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Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: ~smiling for you only~ ["marty" ] ET: Singing in an Empty Coffeehouse(poem) [Seth Fulmer ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Mon, 14 May 2001 11:36:29 +0200 From: "marty" Subject: ET: ~smiling for you only~ + joining you in the school yard a couple lifetimes ago or so kissing you blushingly and vibrant the other boys and girls only envious of the love they never quite understood + tara, du dr fvr alltid min favorit* ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 14 May 2001 14:30:47 -0700 (PDT) From: Seth Fulmer Subject: ET: Singing in an Empty Coffeehouse(poem) Hey everyone, Here are 2 poems I wrote the past few days. The 2nd poem really applies to me right now but this one I wrote after acting as "shrink" to a friend and realizing I do it way too much. There is a 3rd poem but I won't bore you too much. Here's the first poem. If you don't want these poems, let me know and I'll not send them to you. ~Seth ======================================== Singing in an Empty Coffeehouse by Seth D. Fulmer 5-10-01 She came to me and told me she loved me I let myself fall for her so far and painful Now we are friends and I stand by and watch as you and another one hurt yourself for blood Where is my guitar, my drums and my amp? Where did my band go and where are my lyrics? Who moved my cheese sir and why am I so hungry This little piece of sausage will never really satisfy me What I want is a huge steak a little juice on the side A few fans to come and hear me sing even if I suck and they want me to die But the audience is weak and all I hear is "Boo!" My band has all left me Why am I all alone? I have someone telling me problems who wants nothing more than friends She once told me she loves me But now things are boring I don't want to be a shrink anymore Why can't I just be a musician singing songs of people's lives instead of hearing about them constantly My band has left me and so has my audience I don't even have a girl to greet me afterwards But I still want to play For someday someone will notice The world will kiss and hug me and a girl will run to congratulate me In the meantime I guess I'll have to crawl lonely along the trenches listening to everyone tell me their problems and girls just rumored to kiss me so passionately I love my life and I love myself but I hate all that's around me I wish I were omnipotent, a lover, a poet, I'd love to write myself a sonnet For now I'll wait a while and kiss the love letter in my hand That girl will show up with a rose after I'm retired from the band. Yahoo! Auctions - buy the things you want at great prices http://auctions.yahoo.com/ ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 14 May 2001 14:41:33 -0700 (PDT) From: Seth Fulmer Subject: ET: The end has come(poem) Hey again, Saturday night I was sitting down getting upset about life. I can't find a job and things aren't as pleasant as life was in High School, and I don't have the degree of independence that I'd like to have in life. I can't draw or sing or play any musical instrument, and many people would tell me I can't write poetry, and I would really like a job where I'm exhibiting my creativity somewhere. Plus, my one friend in the area is telling me to stay in Rochester(NY) and I was going to move back to Philadelphia(PA). My parents disliked me moving up here and now I have forces trying to keep me here now. I feel lonely and alone up here and I have 2 friends up here. In Philadelphia I had lots of people who I could consider my friend, if I decided to let them in. So I had decided to give up Saturday. But then we went to a club and it sort of forestalled my feelings until tonight. Here's my 2nd poem. Good night everybody. ~Seth ============================================ The end has come by Seth D. Fulmer 5-12-01 The end has come My life is over I never lived nor did I marry I had a pet cat her name was cool I took her outside all the dogs would drool So did my neighbor but she was a whore every night was a different guy yet she was available until I did ask her one fateful night Would she go out with me? and dance under the stars She said she would rather suck face with a porcupine Just give her a bottle of liquor and her life would be better But that doesn't help me any There are no girls here my way I'll die one day all single Just lieing here so comfortable Slipping in and out of consciousness dreaming of my bride to be She'll kiss me on the lips tenderly then hack me up with a meat cleaver But alas today is the end I kissed the cat and cried I mixed up a batch of poison and poured it into a coke glass Drinking a little I fainted or so I really thought I'm here and writing this poem and soon I'm going to finish it No longer will I be lonely Adventure I'll have from now on Kiss me love until we next talk In heaven or in hell or even in oblivion Yahoo! 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