From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #335 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 Wednesday, September 27 2000 Volume 03 : Number 335 * 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: poem ["Claudia" ] ET:Life ["John" ] ET: (no subject) [DrkShadws85@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Tue, 26 Sep 2000 11:18:35 +0200 From: "Claudia" Subject: ET: poem It's just so tender the way you take care of me and hold my hand with your sugar words when my mood gets blue and my fears make me feel like a little girl who sees inexistent zombies in her closet. I often drive myself crazy with thoughts that come out from my empty self-esteem and black past of shattered dreams but when everything gets dark and i feel so little you are always there with hope in your voice and love in your breath holding me, protecting me, making me feel safe and loved...loved...truly loved. It's a concept that i often saw in movies but never in my life... But you made a miracle...the miracle. And in everything you say or do i see how much you care about me. Your sweetness makes me melt and everytime you say i love you i feel like a child on Christmas day. You teach me so many things, things that only a pure heart can know, and every day i realize more and more how much i need you and how lucky i am. The moon shines only at night i shine only when i'm with you. I love you Steve! *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~Love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking together in the same direction.~ - - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 26 Sep 2000 14:23:57 -0700 From: "John" Subject: ET:Life boundary="----=_NextPart_000_0115_01C027C5.6837C5A0" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook Express 5.50.4133.2400 X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.50.4133.2400 Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 26 Sep 2000 13:22:21.0100 (UTC) FILETIME=[CCE0E6C0:01C027BC] Sender: owner-eda-thoughts@smoe.org Precedence: bulk This is a multi-part message in MIME format. - ------=_NextPart_000_0115_01C027C5.6837C5A0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Having lurked here for some time thought I would post something, its just a short poem I wrote any comments good or bad welcome John _________________________________________________________________________= __________ Life From night comes the light of day the sound of birds, of a city alive peace of the night shattered. A new day is dawning, pushing pulling the cops waiting for someone to bust, teachers waiting for someone to = teach the book seller waiting to sell sell sell In offices busy people push paper while dreaming of lunch and other paper pushers dreams, of weekend's they live for=20 so far in the distance=20 but so short on arrival Vacations so long planned for vanish into air on arrival, the holiday resort the Mickey mouse version = of real life, main street so pristine and clean Fall leafs are dropping, the golden colors of the trees the earth starting to rest, summer has gone Time moving along its path, slowly wiping out us away, people saying = tomorrow I will but tomorrow never comes its always today, as the clock strikes midnight today becomes today and yesterday will always be yesterday frozen in time unable to change = or dream - ------=_NextPart_000_0115_01C027C5.6837C5A0 Content-Type: text/html; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Having lurked here for some time = thought I would=20 post something, its just a short poem I wrote any = comments good or=20 bad welcome John ________________________________________________________________= ___________________ Life From night comes the light of = day the sound of birds, of=20 a city alive peace of the night = shattered. A new day is dawning, pushing = pulling the cops waiting for someone to bust, = teachers=20 waiting for someone to teach the book seller waiting to sell sell=20 sell In offices busy people push = paper while dreaming of lunch and = other=20 paper pushers dreams, of weekend's=20 they live for so far in the distance but so short on arrival Vacations so long planned = for vanish into air on arrival, the holiday = resort the=20 Mickey mouse version of real life, = main street so=20 pristine and clean Fall leafs are dropping, the golden = colors of the=20 trees the earth starting to rest, summer has=20 gone Time moving along its path, slowly = wiping out=20 us away, people saying tomorrow I will but tomorrow never = comes its always today, as the clock strikes = midnight=20 today becomes today and yesterday will always = be yesterday=20 frozen in time unable to change or dream - ------=_NextPart_000_0115_01C027C5.6837C5A0-- ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 26 Sep 2000 22:05:45 EDT From: DrkShadws85@aol.com Subject: ET: (no subject) Why cant some things be left unanswered when I don't know how to open my eyes and save myself from the rain. Although situations should stop all they are are ongoing troubles. I keep the knife posted on the wall just in cast I ever decide to lose it all at once. Which has only happened once, there's only a faint line left. One that I'm sure I'll never forget. The first time is always one of the most memorable. You see the one not afraid of being themselves, you wish you would be that too. That is something if you could be you would be. Instead of red cried out eyes in the closet, come out into the light. At least a little. Each footprints making a bigger impression on all your thoughts, on all your emotions. The writing on the wall is only becoming more obvious because my emotion is being shared. But I know all of your reactions. You say that you care, but in all honesty, you could care less. It's easier to be alone than to have people lie to you about it. Lies like the fire rising up in my throat whenever I go to speak. This whole place is worthless to me and I can't say much for the people either. Numbness shouldn't be a part of everyday activity. Where you cant feel what you want to and ignore what you've done. Admit you think you know everything because you think you do. I can tell by the way you walk , the upbeat swing of your arms. Your head held high while mine is being buried in the ground. I envy you, and it's unnoticeable. I left the people I've known forever. And I forgot that they're forgetting that I'm being forgotten every second away. The counselors think they know how I feel, but they aren't living my reality. They're scared of it and don't want to admit to my face that I'm screwed up. Its not like its gonna wreck anything. I already know. I don't say things like this to scare or disturb anyone. Just to make the fact of the way I feel apparent here. My mind is lost and is losing thoughts to write down on this paper. The reality of situations could matter less because no one cares what they really are. No one listens to me anymore. I wander in space through my won little galaxy, one you wouldn't understand. One that's better left unknown. - --samantha-- ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #335 **********************************