From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #363 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, October 27 2000 Volume 03 : Number 363 * 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: Sad story(poem) ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ET: ~searching for a prayer-partner~ [shivergirl ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 26 Oct 2000 09:32:45 -0400 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: Sad story(poem) Hey there, I wrote this this morning amidst studying a bit and other things(as it's my nature to do 50 things at once). I don't know what thoughts came over me but I wrote this poem...I started crying at the end though so I don't think this is finished but if you have suggestions I might continue it. If you don't want my poetry, that's fine...let me know :) and as always comments, etc. are welcome but not required. By the way...one might wonder why the nose is bleeding...that happens sometimes in stressful situations to some people. Take cares and Have an Excellent Day! :o) -Seth ================================================================== Sad story by Seth D. Fulmer 10-26-00 The little boy said to his mother one day Why mommy why? did she have to go? She didn't like me much at all did she She thought I was an idiot Was it because I ate white meat mommy Was it because I'm wierd? She always said that I was wierd mommy because I would kiss her when I saw her smile I only did it because she was so beautiful Because she made me feel like I was a special person She talked to me, she comforted me when all other people had abandoned me The little boy's mother responded to him I'm sure that was not it at all my son She probably was called home by her mommy to bake a cake because it's what she does The mommy knew though but wasn't telling the story behind why the girl dissappeared She wanted to spare the feelings of the boy and make him feel better at the same time as well So she called up the mother of the girl and told the old maid what to do with herself She made sure her son was nice and safe in bed first But she really told the girl's mother her mind She heard in the background however the sound of tears and the little girl's father sounded angry A lot of yelling and screaming and breaking of things like vases and plates and furniture, even hearts and what needed healing He said so very loud "What good are you for?" She said to him, "I want a divorce now!" He told her to get out of his home forever she replied that the mortgage was in her name The boy's mother felt so humbled and empathetic she had no idea of what to say to her then She simply told her that the Lord was with them and to have a extremely nice and friendly day. The little boy upstairs, unknown to his mother downstairs was listening to the phone on the other line away He heard all the fighting; He heard his friend crying He felt like something horrible, for not being there for her He started crying uncontrollably, and his mother came upstairs My Goodness what is wrong with you? What happened? Tell mommy. Mommy my friend, she left because I'm stupid, didn't she? I didn't see her pain through her comforting and sweet hugs She didn't have the power in her, to let me in on her problem I should have seen it coming, I'll leave her alone now The mother felt humbled again, she didn't know what to say The Lord had left her with quite a dilemma, what should she do? The next day the sun was shining, and so the boy went out to play The little girl came up to him, all smiling and cheerful He asked her why she was so happy, but didn't give her a kiss She said the sun is out and she got to see him today so why not be happy? Around him nothing was bad He just sat there in the grass, staring out into the horizon He then started crying tears violently and his nose started to bleed He cleaned up the mess, but his tears still came out rapidly The little girl wondered why he would be so upset suddenly. The boy ran up to her and gave her a kiss and said he was sorry He apologized for ever doing anything to hurt her by being ignorant He went to walk away, but she came right after him saying Don't leave me boy for I haven't told you I love you He turned around and kissed her again, but this time on the lips though He asked her why he left him the other day without saying anything He asked her about her life at home with her parents every night and why every now and then she had a black and blue, or swollen eye She started to cry, he went up to hug her. She only pushed him away violently She told him don't worry and He said in return I can't do that, I'm a friend so please tell me She cried a bit more and told her gruesome story They were in the backyard and the mother overheard The mother too cried, for something had to be done Nobody should have to live in those conditions The little girl told the boy that whenever she saw him she was always so happy because she loved to see his face and hear his voice and feel his kiss for it gave her a reason to keep living At home she just wanted to kill herself But he was her only friend in life He gave her affection where others had not and told her she was the most special and precious person in the world to him He treated her like a princess So she treated him like a prince back and she liked to pretend she lived in a glass castle in the sky but it tended to get shattered when she went home for the night ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 26 Oct 2000 23:32:11 -0400 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: ~searching for a prayer-partner~ + you are the bookmark of my heart or the binding that holds all the pages together when clumsy readers have tired of words of mine, tossed the remaining chapters on the table and torn the title all apart; it is your place in all of this that marks how far i've come from prologues into love diving into a denouement of all that's raw i saw the real beginning in your hands + woke up from a love-coma and i finally recognized just who you are i'd been under for ten years in emotional time my intravenous consisting mainly of knowing you were in the room still + minor league of childhood crushes i got hit in the head by a bat by a boy, feeling the red rush of swift-impact love in my blood i was hooked to the diamond imagining the grand slam of my meeting my future husband before i was born with all the little strike-outs i could salvage using my brain as the ball i fell at first, and i knew i was out long before the umpire of my combined parents told me so, i was out, all hot and cold swooshing in headfirst to steal second from a master thief who wouldn't give his spit nevermind his ravaged spirit, and wouldn't live apart from his base of neurosis, so i split ran, half-walked to third time lucky, because i'd heard he was the closest to home when travelling for innings of stretches stomping on all that artificial turf + traded, for your twin in order for you to actually be able to win i needed to be gone from your team of one plus one equals three into my own lesser league of love-lorn blue you know the kind i pitched so well to you a free agent with another town to rent i felt i was meant to be alone and hate the former home team but i still cheer you on in the stands of strangers i sit with your popcorn love and wait for the world series to begin + i have allowed further weapons inspections they are all intact and secure, that's for sure they are not like me because i am no longer harping for a cure fully honouring a commitment to myself i advocate the peace process i still got a lot of hate left my second arab cherub war-waging because military material is what we've grown up with right along with Kellogg's cornpops cereal tampering with the notion of integrity that if i consent to talk with you does that mean i've already decided maybe i don't know the whole truth and it's got to explode from someone else this time, someone other than me + ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #363 **********************************