From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #354 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 Tuesday, October 17 2000 Volume 03 : Number 354 * 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: untitled [Katherine Alexandra ] ET: Meta-Intimacy(poem) ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ET: powems [RJonthego@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sun, 15 Oct 2000 22:46:48 -0700 (PDT) From: Katherine Alexandra Subject: ET: untitled untitled thought i would splurge and tell you just how i feel but then i got caught in sneeze and forgot my plans of changing this god forskan place got caught up in the game and lost to whichever side i was on now not sure how to get back to where i belong writing words that will be forgotten nevermind that, just trying to figure out where i went wrong now i'm over here trying to be strong and your over there telling me how far i've really gone send me no more letters please rewrite my name polka dots in red white and blue gonna hide out for awhile while you are decide what i need to do gonna cover my eyes till the scary scene is through come over here wipe those big brown eyes teach me how to fly and with that i will chuckle over the wine in the rich part of town with the grad students in black turtlenecks and pretend all went well while you dissapeared. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Messenger - Talk while you surf! It's FREE. http://im.yahoo.com/ ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2000 08:37:42 -0400 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: Meta-Intimacy(poem) Hey all, I wrote this poem this morning about something that sorta happened last night. It's hard to explain but ask questions and you can find out :) Anyhow, for my class "Psychology of Sexual Behavior", we have a mini-project due today and it can be anything on most any topic of like intimacy, romance, sex, sexuality, you name it...and can be anything(video, poem, song, story, painting, etc.) as long as it's explained so I was gonna submit this poem. I admit it probably could be better but you all know I'm way too modest at times I'm told. Anyhow, like comments, questions, etc. are much welcome but not required. Samantha I have to thank you. Your comments are very appreciated!!! If any of you don't wish to receive my poems, just let me know and I'll stop sending them to you. Take cares and Have a Fantastic Day!! :o) -Seth ================================================ Meta-Intimacy by Seth D. Fulmer 10-16-00 I lay here and feel the chill of the wind flow over my bare skin I think of her and breathe her name There's something that I miss a lot But then warmth drifts in on me and my body feels so much better She's sending her spirit to me and I feel so much less lonely The heat of her body and mine pressed up close to each other holding each other sacred and kissing away the other's fears talking about how our days had been and how we want them to be tomorrow or just admiring the silence existing and either way learning about the other caring of the personal wellbeing and running up the phone bill or even talking for lengths online to savor the love that we feel Intimacy is this and Isn't it the best? I would trade it in for nothing else I'd rather though if she were here with me I miss her body truly pressed close to mine ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2000 17:31:07 EDT From: RJonthego@aol.com Subject: ET: powems 10/13/00 maybe tomorrow i'll wake up screaming (not for you. for me) just screaming like i could shatter glass the way your eyes look when i've talked too much screaming like i am drowning out every word i had to hear from other people just screaming for these dreams to stop. maybe tomorrow they will. ~ there is a poem who deftly took a handsaw, and is now chewing on the piece of my brain he severed this poem didn't ask permission didn't even have the grace to put me under i can't see out of my right eye and my hair is falling out but at least the poem is satisfied. ~ i am dying from caffeine and guitar chords that i can't keep up with but it's the caffeine that really gets me i've always liked staying up late and laughing and sweet i always thought it strengthened me now with every sip i can feel my grip on the neck of my guitar weakening and i think i have to sing even louder to cover up the fact that i am dying. and it hurts. ~ 10/15/00 I am determined to wring a poem out of this bright pink paper but the poem is lying on the floor on top of futons and underneath sleeping bags it's head on his shoulder it's feet on her leg I am determined to improve my aim but the poem looks up eyelids half closed and suddenly I don't have the energy to even hold this pen I sink down and lay my head in the poem's lap utterly content to laugh my throat sore keeping my eyes closed muffled in the cotton of time standing still now my poem is content too. ~ even though you made sure our hands didn't touch i still felt wrapped in your arms, sinking into the floor, this nest of cushions and laps and stomachs and every time you breathed out i breathed in watching your eyelashes on the pillow you are so soft. she liked you best despite the "weird parts" even without a label you and me and us i still feel loved just because you spread your arms like the blanket like your breathe and all i can do is sink and sleep and take deep breaths because, yes, it's true, even though you made sure our hands didn't touch. i still love you. ~ i was watching the moon through a haze of heart pain and i'm glad you don't feel obligated on my behalf anymore, even if i miss your concern. watching the moon through the clarity of night and i could let it reach my eyes, you were walking ahead, kicking silence down the middle of the street and i hoped someone would yell at you so i could stand behind you and hod you up - defend you have an excuse to show that i care. i think the moon has guessed by now who all of my wishes go to. i don't know that i'd mind if it told why i have to howl everytime it's full and i can see you by it's light. ~ roya (curtis - NOT for writing club) ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #354 **********************************