From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V4 #40 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 Thursday, March 22 2001 Volume 04 : Number 040 * 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: it's been a while.. (poems by roya) [RJonthego@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Wed, 21 Mar 2001 15:59:21 EST From: RJonthego@aol.com Subject: ET: it's been a while.. (poems by roya) you fill the screen with brightness, which overwhelms me in an otherwise dark room you fill the screen with words that fill my mouth with questions, my cheeks with blood and my brain with no answers. i soak the life from the light and glow from the outside in. but when you leave i realize flourescent lights have no sustenance, and your world unlike mine is a bright one, no matter what. - --- what do you think when i'm drowning you out with my overwhelming waves of self doubt and pity. what do you think when my moods change like the tides, do you ever wish you were finding the treasures that usually hide in the deep, or do you ohly think of putting shoes on before you get stung. what do you think of the shells i placed on my shore, beautiful, aren't they? i use them to lure unsuspecting oceangoers. they don't realize for a while how sharp they can be. i just wish for once there was somebody who came prepared with gloves and extra oxygen, to take the time to explore, the time to love the deep and the unknown. someone who could love the darkness and the jewels it gives up. do you ever think, sometimes, that this someone could be you? - --- There is something slightly intoxicating (always has been) about listening to your voice. I fall in love by sound like I touch to see. His voice grating gives my heart something to record, to play back again and again and my knees tremor with the bassline. if I could touch you i would memorize you, but since I can only hear you, I can only love you and feel slightly tipsy at the prospect. - ---- so my demons only jumped up and bit you on the cheek, but it didn't make a permanent mark so that's a good thing. but my demons tasted your skin and now they want more. they tasted salt and under the surface, sweetness and they saw a little bit of sadness? which is news to be because i only saw your strength. but when my demons bit you they whispered in my ears and now i would do anything to patch up that mark and the ones they say they saw under your skin. - ---- writing right past importance, like i'm passing someone on the street that i don't want to talk to, so i duck my head, or turn it. pretend to look at something of great interest in the other direction. these poems are like that, i hide my face behind a book because i don't want to see what needs to be written about. i do't want to give this ugliness a body i don't want to acknowledge it, or wave or say hello. i want to run, sometimes, as fast as i can in the opposite direction. but they can smell fear, like a dog, and like a dog it will run panting after me. it will bare it's teeth and barrel through the people watching, and they will point and say "see, that's what happens when you repress" "that's what you get when you try to run away" but once i start i won't be able to stop until it tackles me to the ground, and growling, force me to write a poem. - --- royaroo curtis - for writing club ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V4 #40 *********************************