dive in into the silence . . . silence . . . lying between us silence . . . trying to bring us into the magic and meaning of unspoken words it can be more than a pocket full of dead air a door to forever if you dare time to re-think the meaning that you thought you heard if we can follow our breathing we'll follow our dreaming to the other side if we want freedom, we need to dive in . . . into the silence . . . silence . . . silence . . . + to my dolphin-girl, i love you forever. M ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 13 Sep 2000 07:20:55 EDT From: DrkShadws85@aol.com Subject: ET: Forgetfulness (poem) - --Forgetfulness-- You know you thought you knew who I am until I really gave you a look from the inside explained something you could never know the fact that im not perfect not everyone can be like you Waking up early to go to places I dont want to be being yelled at as soon as I get in the door my worth brushes off everyday and I cant get it to come back I call and call it but you took it away I cry in the light no longer caring who seems me either way all I get are stupid people staring at me Stay at home all day no one seems to understand I use the pain as my referances to other things its what Im all about its all I know Rainy days followed me here just tellin em to go away and come back another day is wrong and doesnt work back to the preschool days oh how I miss them Lemme look in the mirror no I hate what I see forget it forget this "The beauty of the world, which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder."-Virgina Woolf ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #321 **********************************