From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #114 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 Saturday, August 15 1998 Volume 01 : Number 114 Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: the eda-thoughts website [Lara ] ET: WANTED: self-made companion ["a poet on 'Bleeker Street'" ] ET: rain down on me, come on rain down on me.... [gosiam@juno.com] [none] [beccahusky1@juno.com (Kristin A Maynard)] Re: ET: Re: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #112 ["Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: the eda-thoughts website Hey guys! There are so many new people out there that I thought I should mention this again now. Some of you may not even be aware there is a website for this mailing list (http://members.tripod.com/~eda_thoughts). On the site, I have put up a section devoted to you guys - the members. I like having this up because it shows what the list is about and gives a sampling of all the really great people on here!! What I had people do was send me a small picture and a poem and the URL of their homepage (if you have one). That's all. You do not have to have it, but it is a nice way to show what the list is about and give some of you without pages a chance to put up some of your poetry! Anyhow, I thought I would mention it again since I am about to start back to school (I leave Sunday) so I won't be able to do too much with the site for a while. Soooooo... if you are interested in doing this, send the above info to me at larajean@gmx.de and I will add you in as soon as possible! :-) G'night guys! Lara ====================================      L a r a    larajean@gmx.de, ljr4@ra.msstate.edu          http://www2.msstate.edu/~ljr4 "from the dark side we can see the glow of something bright..." - Dave Matthews Band ==================================== ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 14 Aug 1998 09:46:11 -0400 (EDT) From: "a poet on 'Bleeker Street'" Subject: ET: WANTED: self-made companion "WANTED: self-made companion" by John Khuu 8/1/1998, s7:28pm/e8:48pm sometimes i drown in my own tears while i cower from all these fears but all the time spent are wasted while old tears are constantly replaced by now you'd think that i was a somebody but my life is shadowy and always cloudy but tell me who really cares? we can make the changes in life yet no one dares i've changed so much but to no good and because of that i'm so misunderstood i love depression 'cuz no one else does and it gives me in return a poetic 'buzz' yet no one cares about my poetic addiction they merely pass it off as fiction depression loves me 'cuz no one else will so whenever i'm happy and empty i just ask for another refill i revere suicidal thoughts 'cuz no one else wants to and when i tell someone about my suicidal fantasies, i'm called cuckoo i play a scene whenever i'm so inspired and to complete a jump or hanging a ledge or rope is required yet everybody tells me self-murder is wrong but i don't see anyone helping me right the wrong i've come to believe loneliness stays forever like my shadow 'cuz it unites me with depression, loneliness is like a rainbow loneliness waits for me everytime while i fly up with puppy love and is below me ready to catch me when i fall without love loneliness is this room-so dark, so quiet but if you look really closely you'll see loneliness is my life my only enemy is my own self 'cuz no one else will love me 'cuz of me i live a life of hell but we're only talking about me and so we don't have to care anymore than the world does and this disfunctional poem is more like an amateurish prose but who will love me for who i am? certainly not me 'cuz i can't love who i am unless someone loved me faithfully and unless i love someone endlessly but you'd think by this time i'd know every single rhyme but sometimes depression needs its own space so i always leave in my heart a little space for someone to love me back but no on has answered my classified ad: WANTED: self-made companion - -end of poem- "Sonny sits by his window and thinks to himself How it's strange that some rooms are like cages" - --Paul Simon (The Obvious Child) "My life's so common it disappears"--Paul Simon (The Cool, Cool River) "Some people never say the words 'I love you' It's not their style to be so bold Some people never say those words 'I love you' But like a child they're longing to be told" - --Paul Simon (Something So Right) ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 14 Aug 1998 13:37:31 -0700 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us) Subject: ET: a poem Heya angulz, Well Ben, I didn't stay in that prefered, wonderful, lovely "middle ground" for long. Here's a poem, please tell me what you think (and what you think it's about...like, what the choice maybe is). Love ya Sam The ? angel ~- ~- ~- ** -~ -~ -~ Feels like like a dozen marbles in my mouth but then they burst, and fill me with a sweet essence just like you, fill me with desire it's a liquid honey running down my arms spilling down and overflowing from where you exhaled it into my mouth i'm left stumbling, drowning in shock and joy at the ecstasy that now succombs to me a warm, rare sweetness covering down to my toes their shells broke and seeped into me bursting into flames and yet, so did i your words are arrows, pinions, that lodge themselves in my heart they're stuck firmly tightly grasping never to let go faced with a choice savoring the taste of you smiling, bitterly, sadly, sighing weeping when i remember how things were so simple and clear cut, like ice then i, we, took one step, one step into a forest beautiful, alluring, covered with moss one step that i knew would alter the rest of my life fogged the ice and it turned to snow not knowing what was hiding, and somehow the answers disappeared i remember how i used to smile and leap into your arms with joy how your honey was yet sugar with tiny pure-white grains that seeped into my skin, dissolved, and made my fingers pale and my eyes shine brighter in their beauty the answers always rang in the air they dangled from the windchimes and sang out into the breeze your smile was then easy and free but now that the sea grew rougher and your sugar turned thick and deep i'm faced with challenges and i realize, i wish, that my thoughts could be once more a simple page written out in smooth writing so clear, honest, and obvious now i know not what i will do it is a horrible decision, once more affecting everything i stand there, dripping honey drinking in your delight as though i'd never drunk before you are more serious now, so am i, but still sincere sm august 14 98 moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 14 Aug 1998 14:14:40 PDT From: "ws r" Subject: ET:just a poem 8/14/98 "Full circle" My world is round it turns on itself rolling steadily onward the badtimes turning good the goodtimes turning bad I'm crying I'm laughing I'm crying again and everything turns on a carosel of emotions til nothing is new but similar and every time I'm happy I turn around and smile so that the rain on my back takes longer to drown my soul and then the pain takes me again and again everything moves full circle Sue ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 14 Aug 1998 16:45:03 -0500 From: gosiam@juno.com Subject: ET: rain down on me, come on rain down on me.... hi, a little radiohead moment there. [paranoid android] anyho, i was writing to tell everyone a bit about myself. i don't really have the patience nor the ideas to write a poem. so i figured a paragraph or two would be suited just fine. consider it a poetic paragraphic thingy. i am not perfect, and i never will be. my hair is dark brown; my eyes the colors of the tree. i come from a generation of strong headed women. i believe in miracles , and maybe ufos. the say i'm crazy and uptight but i don't give a damn. i am polish, i speak it, and i haven't been to my homeland for about 8 years. i miss it so bloody much. i am 5'6, and i always feel the need to stand out. i make fun of, and absolutely dislike popular people, especially cliques, or what ever the hell you spell it. i guess it's 'cause all of them should form a club called "the idiots with no minds and no souls unite"....i spend my life and my time [same thing] watching xfiles, and daria. i love to get away from it all by going in my backyard and just lay down on the lawn, not thinking of all the shit that awaits me, all the people i hate and have to face. it seems to me that it all goes away. when i get back up, i feel a suddend weight hung over me as if, i am full of hope dream and ambition. i think of this as heaven. that is why i sometimes think of death. it scares one of my friends. but one of the others understands. she knows i won't do it. but what would happen if i did? would she say to everyone, 'she told me about that. i just was too blind to take her seriously' ... i hate leaving the house for anything. just for the backyard, you know, sometimes i wish i had a large beautiful flowery, grassy field in my yard, instead of the green spike thingies. when it is winter-time, i wear black and dark army green. i don't know what it is about these colors. i just feel so free in them. it's as if the colors that are dark swallow up my feelings, and save for later when i feel like having them . light colors just bounce them off, and reflect them back into my soul. i hate it when people expect too much from me. how do they know that what i giving already isn't my best, i can't alwyas be like the goddamn rest. life itself probably doesn't understand whats going on. i was in a store once, and i saw a mother hit her child. i thought ' he was in her, she gave life to him, its like she's hitting herself. shes hitting the child that was once in her ' it just got to me. sometimes when i listen to some of my fave groups i am surprised to hear that they understand how i feel. their lyrics, their rythms are indulged by me, and it actually gives me hope for me future. it makes me rebellious, hopeful, and sometimes happy even. it will always be this way, and i can't change that, but i can enjoy what i have, can't i? well, i hope i didn't reveal too much. bye all, angel**dust, and forever blowing bubbles, gosia**extraterrestrial angel * margaret * alien * _____________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com Or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 14 Aug 1998 18:19:34 -0400 From: beccahusky1@juno.com (Kristin A Maynard) Subject: [none] Hey Angels, Following the thread this is my paragraph/poem about me. I'm not sure whether it is a paragraph or a poem. ME I am very thin and kinda short I am very shy, I hate speaking in public I have brown hair and brown eyes to match I love to write I'm always writing stories, poems,letters, articles, reports, essays and columns for e-zines I am a slob, my room is a mess I don't have the best grades I love movies, especially Titanic and ones with Leo I'm always cold so sweat shirts and warm guys are my best friends I believe in angels, ghosts,miracles,and life outside our solar system I love talking on the phone and writing e-mail My three neighbors are like annoying brothers but that's cool with me I like eating pizza,chips,chocolate,tacos,hot dogs,and chinese food. And finally I love sleeping late, I'm not awake untill at least ten. Well that's me. :) w/b Love Always, ~Kristin~ _____________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com Or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 14 Aug 1998 22:56:02 -0400 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: Re: ET: Re: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #112 At 10:45 PM 8/13/98 -0700, Jan Winters wrote: >*i just wrote that, i know it's very crappy but i had to get out some >kookie emotions. thanks! Kat, That was pretty good, if I must say so myself. Don't put yourself down so much. I do it a lot and people tell me the same thing. I understand where you're coming from completely. Take care and try to have a Good Day!! :) Seth Fulmer A.K.A. "The Angel that thinks too much" mailto:kaosking@voicenet.com Cool Quote of the Day/week/timeperiod of your choice: "And I'm sorry I didn't always have a match That could start a fire big enough for your heart to catch." - Jewel Kilcher ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #114 **********************************