From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #348 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, October 11 2000 Volume 03 : Number 348 * 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: and as i slept i felt him go... [GuMmIbEaRs ] ET: here's what happens when you don't use your given name in your handle. :) [shivergirl ] ET: Bleeding fruit [Nondescript ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Mon, 9 Oct 2000 21:35:16 -0700 (PDT) From: GuMmIbEaRs Subject: ET: and as i slept i felt him go... this may look like sams in the beginging but it isnt trust me I was 12 and he was 45 i had craved his body for such a time when finally we were alone and able to be together his wife thought i was too ugly too fat to even imagine us being together little did she know that i had even been with him on her bed ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ i lick my lips as i walk past you as your eyes look at me you just look at me and smile knowing what i mean knowing that i am talking about the night before and how i tasted him his friends ask who he smiled to and he says know one as i go back to talking to my boyfriend who beleives we will always be together I'm sorry Jack, but I just met Romeo.. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I see you across the room standing there talking to a girl who obviously you dont like i just smile laughing at you and thinking if i should maybe go help the stranger i do i could not refuse those pleading eyes for help stepping right in front of her i kiss him he is startled but likes it soon i pull away once she has gone what is your name? My name is Jane but stay away from me Why? You are so beauitful, so wonderful. I am a white orlender. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ i think it was how you just grabbed me and told me we were together is why i liked you and when you teased me and refused me my shirt is what make me kiss you so and when you held me down on the back of your car and hurt me is what made me kill you tonight in your bed with your lover ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~` love passion lust obbsession craving all put in a blender and made into a concoction is how love is made ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ have you ever? made love had a fuck and run had a fuck friend just had plain sex??? i didnt think you were that inncoent... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ i left my body at home today i decided to just be a spirit to wonder the halls and be able to look at you with out you seeing me touching your face and watching you in your classes yes, i think i will be the happy phantom today ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Holly ===== "-Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like "maybe we should just be friends" or "how very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart." -Rose Walker __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get Yahoo! Mail - Free email you can access from anywhere! http://mail.yahoo.com/ ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 10 Oct 2000 00:51:26 -0400 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: here's what happens when you don't use your given name in your handle. :) (they gets all konfewsed :) GuMmIbEaRs wrote: > this may look like sams in the beginging but it isnt > trust me I AM NOT SAM!!!!!!!!!! :)(even if that's who you keep writing i am. ;) not that it's an insult; au contraire. btw, made me think of it: maybe ROYA knows, is the other sam, girl of various aliases, still on this list? miss her stuff. k,, night. T-A-R-A. ;) ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 10 Oct 2000 08:10:03 -0400 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: All that's needed is the faith(poem) Hey all, I choose not to state about what I wrote this poem, but if you ask, then I may answer(or I may plead the fifth but chances are I'll answer). The person about which it speaks will know. There's not much I can do to describe this poem other than that. If you don't want my poems, let me know and I won't send them. Also, for this poem, comments are appreciated, but if you flame me, I will have to hurt you *j/k* I hope you all have very excellent days and I shall talk to you when I do. Take cares :) -Seth ======================================================== All that's needed is the faith by Seth D. Fulmer 10-10-00 Scrambled nodes of circumstance You and I argue, but not like the rest The vacuum within my heart grows strong sucking us in with every thin breathe The feelings grow strong and My desperation grows outward You tell me you're afraid of me because you are way too attached that you're not sure if I'll really be able to fall in love with you and at the same time that I'm scared I love you girl more than anything Most of the world has told me I fly I go from zero to mach 50 in .55 (seconds) I fear that the most, I told you that though So instead I go by your speed; You are my pilot I know I'm probably scaring you girl so much more than Chucky or Jason But I figure if I have a chance at this I'd rather you know now than later I don't want you to walk away from here thinking that I don't feel anything I did not want a repeat last performance and get my heart chopped up and sauteed From here to Charon, which is the only moon of Pluto I'd fly to you there or further if you decided to run from me Just to avoid the feelings you have; I totally understand I believe though if there's a chance, you should always make a stand There's literally no way for mortals to scare me in real life An angel has to break my heart, and fry it up all nice and for me to hurt someone, would be cruel and unforgiveable That's why I couldn't do it, so you're safe within my arms It's hard to breathe now thinking of these things I kept them so hidden, I didn't want to affect you Who knew that deep inside, they grew and divided and took on other forms, like opiates and pure empathy I wish I could just hold you and hug you and smile For the physical touch right now would make me all better A kiss on the lips, or even a simple peck on the cheek too would tell me all the world would be good and fine again However though I feel about you, I feel the words don't matter You can say "I love you" more times than one breathes but if you can't walk the simple walk of love though the words are like needles stabbing at your heart I'd rather just do things, like walks holding hands or not gazing at each other's eyes, and saying nothing at all knowing the other's purpose, and wondering what was thought when you know all we have to do is just laugh and it's okay I weep right now though, for fear and for all the fates I feel I could get over it, but why try, it's just a feeling If you're scared, I know not what to do girl; I'm sorry about all that But if you want the chance to find out, all that's needed is the faith ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 10 Oct 2000 11:37:45 -0400 From: Nondescript Subject: ET: He is a symphony. I am your glass girl Your malady in a jar I am your dream That wakes you in the night I am your hollow world Your little gold bar I am whatever you need Whether or not it is right - --- You've come back again like a morning glory, smiling only when the sun shines. And I have waited all through the night, the rotting wooden post you cling to. I imagined myself away, to Barbados. But when the sun broke, I realized you had me held firmly into the cold cold earth. My splinters have settled back into my skin. - --- He moves me like a thrashing. It starts out sweet and soft, just like a spring rain. But then the hurricane bellows in, and I know I am done for. - --- He is a symphony with his own movements. Today he was the dark, brooding undertones of a cello. Tomorrow he will be light, promising violins. If only I could find the composer. I would take him in my arms and kiss him, beg and say please, please God, give me a Venician dream. Give me the violins, give me wine and candles. Please, please God, give me a way to play a harp. Give me wings. - --- - -The Ever Elusive Annie ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 10 Oct 2000 11:54:26 -0400 From: Nondescript Subject: ET: Bleeding fruit I am a one girl militia, wielding my chewed-on pencil like a bayonet. I don my great facade for the birds that fly by, winging southerly to a warmer place away from me. I keep hoping that if I spread my arms wide and hold bits of my pauper sweet bread, they will come and stay with me, at least for long enough to hold. I am in rags and a jeweled crown, but I hardly notice; my neck is craned backwards to the sky and I call for those angels to shed feathers on me and help me fly with them to whatever paradise they are aiming for. An orange falls from a broken umbrella and starts to bleed, but whenever I look at it, I see a mirror. A hungry dog is barking. He tells me I am a fool, a girl enamored by pigeons. Oh, not pigeons. Can't he see they are angels? Can't he see they are going to the equator without me? He growls and shoves by me to nibble on the orange. Pieces of me are going to hell. - -Annie ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #348 **********************************