From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #330 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, September 22 2000 Volume 03 : Number 330 * 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: It's back (poem) ["Claudia" ] ET: (no subject) [DrkShadws85@aol.com] ET: me again *sighs* I know..sorry [DrkShadws85@aol.com] ET: La Rose(poeme) ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 21 Sep 2000 12:46:17 +0200 From: "Claudia" Subject: ET: It's back (poem) ** It's back ** Oh yes it's back! I recognize it so clearly. Not because i see it. I feel it. Oh that feeling! Impossible to describe. Overwhelming. It bring tears to my eyes. Everything was so new, even the air was different. And now it's back. I smell the sky, impalpable traces of light, and i fly far away from here. The sky i see doesn't belong to this earth, the air i breathe smells of a different world i've never seen. But it's here and it's back. And i know it will never change. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~Love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking together in the same direction.~ - - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 21 Sep 2000 17:59:17 EDT From: DrkShadws85@aol.com Subject: ET: (no subject) I think she still likes him by the look in her eye and the way she whispers his name. dont let love ride you, ride love. aging whispers arent coming around the corners to scare me anymore. i lost myself in a train. train of thought. get lonesome just sitting here in the shadows. dont like the thought of a cold hand touching me. exaggerated situations make things a lot worse than they are already. cant stop time, cant save it in little fragments. put away in my little glass jar i call the ocean my friend. though ive never see it i still know that it exists, i still know that its there. paddling along a river shore all i can find is flat land, cant find any variation. wanna find something different because im tired of the same old shit. dont know right from left or right from write. some people are to blind to notice the changes in reality. im not as smart as you but im better. cute little puppy faces in my direction, aw make me wanna cry. really really cute. faces of black enter my mind and distortion is taken to another dimension. something totally opposite of what we are in right now. im tired of seeing stares through the mouth of a fiddler. im many things upon many things but NOTHING like what you say i am. youve got the idea you are totally wrong this time. immature acts are founded to my left and i wanna slap the loud chewing off of someones face. i know who it is too. if he hits back hes looking for trouble. finally the storm is over cant help but not let myself smile ask me why i dont talk again. i will still give you the same answer. *shrugs* you do it back at me and with a smile on your face leave me alone. gotta love/hate history all in one. and if youre looking over here it doesnt matter, the mirror reflects from both angles. ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 21 Sep 2000 21:38:15 EDT From: DrkShadws85@aol.com Subject: ET: me again *sighs* I know..sorry I missed the spaces inbetween the lines Ive declined into the alternative into the place you said you would leave me at and never come back to I stand all alone which is nothing new but nothing Im fond of I dont let you see the tears rolling down my cheeks the eternal frown I wear how hurt I really am that reality of leaving this place has worn me down to the bone tell me itll make me strong but all I am is weak ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 21 Sep 2000 21:59:30 -0400 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: La Rose(poeme) Hey there! I wrote this earlier this evening because I needed to get emotion out. I am filled with a vacuum now inside because unlike how things are supposed to operate, other emotion didn't fill in. Anyhow, I rather like this poem. It's about some recent rejections and just my hopeless attitude on life but I needed a being to place love into again. This poem created that being, but it's about nobody specifically. The English is down below the french. Any comments, questions, and the like are welcome but not required and if you don't like to receive my poetry, let me know and I won't send it to you :) - -Seth ================================================ La Rose par Seth D. Fulmer 9-21-00 J'adore la rose beaucoup et La rose m'adore plus que ca Nous nous relevons dans le matin et nous nous bisons immediatement sur elle, je la bise sur les petales et puis elle va me biser, sur la joue La probleme existe cependant parce que les rose ont leurs epines Elle me coupe tres profondement chaque matin mais c'est bien car Je l'adore beaucoup et je sais qu'elle m'adore aussi Peut-etre elle me cause de la douleur mais la plaisir du baisser c'est la mieux Sa beaute dans ses petales est meilleur que la douleur que je me sens quand elle me fait mal. Je t'adore ma rose, fille; n'importe si tu m'attaque car je vois partout les epines, a la beaute dans les petales Je sais que tu es trop jeune pour moi mais Ca ne me fera jamais de difference S'il ferait une change dans le situation, Je me changerais aussi dans une rose pour toi. car partout nos vies, Je t'adore ma rose et je sais, sans que tu le dises, que tu m'adore aussi. ==================================== (english) The Rose by Seth D. Fulmer 9-21-00 I love the rose and The rose loves me more We get up in the morning and we kiss each other immediately on her, I kiss on the petals and then she goes to kiss me on the cheek. The problem exists however because roses have their thorns She cut me very deeply each morning but it's okay for I love her very much and I know that she loves me too Perhaps she causes me pain but the pleasure of the kiss is the best Her beauty in her petals is better than the pain that I feel when she hurts me I love you my rose, girl; no matter if you attack me for I see through your thorns, to the beauty in your petals I know that you are too young for me but that never makes any difference to me If it would make a change in the situation I would change myself also into a rose for you for throughout our lives, I love you my rose and I know, without you telling me, that you love me too. ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #330 **********************************