From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #413 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, December 27 2000 Volume 03 : Number 413 * 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: My life... [PoE ] ET: if you say so [DrkShadws85@aol.com] ET: poem [RJonthego@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Tue, 26 Dec 2000 00:19:48 -0800 (PST) From: PoE Subject: ET: My life... This is going to be a rant. If you are able to catch it I would love some feed back if not it will always be a puzzle in your mind. ******************************* 12 years old and in love with a complete stranger may i remind you his blonde hair his blue eyes that were soo perfect and i knew from the begining i wasnt worthy of his look then i was shoved into a hole where i couldnt stand to look at him for 2 years *pathetic huh?* then finally i came out of that pathetic hole because of him the posibitly of meet him falling in love with him dating him gave me the reason to wake up. The day i walked out of the hospital was the day a 13 year old turned 25 in a matter of moments then the next year i was slapped buritly with cruel and harsh words that never left me and still haunt me when i am low my 10th grade year the most important man in my life died my grandfather who also told me how beauitful i was how i could do anything. *thank you grandpa* and this year the road is rough for i have begun to want to quit my fathers yells hound me my mothers small voice that she says speaks out. that boy is still in my life only now i have been told things that i never have wanted to hear. even if i hadnt been born with out sight i woul dhave fallen in love with his voice You are "meant" for him i even had signs to prove it a book i picked up had his name for the main character magic 8 ball same question 12 different ways same answer yes a song that made me dare to ask the question in jest i was told i have his beautiful blue eyes i have only been dreaming of him his song that hurts me came on the same time as a song about "pretty boy" came on my CD player how he has his beautiful slender no zits long hair perfect girlfriend by his side always i still think i am umworthy of him. BUT.. i still love the idea that i might have his kisses have him hold me at night and make love to me... I just dont belong here hey look at that girl... me who is my enemy who beats me up me who makes the monsters me who strips my confidence and it is I who believe it all. ===== "Very funny, Scotty. Now beam up my clothes." "The sex was so good that even the neighbors had a cigarette." "The gene pool could use a little chlorine." "My kid had sex with your honor student." Yahoo! Shopping - Thousands of Stores. Millions of Products. http://shopping.yahoo.com/ ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 26 Dec 2000 21:53:27 EST From: DrkShadws85@aol.com Subject: ET: if you say so they shut me out completely from their world they wont let me look them in the eyes anymore ill just close my eyes and walk away like i always do im pretending not to care through rivers of tears that are ready to fall music is turned up louder than the highest volume though it doesnt make it okay at least not anymore i dream that im awake though i know id much rather be asleep my greatest fears are my own thoughts ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 26 Dec 2000 22:22:19 EST From: RJonthego@aol.com Subject: ET: poem the pain which invades my body like lightning like drumming like i am alien sitting on the roof of the world but i am too self centered to see the house that jack built too close minded to help those who don't have roofs. we are all aliens with small eyes and lines running vertically to make us look thin like we don't need nourishment, i do not need your love. all i need are chocolate chips and my journal and stories of aliens with purple eyes and drums lines running vertically down my arms a past i thought was far away like the horizon, but it is clearer here when i am on the roof alone. ***** roya "Look, I really don't want to wax philosophic, but I will say that if you're alive, you've got to flap your arms and legs, you've got to jump around a lot, you've got to make a lot of noise because life is the very opposite of death." Mel Brooks ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #413 **********************************