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From ht2@yabbs Thu Mar 24 16:22:02 1994
From: ht2@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: <no title>
Date: Thu Mar 24 16:22:02 1994
first post
From Charon@yabbs Sat Mar 26 15:37:41 1994
From: Charon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: HELLO!!!!!
Date: Sat Mar 26 15:37:41 1994
This is Charon, i am sooooooo happy that there is a board for poetry!! I
asked Htoaster to make one, and so he did.... i guess it is cool that i am
the first to type on it... i have none of my poetry around now so my next
message will be a poem.. i hope you all use this because i am sure it
will be cool!!! later on all!!
From Natalie@yabbs Sat Mar 26 16:07:28 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: i'm a postin' :)
Date: Sat Mar 26 16:07:28 1994
SONNET 3
I plant vegetable matter in his soul,
Roots sprout, anchoring him to the ground.
Secretly I grin, for that was my goal:
Keeping him with me, sweet words will abound.
If you leave here, chaos will conquer me.
I do not know my mind, you fill my thoughts,
My need for you in enormous you see,
An obsession I tried to beat, but I lost.
Go on, diminich my accomplishments.
I don't care, fo I gained what I wanted.
You just don't understand that my mind is bent,
Trying to escape me, things came to a head.
When Spring comes, you will see yourself blossom,
You'll be so much happier when you succumb.
I'd appreciate comments. Rhymed iambic pentameter isn't my strong suit,
and I'd appreciate some constructive criticism. :)
(oops! a typo! fo = for)
Natalie :)
From Charon@yabbs Sat Mar 26 16:56:17 1994
From: Charon@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: i'm a postin' :)
Date: Sat Mar 26 16:56:17 1994
pretty cool Nat!!! what is iyt about? yipes <-... i will have to post some
of my stuff on here... i was never good at following iambic pentameter..
so i can't find anything wrong wuith it!! i loved it!! *hug* *hug*
ChArOn
From Deaska@yabbs Sat Mar 26 21:45:16 1994
From: Deaska@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: i'm a postin' :)
Date: Sat Mar 26 21:45:16 1994
Nat!!!!!!!! utterly kewl!
Gotsome passion in there.. wonder if it's meant fer someone *grin*
iambic pentameter.... hmmm *looking up websters* :)
I just love that sense of cruelty in the tone...!
Charon, this is a great idea!!! methinx I'll be a postin' too
*hugs al'round*
Deask'
aaaaaaaroooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
From Charon@yabbs Sun Mar 27 00:08:14 1994
From: Charon@yabbs
To: Deaska@yabbs
Subject: re: i'm a postin' :)
Date: Sun Mar 27 00:08:14 1994
Do you like poetry also? if you do, you are one cool dude in my book!!
i hope to read some stylin poems here and i promise to post some
myself!!!!!
so...... maybe tommarow night..
ChArOn
From Deaska@yabbs Sun Mar 27 08:37:38 1994
From: Deaska@yabbs
To: Charon@yabbs
Subject: Poetry and creative
Date: Sun Mar 27 08:37:38 1994
oh yeah.. I should plonk afew pieces on here by this week..., and I know
that someone else *bump and a blink* would just love to do so too..
its gonna be kewl!
Keep the spirit,
Deask' *smile*
From Skywise@yabbs Sun Mar 27 11:28:11 1994
From: Skywise@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: The woods...
Date: Sun Mar 27 11:28:11 1994
Skywise stands there with a grin
A human dead, it was his whim.
The trees do wait in numbers thin
For sylvan folk to rule again.
And if the human welp had kin...
(Skywise draws a shining steel blade)
"I've got some free time, SEND 'EM IN!"
==================================
There is only one penalty for destroying
my home. Choose wisely, HUMAN.
From Skywise@yabbs Sun Mar 27 12:56:04 1994
From: Skywise@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: silly hooooomans
Date: Sun Mar 27 12:56:04 1994
A man once loved the chieftain's daughter
He watched her bathe beside the water,
But child of man could not have bought her
And she disdained the gold he brought her.
"One more human welp to slaughter,
One more waster for the fodder..."
From Natalie@yabbs Sun Mar 27 17:53:25 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: yet another one
Date: Sun Mar 27 17:53:25 1994
CHRISTIANITY
"Jesus said, 'Men think, perhaps, that it is peace which I have come
to cast upon the world. They do not know that it is dissension which
I have come to cast upon the earth: fire, sword, and war.'"
The Gospel of Thomas, Saying 16
One man has had more effect on
humanity than any other
(not Charlemagne
not Henry
not Shakespeare
but Jesus Christ).
Sing the praises of
a simple carpenter
a common criminal
One called King of the Jews (but he wasn't),
as he was crucified (he rose from the dead).
Wars were fought (those heathen infidels)
in His Name (the Father).
Heretics were burned (witches and women too)
in His Name (the Son).
Intolerance was tolerated (encouraged)
in His Name (the Holy Ghost).
Opportunists exploit the believers
fancy houses (gold bathroom fixtures),
fancy women (expensive whores),
fancy surgery (more perfect than you).
Then they beg our forgiveness and like the sheep we are (we believe we're
sinners)
We forgive and give more (after all, they're only human not divine).
Have fun kiddies!
BTW, that's supposed to be one line there (darned ASCII).
Natalie *insane giggle*
*grin*
From issachar@yabbs Sun Mar 27 21:02:48 1994
From: issachar@yabbs
To: skywise@yabbs
Subject: re
Date: Sun Mar 27 21:02:48 1994
it has been to my experiences that poetry that which tries to force a
certain claim on the reader rarely becomes noteworthy. although the
romantic poets like blake, wordsworth, and coleridge certainly celebrated
nature unlike any other poets in the english language. they didn't, of
course, assert the value of nature in their poetry straightforwardly, you,
as reader get the sublime feelings that they held towards the earth.
From issachar@yabbs Sun Mar 27 21:05:03 1994
From: issachar@yabbs
To: natalie@yabbs
Subject: re
Date: Sun Mar 27 21:05:03 1994
good stuff
i like how jesus is called king of the jews, while it was the jews who
ordered him crucified because of his criticism of the jewish church
strange, eh? ;)
From Trane@yabbs Sun Mar 27 22:20:34 1994
From: Trane@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: another christ poem
Date: Sun Mar 27 22:20:34 1994
Tell me tell me fisherman
What you have to offer me
Is it fruit of infrared or planets only I can see?
By swallowing the flesh of God
Will I see the face of Hate
Or will I hear sweet sentences crushing me beneath their weight?
So now he's falling down
So now he's crying out
So now he sees just what the revolution's all about
So now he sees his mom
So now he sees his dad
So now he sees the hammer swing...it hurts so fucking bad
So now he hears the chords
The feedback in his head
So now he hangs from a two by four
The carpenter is dead.
Tell me tell me fisherman
What you have to offer me
Is it life or is it death or is it unreality?
By swallowing the blood of God
Will I see the face of hate
Or will I feel the emptiness of my everlasting wait?
This is a song I wrote after reading a book by Terrence McKenna...
he talks about psilocybin mushrooms being a sort of psychedelic
communion...and I wrote about that concept being reconciled with
my Christian upbringing and the Communion I knew from childhood.
Trane
From topi@yabbs Mon Mar 28 00:15:41 1994
From: topi@yabbs
To: Trane@yabbs
Subject: re: another christ poem
Date: Mon Mar 28 00:15:41 1994
Bravo! I liked that. :)
From Skywise@yabbs Mon Mar 28 02:05:26 1994
From: Skywise@yabbs
To: issachar@yabbs
Subject: re: re
Date: Mon Mar 28 02:05:26 1994
Feel my wrath, human. Who said I wanted to become "noteworthy?"
Noteworthy to humans is destruction to sylvan folk.
From Natalie@yabbs Mon Mar 28 02:16:57 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Trane@yabbs
Subject: re: another christ poem
Date: Mon Mar 28 02:16:57 1994
Trane:
I like this a lot. Gave me chills. Not much poetry does that to me.
Bravo!
(and, just for the hell of it....*poke*)
*grin*
Natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Mon Mar 28 02:19:23 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Skywise@yabbs
Subject: re: The woods...
Date: Mon Mar 28 02:19:23 1994
I like. Rhyming is good. I like rhyme. I wish I was better at it. I
also like the lyric style. And your subject.
Natalie :)
From issachar@yabbs Mon Mar 28 16:59:34 1994
From: issachar@yabbs
To: Skywise@yabbs
Subject: re: re
Date: Mon Mar 28 16:59:34 1994
excuse me. can't take criticism very well now can we? if you are a 'sylvan
fellow' go back to school and learn something that will impress me.
From Skywise@yabbs Tue Mar 29 02:06:44 1994
From: Skywise@yabbs
To: issachar@yabbs
Subject: re: re
Date: Tue Mar 29 02:06:44 1994
You'll have to get a little more creative than that if you want to keep
posting on this base. PLEASE note the name. Thank you you wiper of other
peoples bottoms.
Go jump in the violet-indigo that is nothingness.
From Faith@yabbs Tue Mar 29 02:31:13 1994
From: Faith@yabbs
To: skywise@yabbs
Subject: <no title>
Date: Tue Mar 29 02:31:13 1994
violet indigo nothingness? Hmmmmm.... How profound. hee hee ;)
From Skywise@yabbs Tue Mar 29 10:17:05 1994
From: Skywise@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Ashes...
Date: Tue Mar 29 10:17:05 1994
Through sylvan ruins he wandered
His soul was walking low;
Through woods his enemy squandered
At who he raised his bow.
'Twas two days from the battle
And heavy was his heart.
He shot through them like cattle
The trees from them to part.
They left his world in ashes
His wolf-friends they did kill.
But valued were the lashes,
For human blood did spill.
From Nickolai@yabbs Tue Mar 29 15:47:56 1994
From: Nickolai@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: For your enjoyment
Date: Tue Mar 29 15:47:56 1994
Quite so, I thought...
Unless, No that can't be it.
I know better than that,
Everything I believe lays on it.
Tomorrow, perhaps, I can remember.
From Charon@yabbs Tue Mar 29 18:41:17 1994
From: Charon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: LOOKY here!
Date: Tue Mar 29 18:41:17 1994
On a moonless night, when the sky is dark,
the birds will sing the songs of the harp.
On a starry night, when the moon shines bright,
the bats and owls prepare for flight....
All of this, in Widow's Night
All of this, in Widow's Night..
When the wind's fierce gust blows across the land,
and a snowflake falls in a young boy's hand,
the bats and owls have flown away
the snow will rule on this very day.
In Widow's Night, "Hooray Hooray!!"
In Widow's Night, "Hooray Hooray!!"
When the leaves are green, and the flower's song,
Echos, Echos across the land everlong.
Look here boy, and tell me of your plea...
And look there boy, and tell me what you see...
For at Widow's Night, we all run free
For at Widow's Night, we all run free....
---------
| ChArOn |
---------
From Hellion@yabbs Tue Mar 29 19:29:42 1994
From: Hellion@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: a question
Date: Tue Mar 29 19:29:42 1994
I really love all of the poetry around here, but the question is...
do any of you think it would be a good idea to get an ftp site set up for
the poems and stuff? I find it difficult to get any of this stuff without
sitting down and writing it all. Well let me know what you think...
-- Hellion
From jujubee@yabbs Wed Mar 30 07:22:22 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Hellion@yabbs
Subject: re: a question
Date: Wed Mar 30 07:22:22 1994
it seems to me that i am inspired at strange moments...i do not think i
could ever just sit right down at the computer and type creatively or
inspirationally...perhaps work here has been done at previous times...some
of it is quite lovely, actually....personally, anything i've ever written
is never read by anyone...sometimes i don't even look at it again...
From Nickolai@yabbs Wed Mar 30 14:00:18 1994
From: Nickolai@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Haiku
Date: Wed Mar 30 14:00:18 1994
The darkness descends.
A brook beside a dead tree.
Silently I cry.
From Cat@yabbs Wed Mar 30 14:24:15 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: Nickolai@yabbs
Subject: re: Haiku
Date: Wed Mar 30 14:24:15 1994
That's really good Nickolai. I love haikus. :) I wrote one my self:
A little brown mouse
Smells cheese and steps in a trap
Snap! Now he is dead.
I also wrote a limerick:
There once was a silly old chump
Who really *really* liked to bunjee jump
He thought it was stupendous fun
Until the darn cord came un.......
:)
-Cat
From Natalie@yabbs Wed Mar 30 15:17:44 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: This is a long one
Date: Wed Mar 30 15:17:44 1994
OCTOBER 31, 1991--6:28 A.M.
"Wake up! Wake up!"
"Huh? Go away, I've got two minutes."
"Something's wrong with Mum,
the paramedics are here!"
I sit up and reach for my glasses,
all the while rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
"What are you talking about? Maybe she's
just sick."
We wait in my room, hte blue room,
I notice all the books and papers on the floor.
The digital clock silently ticks away the minutes.
My father enters, grief on his face.
"Girls,
your mother...your mother
died
sometime last night."
I'm numb, I have no feeling, it's been
shut off. We're told we don't have to go to school,
but I know what will happen (relatives trying to make me feel better),
so I go anyway. Everyone says they're sorry,
such a stupid thing to do, what did they do?
Nothing. It's my mother who should be
apologizing.
Just the night before I remember her alive
at my choir concert. She was laughing and talking with
her friends and my friends and their moms and just everyone.
She had a good time. She said so, just before she
went to bed and after she told me that she loved me.
For the last time.
No one expected her to die, she was only
forty-eight.
But she did.
The first viewing was Saturday
two days later. The family was there , supporting us,
me and my sister.
We walk in.
The casket's on the other side of the room.
With trepidation I approach and
my numbness disappears, replaced by anger and betrayal and mostly sorrow.
My mother is in the box, cold dead gone.
It doesn't even look like her.
She didn't do her hair like that, combed sttraight back like a
pro coach, maybe Ditka or Riley.
And the expression on her face wasn't hers, it was
George Washington with his wooden teeth.
I break down.
I begin to accept.
I live again.
She would've wanted it that way.
One year, ten months, and fifteen days.
I'm still haunted.
The memories won't fade.
I turn around, expecting to see her,
expecting to hear her voice, full of humor
with it's thick Boston accent. I can't even remember it.
I look in her purse. I find the concert program.
Now I can tell her.
I love you, Mum.
Natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Wed Mar 30 15:19:39 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: and now, a short one
Date: Wed Mar 30 15:19:39 1994
The stars shine in the sky
Brilliantly.
Their cold light raising gossebumps on my skin
But I like it,
The feel of the cold air,
The wind reifling through my hair.
I lose myself
In memories.
Natalie
From Hellion@yabbs Wed Mar 30 16:36:07 1994
From: Hellion@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: This is a long one
Date: Wed Mar 30 16:36:07 1994
I must say that was very nice. It made me want to cry cuz I know
what it is like to lose someone so close...
From Cat@yabbs Wed Mar 30 17:38:06 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: This is a long one
Date: Wed Mar 30 17:38:06 1994
That was...oh words can't put it quite right. That was powerful Nat. I
always say that the trouble with modenr writing is that people don't write
about things that are really moving and true anymore. That was such a good
poem. Thatnks for posting it.
*hugs*
-tammie
From Destiny@yabbs Wed Mar 30 19:39:23 1994
From: Destiny@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: ...
Date: Wed Mar 30 19:39:23 1994
That's beautiful...
-Dest'
From Nickolai@yabbs Wed Mar 30 21:21:02 1994
From: Nickolai@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: ...
Date: Wed Mar 30 21:21:02 1994
hmmm....*hug*
From Nickolai@yabbs Wed Mar 30 22:07:06 1994
From: Nickolai@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: haiku
Date: Wed Mar 30 22:07:06 1994
a single dead rose.
laying on a marble grave.
a life, forgotten.
From Page@yabbs Thu Mar 31 04:21:28 1994
From: Page@yabbs
To: issachar@yabbs
Subject: re: re
Date: Thu Mar 31 04:21:28 1994
strange but there is no solid proof nor can one believe that a human is
god
From Skywise@yabbs Thu Mar 31 09:02:43 1994
From: Skywise@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: stuph
Date: Thu Mar 31 09:02:43 1994
Poetry, therefore, we will call musical Thought.
-- Carlyle
...speech framed...to be heard for its own sake and interest even over and
above its interest of meaning.
-- Gerrard Hopkins
...the rhythmic, innevitably narrative, movement from an overclothed
blindness to a naked vision.
-- Dylan Thomas
...the presentment, in musical form, to the imagination, of noble grounds
for the noble emotions.
-- Ruskin
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold that no fire can ever
can ever warm me, I know that it is poetry. If I feel physically as if
the top of my head were taken off, I know that it is poetry.
-- Emily Dickinson
===================================================================
Thanks for the poetry.
From SPARKLER@yabbs Thu Mar 31 15:07:15 1994
From: SPARKLER@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Fantasy
Date: Thu Mar 31 15:07:15 1994
This is one of my favourite poems .....
FANTASY
A silver dream, of things gone right
Gleems golden in the moon's pale light
Of souls untouched and hearts of gold,
Of wishes unheard and dreams untold.
Hope you guys like it too....
My Love Always .....
SPARKLER
From Hellion@yabbs Thu Mar 31 15:18:31 1994
From: Hellion@yabbs
To: SPARKLER@yabbs
Subject: re: Fantasy
Date: Thu Mar 31 15:18:31 1994
Definatly *smile*
- Hellion
From Destiny@yabbs Thu Mar 31 15:35:38 1994
From: Destiny@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: JAVAN
Date: Thu Mar 31 15:35:38 1994
This is just a poem from one of y favorite poets, Javan...
I woke early this morning
To the silent sounds of raindrops
carressing the window
I pulled the curtain to greet the morning
But a fog covered the window
Without thinking I took my finger
And wrote your name in the moisture
Now, it was time to prepare
to face another day
For some reason, jsut before leaving
I returned to the bedroom
To look once more at your name
But it too
was gone
-Javan
From Destiny@yabbs Thu Mar 31 15:38:52 1994
From: Destiny@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Javan...again
Date: Thu Mar 31 15:38:52 1994
This one is a little more uplifting than the last...I figured if I bring
you down, I should lift you back up aghain *smile*
Lord, Please quick,
Give me a line,
or something to say
That might start to explain
The storm raging inside me
since she walked in the room
Just one line that will let her know
The feelings deep in my heart
Lord - Please try hard
And do better this time
For the last one wasn't impressed
With "Hi Babe, what's cooking?"
-Javan
From issachar@yabbs Thu Mar 31 17:07:10 1994
From: issachar@yabbs
To: natalie@yabbs
Subject: re:that big poem that was s
Date: Thu Mar 31 17:07:10 1994
reallly, i have to agree w/ cat. being that it seems like parents just
don't get the kind of love and respect they so rightfully deserve anymore,
you have done something really great in that poem. people call you a mam's
mama, oops, boy if you're real close to your parents, or that there is
something wrong with you if you think so highly of your parents, in this
day and age where everyone likes to point out their parent's faults. i
think parents are, and should be percieved as, your best friends, (at
least until you get married). i have the best relationship w/ my folks so
that poem goes right to the heart.
bravissimo...
From issachar@yabbs Thu Mar 31 17:08:41 1994
From: issachar@yabbs
To: Page@yabbs
Subject: re: re
Date: Thu Mar 31 17:08:41 1994
well, i was addressing those in the christian tradition who recognize
jesus as the son of god. no offense meant to anyone, i swear.
From issachar@yabbs Thu Mar 31 17:13:19 1994
From: issachar@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: re: stuph
Date: Thu Mar 31 17:13:19 1994
poetry the spontanious recollection of experiences past.
--william wordsworth
"that of knight-errantry," said don quixote, "which is as good as poetry,
and even an inch or two above it."
--cervantes
"one law for th ox and lion is oppression."
--william blake
From maedhros@yabbs Fri Apr 1 02:28:43 1994
From: maedhros@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Boomers
Date: Fri Apr 1 02:28:43 1994
Twenty years ago, on a planet much like our own, a great mass of
people came of age. They looked about themselves and said, "We have a
dream. We dream of a world where there is no war, no famine, and no hate.
A world where every human is our brother and sister. A world where
everyone can realize their potential. A world where there is truly Heaven
on Earth." And suddenly they knew it was possible, and further, they new
how to make it happen.
So it came to pass that the Children of Utopia climbed the Great
Mountain. And on the Mountain they erected a great temple of both
wondrous light and Angelic music. They looked about and they were pleased
with their creation. And the Children said let us name our creation
Woodstock. Then the Children revelled on their Mountain. They smoked,
they drank, they dosed, they screwed, and they vomited.
Many days and many nights passed, although none of the Children could
quite remember how many. But behold, when they awakened dazed, hungover,
and deaf, they were perplexed. Aside from being in dire need of a shower,
a toothbrush and a venereal check-up, nothing had changed. Mysteriously,
the world had carried on in their absence. Their drug-hazed pleas for
justice went unheard. The police still beat hippies and upstart
tree-huggers, the Pentagon was still having a riotously wonderful time
defoliating Vietnam, and their parents still thought they were wierd.
Disgruntled, bitter and disillusioned, the Children began disbanding
from their Mountain. Two groups left the shrine that day. The smaller
group spoke thus; "Maaan, there is just waaay to many negative vibes in
this reality. What we need to do maaan, is go back to nature maaan. You
know maaan, like, live in the woods maaan. We can eat nuts and berries
maaan, like the indians maaan. And go naked maaan, you dig?" And the
people smiled, although noone is sure if it was because of what he said or
if it was because a cloud to his immediate right had suddenly turned plaid
and started whistling Kumbaya. Nevertheless, they followed him.
The larger group awoke, and one of them said, "Oh well, we gave it our
best shot. Shit, my dad's going to kill me. I've got mid-terms next
week." And so the larger group ran from the Shrine of Peace, with all
their dreams of love and joy left behind along with 200,000 unrecyclable
plastic beer cups. Filled with bitterness, the Children sold their VWs
for minivans, their love beads for beepers, their beliefs for the 'burbs
and their souls for success. And so the Sacred Hill was forgotten.
Maedhros /\
/--\
/ \
Don't ask me what the hell the point of this was. I created it and it's
writing. This is a creative writing section. So, well, there it is. If
it makes you laugh, pisses you off or makes you think, then it's surved
its purpose. Adios
From Deaska@yabbs Fri Apr 1 08:41:02 1994
From: Deaska@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: jus a small one
Date: Fri Apr 1 08:41:02 1994
Only one word,
as harmless it would seem,
could hurt more than,,
a horrible sting.
Why can't we learn
to live in peace,
for I do always yearn,
for that warm release.
We need no wars,
between father and son,
despite the manhood lore,
its just not fun.
Keep the spirit,
Deask' *lil' smile*
ps. end the conflict, its just not worth it
From jujubee@yabbs Fri Apr 1 08:54:31 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: untitled
Date: Fri Apr 1 08:54:31 1994
my mother committed suicide
when i was three
left me alone. . .
and i've been alone ever since
From jujubee@yabbs Fri Apr 1 09:10:56 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: <no title>
Date: Fri Apr 1 09:10:56 1994
don't be alarmed, ppl--it's only a poem!
*jujubee*
From Cat@yabbs Fri Apr 1 09:27:59 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Fri Apr 1 09:27:59 1994
In message <no title>, jujubee said:
> don't be alarmed, ppl--it's only a poem!
>
:) That was cool juju! I liked how you posted it and didn't throw in the
don't be alarmed post afterwards. Quite a nice dramatic touch. :)
:applauds and throws roses at juju
*hugs*
-tammie
From Cat@yabbs Fri Apr 1 09:31:51 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Fri Apr 1 09:31:51 1994
In message re: <no title>, Cat said:
> don't be alarmed post afterwards. Quite a nice dramatic touch. :)
Throw the word "until" in between "post" and "afterwards". :0 Sorry
for the confusion. Silly Cat. :)
From jujubee@yabbs Fri Apr 1 09:39:12 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: thanx
Date: Fri Apr 1 09:39:12 1994
thanx, Cat...that was my stab at poetry...short, but packed w/meaning
jujubee
From Xela@yabbs Fri Apr 1 13:49:54 1994
From: Xela@yabbs
To: maedhros@yabbs
Subject: re: Boomers
Date: Fri Apr 1 13:49:54 1994
Oh man I nearly fell out of my chair I was laughing so hard.... excuse me
while I wipe the tears from my eyes...
hehehe
-Alex
From Destiny@yabbs Fri Apr 1 15:11:55 1994
From: Destiny@yabbs
To: Deaska@yabbs
Subject: poem
Date: Fri Apr 1 15:11:55 1994
*blink*
-Dest'
From Destiny@yabbs Fri Apr 1 15:15:35 1994
From: Destiny@yabbs
To: maedhros@yabbs
Subject: re: Boomers
Date: Fri Apr 1 15:15:35 1994
I like it :)
-Dest'
From Deaska@yabbs Fri Apr 1 20:14:18 1994
From: Deaska@yabbs
To: maedhros@yabbs
Subject: re: Boomers
Date: Fri Apr 1 20:14:18 1994
oh maaaaan, that was like, kewl
:)
D'sta :)
From laelth@yabbs Sat Apr 2 03:37:39 1994
From: laelth@yabbs
To: Deaska@yabbs
Subject: re: jus a small one
Date: Sat Apr 2 03:37:39 1994
It hurts me to repeat this, but it seems relevant. A teacher, one that I
respect, once told me:
"There can be no peace, so long as there is injustice."
From laelth@yabbs Sat Apr 2 03:42:07 1994
From: laelth@yabbs
To: maedhros@yabbs
Subject: re: Boomers
Date: Sat Apr 2 03:42:07 1994
Very nice, Maedhros. I couldn't agree more.
However, in defense of those BMW driving suburbanites, a few of them went
to graduate school and became college professors, and though they didn't
quite "practice" the Woodstock ideals, they passed them on to their
students. I know, I've taken a few of their classes.
-laelth
From BlueMax@yabbs Sat Apr 2 08:18:18 1994
From: BlueMax@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: ...
Date: Sat Apr 2 08:18:18 1994
Perfect,
Like a crystal ball,
Refelecting strange but true images...
Like a rose on the vine,
Beutiful but thorned...
Like the sun,
Warm but so far away...
8Dec92
'Drew...
From rick@yabbs Sun Apr 3 03:01:37 1994
From: rick@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: out look
Date: Sun Apr 3 03:01:37 1994
I've seen the beginning of one life and the end of another.
I believe we should be able to change the way we go to the spirit
world....
If i can not go the way of the warrior
then the spirit world has no place for me...
Sickness
shall not take me untill I remove some of the sickness in this life...
to all who oppose me I say
face me as a man should
and we shall part as brothers....
all comments welcome
thank you
From jujubee@yabbs Sun Apr 3 11:23:29 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: rick@yabbs
Subject: re: out look
Date: Sun Apr 3 11:23:29 1994
hmmm...well, i'd like to leave peacefully if i had my choice...
From ac|dc@yabbs Sun Apr 3 22:17:09 1994
From: ac|dc@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: <no title>
Date: Sun Apr 3 22:17:09 1994
hhmm..creative writing is cool...I like to write stuff sometimes. Maybe I
should post some of it here...well, I guess I'l start with a small liitle
rhyme I made up using songs from U2...all songs are in CAPS..
Whenever I see here I wanna shout and sing,
'cause she's EVEN BETTER THAN THE REAL THING.
Given up all thinking and contemplation
'cause my head's like a ZOO STATION
ULTRAVIOLET LIGHT MY WAY to your kindness
yes it's true that LOVE IS BLINDNESS
Let me in, can't you see my DESIRE?
It burns in me like THE UNFORGETTABLE FIRE
You know you're the ONE, but you left me to play the fool.
Your MYSTERIOUS WAYS are oh so cruel
Now I'm feeling blue and lame
You left me where THE STREETS HAVE NO NAME
Now I must go knocking from door to door
'cause I STILL HAVEN'T FOUND WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR
When you're TRYIN' TO THROW YOUR ARMS AROUND THE WORLD
sometimes push comes to shove
So maybe I'll just give up my PRIDE(IN THE NAME OF LOVE)...
%YOU SAID NO BEFORE, THEN YOU SAID MAYBE
%BUT YOU'LL GIVE A DEFINITE YES
%WITH ONE LISTEN TO ACHTUNG BABY....
well, there it is. Crude, yes I know. but I wrote in a couple of hours.
anyway, let me know what you think. If you all like it, I'll post more.
If not, well, I'll keep it for myself.......AC/DC
From Charon@yabbs Sun Apr 3 23:47:21 1994
From: Charon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: ferryman
Date: Sun Apr 3 23:47:21 1994
on a dark summmer night,
when he came to my room..
he brought news of hate,
he brought news of doom...
as his bony white hand,
drew the light from my haven
like the evrlasting dove,
sucked away by a raven..
he spoke to me
in a hypnotic voice
i followed his words,
i really had no choice.
"come closer my boy..
come closer and see....
i mean not to hurt you"
he spoke unto me...
"i have come for your body..
i have come for your tears...
take my hand little boy..
disregard all your fears.."
As he spoke on to me,
of wants and desires,
i found myself reaching,
for the king of alll liars.
"take my hand you fool!
come ride the wind on my back,
and the blackness of night,
i ahve the soul that you lack!"
as i listened to his call,
as i was drawn to his might,
i let him do the hearing,
for he took all my sight.
"i will love you my boy,
take a ride on the ship,
across this small river,
with a kiss on the lip.
a small price to pay,
for theses wonders i give,
for who needs a soul,
you do not need to live..."
as i sat and i wondered,
what secrets lay on the shore,
of the opposite bank,
inside the unknown door..
"i know what you think,
you fear the unknown...
but i am with you...
and i NEVER sail alone....
as i got on the boat,
i heard a whisper in my head...
i recall it all now....
"too bad you're dead"........
FERRYMAN
-Charon-
From rick@yabbs Mon Apr 4 00:19:20 1994
From: rick@yabbs
To: Charon@yabbs
Subject: re: ferryman
Date: Mon Apr 4 00:19:20 1994
long live charon!!!!!!
From Destiny@yabbs Mon Apr 4 08:52:51 1994
From: Destiny@yabbs
To: Charon@yabbs
Subject: re: ferryman
Date: Mon Apr 4 08:52:51 1994
ohhhhhhhh....I-like- it :) -Dest'
From ac|dc@yabbs Mon Apr 4 09:05:00 1994
From: ac|dc@yabbs
To: Charon@yabbs
Subject: re: ferryman
Date: Mon Apr 4 09:05:00 1994
WOW....that was unbelieveable.....really awesome.......
From Cat@yabbs Mon Apr 4 09:52:41 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: Charon@yabbs
Subject: re: ferryman
Date: Mon Apr 4 09:52:41 1994
I liked that one an awful lot Charon, best one I've read by you so far I
think. The last stanza was the real kicker. I love poems that have
endings like that-they surprise you and really make you think. :)
Kudos to Charon. :)
:stands up, applauds and throws more roses
-TammieCat
From Charon@yabbs Tue Apr 5 00:11:14 1994
From: Charon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: <no title>
Date: Tue Apr 5 00:11:14 1994
YOU
---
I can't believe you let me,
every day of evry year
you led me astray, and held me hand,
through all the smiles and all the tears
I trusted you
to guide my path
now i'm left alone
to feel your wrath
In a spot of secret
and a flock of lies
my body sits,
under starry skies
down in the catacomb,
and a step to the right,
for this is the place,
where i ended my flight...
How could you do it?
when it was meant to be,
You took just two..
and split them in three.
Oh..the grey inside,
and blackness of soul
where my body's a puppet,
and my eyes black as coal
Why did You?
when i trusted the serpent,
and danced with the Prince,
when you left me like that,
I haven't been the same since.....
-Charon-
From Deaska@yabbs Tue Apr 5 00:50:41 1994
From: Deaska@yabbs
To: Charon@yabbs
Subject: ...
Date: Tue Apr 5 00:50:41 1994
ohmigod... Charon, that is wild, totally unleashed stuff... love it!!!
are you published? god, you should be!
Rich *still speechless*
From Lacey@yabbs Tue Apr 5 00:55:34 1994
From: Lacey@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Life and...
Date: Tue Apr 5 00:55:34 1994
Close your eyes and imagine life.
Close your eyes and think of what it could be like.
Close your eyes and wonder what the future holds.
Close your eyes and think of life and...
Dream of what was and what could be.
Dream of the things that you've never known.
Dream of what the future might hold.
Dream of life and...
There is no way to justify not living.
There is no way to forget.
There is no way to not go on.
There is no way out of life and...
Remeber those who have lived for you.
Remember those who have cared.
Remember those who have loved you forever.
Remember they were there.
We can't bring you back and we can't forget.
We can only remember.
We think of what life has to offer and though it may not be the best,
We think of life and...
Lacey
This is a poem written to a sixteen year old boy who committed suicide
because he didn't think much of life.
From BlueMax@yabbs Tue Apr 5 01:02:03 1994
From: BlueMax@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: ...
Date: Tue Apr 5 01:02:03 1994
Beautiful....
Your name is a song that stirs my heat to flame,
Your face is the rising sun blessing spring flowers with it's strong
rays,
Your Skin is a smooth winter lake warmed by unseen currents, refelecting
the light of a full moon,
Your eyes are a mystery, great in depth, alwase roveing, beautiful...
'drew...
8dec92
From Ralphie@yabbs Tue Apr 5 03:52:17 1994
From: Ralphie@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Sunset
Date: Tue Apr 5 03:52:17 1994
The clouds are dark now but they were so red.
The color of a lover alone.
Not a blood red or rose,
But a blush wine shared by two.
The mountains are dark now but they were so high.
Reaching into the sky for another.
Like a lost man reaching for his lover,
And yet they stand alone.
The sky is dark now but is was so blue.
The color of calm and security I feel when I'm in your arms.
A bold blue which shows the strength and caring,
Which only you can give.
And yet, while all is dark when night falls,
I long to be with you.
Sharing even the darkness, makes my life bright again,
As long as I share it with you.
Sunset, Summer 1993 at Philmont Scout Ranch.
line two should be love not lover but it still works.
From Deaska@yabbs Tue Apr 5 11:39:34 1994
From: Deaska@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Email mailing list
Date: Tue Apr 5 11:39:34 1994
Hiya all, tis me :)
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From Destiny@yabbs Tue Apr 5 14:59:35 1994
From: Destiny@yabbs
To: Deaska@yabbs
Subject: hmm...
Date: Tue Apr 5 14:59:35 1994
Free advertising???? *nudge*
-Dest'
From jujubee@yabbs Tue Apr 5 17:58:07 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Charon@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Tue Apr 5 17:58:07 1994
i like that one....
From Deaska@yabbs Wed Apr 6 07:49:21 1994
From: Deaska@yabbs
To: Destiny@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Wed Apr 6 07:49:21 1994
*hug* yup :)
there's some great artists on here...
Deask' *squeezin' ya Dest*
From Phain@yabbs Wed Apr 6 08:27:44 1994
From: Phain@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Wed Apr 6 08:27:44 1994
A sullen place
Barren
Aged with careless time
careless thought.
A wasteland of thought
where idea is the only fabric rent
And overflowal is a sudden end
A quick escape
A door.
and i ?
i am simply me.
A number here
a statistic
a random blur of ones and zeros
etched across the pathways of light and time
across the iris of my counterparts in this maze of text
a brief interlude to be read, skimmed or skipped
at the touch of a key.
All is random here
At the crossroads.
All is synthetic in these halls of loss and number.
My eyes laden with cares of old, i reach out
and imagine.
011010001011110101000101000101010000101011110101000101
- Phain
From aztec260@yabbs Wed Apr 6 10:08:38 1994
From: aztec260@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: ra
Date: Wed Apr 6 10:08:38 1994
Razor Angels
Shapes move outside in the crowd.
There is aways a crowd
I get dressed shave and wash,
and I'm out, moving in and out of the flesh.
the meat that is aways moving.
no one ever stops moving,
Makes an easy target.
Dim lights and brite neon flare out from both sides.
Same shit always, never changes, moving all the time.
no one gives a fuck, no care at all.
Always moving...
junkies
Methheads
Punks
Phreaks
Some asshole thief with fingers always moving too.
People just don't care...as long as you don't spill blood on them.
Never know when some punk wanna do you.
Never know when someone's sights are flashing across your spine.
Last thing you'll see is everyone hit the pavement,
As some stiff behind you points out the beam on your skull.
Street kids weave in and out of allys, chasing each other with razors.
Spotlights of the urban flash litter the sky.
Foot soldiers or police as they call themselves walk blind,
While some bits beat a shopkeeper who is down on his pay.
Everyones blind, deaf, and dumb, don't wanna be on a shit list.
Money,
Drugs,
Sex.
That's what runs this pit.
Everyone wants to move up.
Step on your back.
Cut you all up
Slice, Slice real quite like.
Who the fuck cares...not me.
Because if I stop to care, it will be me.
Kids move like angels thru the shadowed streets....
Glemming little razors sprayed with dried blood.
Someone who cared tried to stop them.
Someone who cared died.
From Destiny@yabbs Wed Apr 6 21:42:44 1994
From: Destiny@yabbs
To: aztec260@yabbs
Subject: Razor Angels
Date: Wed Apr 6 21:42:44 1994
Whoa........
From Natalie@yabbs Wed Apr 6 23:42:08 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: anudder sonnet
Date: Wed Apr 6 23:42:08 1994
SONNET 2
Curling in his flesh it engulfs him, ties
him to me. The entrapment is complete.
Now, I can begin my work on his mind,
changing it to suit my purposes. And
he will never know, for he is stupid,
dazzled by the beauty he sees before
him. I laugh quietly, eyes narrowing
in anger and in sorrow--I wish I
didn't have to do this but always I
do. It's in my nature to kill the ones
I love, they are just so much dead weight--
once they admit it, the thrill is always
gone. Gone, gone. I look in the silver glass,
and I break it, killing myself with it.
oh poopy. pasting text is weird here. oh well.
*sigh* enjoy kiddies :)
Natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Wed Apr 6 23:44:15 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: aztec260@yabbs
Subject: re: ra
Date: Wed Apr 6 23:44:15 1994
wow....this is really good...
I like your imagery a lot...i wish I had images as powerful and as moving
as these are. wow wow wow wow *grin*
Natalie
From robtelee@yabbs Wed Apr 6 23:56:39 1994
From: robtelee@yabbs
To: aztec260@yabbs
Subject: comments
Date: Wed Apr 6 23:56:39 1994
Powerful stuff....I've seen it...
From BlueMax@yabbs Thu Apr 7 04:14:04 1994
From: BlueMax@yabbs
To: aztec260@yabbs
Subject: re: ra
Date: Thu Apr 7 04:14:04 1994
cool....very modern, in a cyberpunc sorta way.....
From aztec260@yabbs Thu Apr 7 11:40:15 1994
From: aztec260@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: well done
Date: Thu Apr 7 11:40:15 1994
Thank you ever much.
I have just joined this board and am very impressed with this
message base. Most bases that I have seen that deal with poetry and
creative writing everone talks about published works and never writes
anything themselves. all work that I see here is some of the most
moving, deeply imagnative and inspiring work I have ever come
across.
Thank you for letting me join in.
From aztec260@yabbs Thu Apr 7 12:11:21 1994
From: aztec260@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: magic
Date: Thu Apr 7 12:11:21 1994
I Sell the Magic
I sell the magic
A little bit of your dreams
A place to go and hide
I sell the magic
i can give you anything you want
Love
Hate
Sex
Happiness
I sell the magic
The magic that'll make you immortal
The magic that'll make you fly
I sell the high
I sell the magic
No one is to small
to old
to rich
There is no social class in my mix
I sell the magic
dime bags
quarters
an once
I sell the magic
one rock
one shot
a drop
or a line
I sell the magic
For a price
You want a sample
Skip down the block
I don't loan shit here
You gotta buy
I sell the magic
Don't you forget
I make dreams happen
I sell the magic
From Nickolai@yabbs Thu Apr 7 16:54:52 1994
From: Nickolai@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: poem
Date: Thu Apr 7 16:54:52 1994
hmmm..... I wonder.....
From Ant@yabbs Fri Apr 8 18:11:46 1994
From: Ant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Death
Date: Fri Apr 8 18:11:46 1994
The white walls encase me and
I rail against them, trying to get out
It's been this way since the funeral.
I'm not really dead.
And I scream hollowly
As they lower the coffin into the grave.
Natalie
From Ant@yabbs Fri Apr 8 18:20:58 1994
From: Ant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Yeats
Date: Fri Apr 8 18:20:58 1994
On reading "The Second Coming"
Swirling red sands shift
across the scalded landscape,
obscuring my vision and
blinding me to the Sphinx, slowly
shifting it's slow thighs and rising
to its lion's feet, head of man
looking about in semi concealed
disbelief
"Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world."
Hordes of warriors
march across the land
obliterating all in sight
the bright blood of the boys
sent to fight another's war.
"The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity."
Bitterness is in my mouth
I see that the world is how it is
and nothing I do will change it.
My dreams are dead and they will never
become a phoenix in the skies
of my mind.
Yeats was right.
Ant/Natalie
Yeats is my favorite poet, and "The Second Coming" is my favorite poem. I
think it says a lot about the condition of the world today...a lot of my
dreams won't be able to come true because of previous generations and
those who are in power right now, and quite frankly, I'm pissed. *grin* I
don't know if I will be able to change things or not...I wrote this poem
on a bad day (I write all my poetry on bad days), so I'm really not that
pessimistic. Really. :)
From Charon@yabbs Fri Apr 8 19:18:00 1994
From: Charon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: NEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Date: Fri Apr 8 19:18:00 1994
DARK?
Why is love a maze, and a toil of darkened dream?
that twists and turns, into not what it seems
Why can't love be a flower, that blooms in the sun?
Why is love a shadow, forever on the run?
Why is love confusing, a dazzling web of lies,
Why is love left stranded, to dance among the flies?
Why is love shown red, when all i see is black?
Why is love about giving, when i never get it back?
How can love be true, forever etched in stone,
How can love be shared, when i am always so alone?
Who can dea; with love, but the confident and strong?
Who is there to love, for my only love was wrong.
When does love attack, or sail upon the sea?
When is love for us, and when does love choose me?
Can love be at my side, or follow at my heel?
or how about in my pocket, for only me to feel?
Can love be the darkness, that i carry on my back?
or maybe love's the light, that i always seem to lack.....
-Charon-
From jujubee@yabbs Sat Apr 9 00:27:15 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Ant@yabbs
Subject: re: Death
Date: Sat Apr 9 00:27:15 1994
hmmmm...my sentiments exactly, Nat.....
From jujubee@yabbs Sat Apr 9 00:30:17 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Charon@yabbs
Subject: re: NEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Date: Sat Apr 9 00:30:17 1994
remind me about this poem the next time we chat...
From Kirkland@yabbs Sat Apr 9 11:42:34 1994
From: Kirkland@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Fade to Nothing
Date: Sat Apr 9 11:42:34 1994
Time has not been kind.
I have enterred uncharted territory,
lost and alone-
with only unfamiliar stars to guide me.
I have lost sight of the heroes
and have been reduced to fading away.
Diminuendo niente.
Fade to nothing.
I wish to pick up my sword
and fight once again for glory and honor,
but my arm has grown tired,
and my soul doesn't shine so pure.
I can no longer take up arms
for my only oppressor is myself.
My battle was lost
long before I knew it was fought.
Angel of Mercy. Angel of Death.
She gently caresses my temple,
whispers my name into my ear,
then kisses me with lips
as soft as rose... petals?
3-22-94/12:48.56 P.M. -Kirkland
From Kirkland@yabbs Sat Apr 9 11:54:24 1994
From: Kirkland@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: This Masterpiece
Date: Sat Apr 9 11:54:24 1994
I rode west.
The motorcycle was as one with the road as I crossed the plains.
The wind is whipping through my hair.
The sun is high in the sky.
My leather jacket bakes from the heat- like the road.
Ponytail? ...nahh.
Sunglasses with no glare from the road.
Yellow lines, dashes, dashes, lines, dashes.
Lines.
I am headed for the hills for I know love can be found there.
The sun goes down.
The moon is full and my tank is empty.
Fuel- for bike and man.
I light up a cigarette and take a drag.
Image is everything.
I cough and drop the smoke; smash it with a toe.
Image is nothing.
I gun the accelerator and am off.
Gas station left in the dust, duty fulfilled.
Passing lane- don't do it, it's a trick.
Patience...
a virtue, the key, a calmness... hmmm.
Trees line the road.
I like trees.
It's getting cold.
I could stop and rest, but I won't.
Midnight.
The air is so quiet; the engine roar so pure.
I am lost in the night's embrace as the road ribbons through the hills.
I look up.
Stars... windows to heaven.
"Hi, God."
[ I wave ]
- - - - -
(I got done writing this and said, "Now what should I call this
masterpiece?" And so it went.)
The last poem (Fade2Not) was a little dreary so I hope this cheers you up.
-Kirkland
From Nemesis@yabbs Sun Apr 10 01:31:17 1994
From: Nemesis@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: poetic attempt
Date: Sun Apr 10 01:31:17 1994
How I feel when she's near is hard to describe.
The Love that I fear I see in her eyes.
I want to go get it, yet I'm too afraid of change.
These mixed up emotions do make me feel strange.
I must have the courage to stand up and fight,
Like a stong man should, like a valiant knight.
Yet, action is not yielded from these words that I write.
Once again I am lonely, living in spite.
From Ant@yabbs Sun Apr 10 03:31:50 1994
From: Ant@yabbs
To: Nemesis@yabbs
Subject: re: poetic attempt
Date: Sun Apr 10 03:31:50 1994
RHYMED IAMBIC PENTAMETER!!! I'm glad to see I'm not the only one who
attempts it... *grin* I really liked this...your meter's real good (as
compared to mine, which is weak at best). I like this :)
ANT
From Lacey@yabbs Mon Apr 11 03:52:22 1994
From: Lacey@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Dreams
Date: Mon Apr 11 03:52:22 1994
DREAMS
A dream come true is a fantasy fulfilled.
A dream come true is a feeling of hope
A dream come true is a feeling of joy
A dream come true is a feeling of love
A dream come true is a feeling of accomplishment
A dream come true is what makes life worth living.
Dream of money and success
Dream of traveling to some far off place
Dream of a family and a white picket fence
Dream of what makes you happy.
A dream only needs to be something that makes you happy.
A dream only needs to be a ray of hope in your life.
Dreams have a way of making the dreary look bright and the sad feel happy
It doesn't matter what the dream might be as long as its your dream.
Dreams are the part of life that we should never give up.
A dream today is a hope for tomorrow.
A dream today paves the road for the future.
Dreams are what we allow them to be.
If they are to come true then we must believe that these dreams will one
day come true.
There is no other way to live your life.
Without a dream you may have nothing.
Thanks for reading! :)
Lacey
From anonimus@yabbs Mon Apr 11 14:46:59 1994
From: anonimus@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: <no title>
Date: Mon Apr 11 14:46:59 1994
Manic Depression on a Full Moon
Charlotte walks in the light of the stars.
I notice her coming towards me
Out of the corner of my mind,
And I am tense.
She stops in my presence.
"How is your garden?" I ask,
Not expecting her to answer.
"Oh, fine..." she sighs, and takes a step closer.
*Does she have a knife?*
Her long, limp hair is dragged by the breeze--
It bothers her as much as it does me.
"Why do you ask, Brother?"
She is nearer now and can read my mind.
"Because you are usually gardening when the moon is full."
But she only heard the truth:
*Because you are crazy and I don't know what else to say.*
Her moon-white gown is limp, too,
And her bare ankles are scratched by thorns.
I know her well, and she has come
to either hear my worldly confessions
or to take my life.
From Natalie@yabbs Mon Apr 11 15:50:02 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: anonimus@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Mon Apr 11 15:50:02 1994
cool cool cool :) Nice images :)
Natalie
From jujubee@yabbs Mon Apr 11 22:08:33 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: anonimus@yabbs
Subject: manic depression...
Date: Mon Apr 11 22:08:33 1994
now there's a twist! poetry w/dialogue....i like it!
From Natalie@yabbs Mon Apr 11 22:53:01 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: re: manic depression...
Date: Mon Apr 11 22:53:01 1994
This is the first decent sex scene I've ever written. I'd like comments
on it, please please please. It would make me very happy to have comments
for this.
Dearest Love,
Every night I lay here in my bed and remember the time we spent
together. I remember every detail. Every kiss, every touch, every
fervently whispered word. ANd it seems so odd that I had never thought of
you or myself in such a way before. I was beautiful that day, you made me
beautiful. I will remember that.
You walked up to me in the park, and sat down. I was reading a book.
You took the book from me and looked into my eyes. We had met before, but
never quite like this. There was an attraction between us that I had
never felt before. You looked around, to see if anyone was looking. I
didn't know why you cared who saw. I do now. But then, I didn't think.
All I knew was that you were kissing me, and I was kissing you back. Then
your hands were touching my arms, moving up to my shoulders and around to
my back. I reached up and twisted my hand in your long dark hair. It was
like silk in my hand, slippery and smooth and soft. YOu pulled me to and
I lost my balance and fell on top of you. The feel of your body and your
arousal on me made me feel...I don't have the words. You rolled me
beneath you and I was even more excited to feel your skin on mine. I
tugged at your dark shirt and put my hands on your back. Your skin was
warm to my touch, I could feel the muscles moving under my fingers. Your
hands moved to my hair, holding me to you. I wanted to stay this way
forever. Then, when I didn't think it could get any better, one of your
hands caressed my cheek and landed on my shoulder. Then you were pulling
at my shirt, and I heard a noise deep in your throat as your hand snuck up
the back of my shirt and touched my skin. I felt my heart begin to beat
faster as your hand slowly, too slowly, unhooked my bra. I wanted you to
touch my breasts. I wanted to feel beautiful. I wanted you to think I
was beautiful. I wanted to be beautiful. Your rough gentle hand
deliberately caressed my breast. I could feel the tension in you, as you
tried to go slowly. But I didn't want you to be slow or careful or to
think about what you were doing. I justwanted to feel everything I could
feel; that I had ever dreamt about feeling. You paused for a moment and
took your shirt off. I looked at you. You were beautiful, more beautiful
than I had imagined. You leaned back and pulled my shirt off. I blushed.
You told me not to be embarassed, no one could see us. We were
surrounded by bushes and trees. I wondered how you knew I was here. You
told me you knew such things. Then you kissed me again. And both your
rough gentle hands held me down and slowly touched me. I dug my nails
into your back and I heard you moan. Then you were unfastening my jeans.
And I was fumbling with your belt. You peeled my jeans off my legs, I
felt the sun on my thighs. I wasn't wearing any underwear. You laughed
when you discovered that. I blushed. You touched my cheek, my lips, my
nipples. I slowly pulled your pants off, then looked away. I didn't want
to see it. I had a phobia. I whispered it to you, you sais you
understood. But I still wanted you, and I told you that too. You smiled
a secret smile at me. I shyly smiled back. Then, you were pulling my
legs apart, and you looked at me. I slowly slowly slowly nodded. Then I
couldn't think anymore. All I knew was that I didn't want you to stop but
I didn't think I could survive much more. As I thought I was going to
die, I felt you in me. You shifted your weight on top of me. I gasped.
I moved my hips, feeling you grind into me, and then I couldn't feel
anymore. I was in sensory overload. You collapsed on top of me. I
breathed in and out. I was sweating. Your weight was comfortable on top
of me. Then, you stood up and yanked your pants up. Bending over, you
kissed me one last time as you picked your shirt up. Then you left me.
I haven't seen you sincethen, I've looked everywhere. But you
disappeared. No one has seen you. I sometimes wonder if you were just a
figment of my imagination. Yes, I think that is it, I made you up. You
exist on the other side from me. You are waiting for me on that
other side. I know you are. I see you in my dreams, beckoning, kissing,
loving me. I want to be with you. Which is why I make this decision.
Better to be with you and be happy than to be in this world and be no one.
You made me think I was someone, then you disappeared. I hate you for
that, but I want to believe that again. So I make this choice. You can't
fault me for this choice no more than I can fault you for you choice to
stay away from this world.
For I know that I am more than half in love with easeful Death, and I
know he is in love with me........
FIN
Natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Tue Apr 12 02:04:31 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Hellion@yabbs
Subject: re: manic depression...
Date: Tue Apr 12 02:04:31 1994
Wow, hellion, that was great. That was a spur of the momentt thing? Geez,
I have to fight to get my poetry out....
Don't we all feel like that sometimes though?
Hmmm...do you have any suggestions for whatI could do to make my scene
better? Do I use the word beautiful too much (I use it 7 times...I
counted)? *grin*
Talk to you later
Natalie
From Hellion@yabbs Tue Apr 12 02:39:45 1994
From: Hellion@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: Words
Date: Tue Apr 12 02:39:45 1994
In message re: manic depression..., Natalie said:
> Hmmm...do you have any suggestions for whatI could do to make my scene
> better? Do I use the word beautiful too much (I use it 7 times...I
> counted)? *grin*
I guess that it depends. If this is a romantic scene *like I
_think_ you were trying* then beautiful was just fine, if it were more
towards the sex thing the words erotic and *I know a cliche* sexy might
have worked better. Kirkland *who is on very little* has actually
written a book with poetry and prose *I am in it too :) * maybe he might
want to respond. I'll let him know.
Later all
-- Hellion ( look it up in the dictionary, it is my
exact oppisite :)
From Charon@yabbs Tue Apr 12 15:27:18 1994
From: Charon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: sanctity
Date: Tue Apr 12 15:27:18 1994
When the houses creak,
and the windows turn,
the clouds run dark,
and the shadows burn.
While on yonder moon,
the hearts will yearn..
The stars shine bright,
on reflecting lake,
as the sun creeps up,
on the river's wake.
As the birds sing free,
the dawn does break.
The wolves of morn,
lick their lips on her thigh,
and the bats watch intently,
as her body floats by..
So naked and free..
The trees start to cry..
-Charon-
From Charon@yabbs Tue Apr 12 15:39:22 1994
From: Charon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: ODE TO INSANITY
Date: Tue Apr 12 15:39:22 1994
As a young child, he sat, in the dark, in a room, with a solitary
candle. The shadows dance with temptation as they silently whisper evil
thoughts. The evil thoughts grab hold, and rip open the heart of the child
and begin to swallow his entire being, his SOUL. The LOVE turned to HATE,
the JOY to DESPAIR, the beauty to none, and his true love to his fatal
enemy. The child is depressed and truely alone. Not a soul who cares, not
a soul who dares....to touch him. His face draws down and a devilish smile
is seen on his lips, dripping scarlet obsession, in a frenzy of madness.
The fire's of Hell are burning in his soul, and escaping through portals
known as eyes. Eyes black as coal and cold as ice. He has lost his love,
or so he thought. The demons have ripped out his will to love, and with
that, his feeling of love. She was innocent, She was beautiful, but most
important, she was one of THEM, just as evil has the child has become. She
loved, but disguised it, She cared, but denied it. She was the demon who
carved the hole in the child's heart. A gateway for evil, a door for the
insane. Evil pulsing through his body, and collecting in his brain....
-Charon-
From Charon@yabbs Tue Apr 12 15:51:34 1994
From: Charon@yabbs
To: Charon@yabbs
Subject: Charon
Date: Tue Apr 12 15:51:34 1994
When the volcano roars,
and trumpets on third,
they are caught in your throats..
and never to be heard.
When a blade of steel,
slices down through the air,
the knife cannot feel,
the knife does not care..
When a soul is set free,
to roam as they please,
a person begs for their life,
oh..begs on their knees..
As i sit down to write,
a scream hits my ears,
to echo beliefs,
and confirm all my fears.
As i lay down
On the darkest of nights,
i think of the hate,
and i dream of my light....
-Charon-
From jujubee@yabbs Wed Apr 13 00:00:08 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Charon@yabbs
Subject: re: Charon
Date: Wed Apr 13 00:00:08 1994
final stanza...first line...meter flow not quite even...try to insert
"myself" between "lay" and "down"...how does that sound to you???
i think it flows more smoothly.....but that's just my opinion....
*wink*
From jujubee@yabbs Wed Apr 13 00:02:01 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Charon@yabbs
Subject: re: ODE TO INSANITY
Date: Wed Apr 13 00:02:01 1994
yipes! i hope i never meet up w/this fellow! if i do, i hope there's
someone around to save me! hehehe
From Phain@yabbs Wed Apr 13 08:05:12 1994
From: Phain@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: The Lost
Date: Wed Apr 13 08:05:12 1994
wasted on the corner
the neon catches for a moment in your eye
then moves on again, your gaze shifting
searching, glassy and wanton
for truth, you say.
alterations kill the soul in their subtlety
though you can't begin to know
least of all now.
life has escaped you for a moment
you are the walking dead
shambling about, risen from the earth
your rotten teeth gnaw at ties once held sacred
in death's shadow
you have chosen the role of the stranger
yes, i suppose you have escaped,
turning your back on oblivion
(but also on me).
bask well in your Pride
now drunk and swolen.
marks once hidden become points of pride
bits of discolored vanity.
a braggart of the world you discovered
without regret of worlds you left behind
-Phain
From Kirkland@yabbs Wed Apr 13 15:52:34 1994
From: Kirkland@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: Let's talk about sex...
Date: Wed Apr 13 15:52:34 1994
(Hellion lies...I'm practiaclly a virgin. NOT!)
Oh, well, since he put me up to it...
One of the hardest images to convey is the emotion of sex.
I used to think it was just an act, but once you think of it as a feeling
you can begin to explain it-- not just experience the physical sense.
You can bring up memories in other people, shared experiences, fond
remembrances, etc. Sure, everyone wants to read a "good fuck scene", but
there's more to it than that. You need to drag their feelings and
emotions into the story, not just their loins and hormones.
There are three types of sex stories: 1) The professional writer's,
2) The amatuer's and 3) The pornographic.
They all work, but in different ways.
The pornographic is designed to get you all hot and sweaty, sporting
wood
if you're male, breathy if you're female. That's what it's all about.
It's primal, it's dirty, it's nasty. It's what we all want to do once
(and some all the time), but it's meant to make your body react, with just
a little imagination because it leaves little to your imagination.
The professional writers have been writing about sex since they knew
what their thingies did. They have written about sex so many times and in
so many ways it comes naturally. Personally, you can only read so many
Harlequins (which I don't read-- I'm male) before the sex scenes are just
one more scene in the book. I think the overuse, the flowery words, have
just lost their glamor. It works time and time again, but their version
of a sex scene doesn't have you breathing all that heavy.
Then there's the amatuer. Everyone else fits in this group. You fall
into the good amatuer group because your story doegive a certain sense of
urgency. Longer sentences add to the dreaminess.
You have the "correct" progression of moves. You have good details
throughout. You give your thoughts. You give your emotions-- and that is
why it works.
You can write a hundred sex stories and none of them would be as good
as
this one because it was your first. (Kinda like sex-- you will always
remember your first time). It's stilted, it's direct, it tells what you
felt. If it flowed it would be bullshit. You think that you need points
on how to make it better? Read it again, and this time let yourself
experience the same emotions you're trying to evoke in others. Don't look
at it as "what I wrote" but as "what I experienced". It might be better
than you thought.
No, you used beautiful about as much as you'd want to, you're still
okay. You write quite well and have a good future in it. (I know--
critique me, tell me what I should change, not what I do right.)
The only thing I can suggest is that you don't change it too much.
I was once told that to write a really good story one had to write it
twice
and put the best of both together to form the best version. This would
kill the innocence of the story. It works because it is so personal. If
this
is what it takes to be an amatuer, there's nothing wrong with being an
amatuer. Hell, I enjoy being one. Professional or not, you did a fine
job.
-Kirkland
From Natalie@yabbs Wed Apr 13 16:11:47 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Kirkland@yabbs
Subject: re: Let's talk about sex...
Date: Wed Apr 13 16:11:47 1994
Thanks a lot...that scene was *very* difficult for me to write. I've
read one too many romance novel (*blush*) to be comfortable using the
kinds of words they use. So I had to find words I *could* use. That was
the most difficult part. Finding the correct words... I think that's the
hardest part about writing anything, finding the words. For me anyhow. I
can know exactly what will happen, but I won't know how to put it on
screen in the right way (I write on the computer, I can't use paper), the
way that will convey what I want the reader to feel. So I often get
bogged down in revisions (which I hate doing), or the story slowly dies on
me. This was the first thing I had finished in a month or so... I don't
know about the words though, there's some words I can use, there's some I
can't...I have sworn to *never* use the word thrrobbing in any kind of
serious context. Or heaving. I just can't. The words have to speak to
me somehow before I can arrange them, rearrange them. When I start
writing, and I can feel the words, and I can arrange them in the right
way, I get the most incredible high...do you know what I'm trying to
explain here? Well, anyhow, that's my two cents on the matter :)
--Natalie--
From jujubee@yabbs Wed Apr 13 16:33:17 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: Let's talk about sex...
Date: Wed Apr 13 16:33:17 1994
how bout the words "gyrating" or "pulsating"??? hehehe...j/k
jujubee
From Natalie@yabbs Wed Apr 13 16:40:12 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: re: Let's talk about sex...
Date: Wed Apr 13 16:40:12 1994
i think "gyrating" and "pulsating" are really great words to use...
*smirk* I'm gonna use them in my revision... *snigger*
Natalie
From Kirkland@yabbs Wed Apr 13 16:46:28 1994
From: Kirkland@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: A Summer Rain
Date: Wed Apr 13 16:46:28 1994
It had been a mercilessly long and hot day with the approaching cold front
finally pushing its way through the humid air, bringing a much awaited
thunderstorm. The rain would begin with a quick downpour, then a steady
shower to last through the night. The first drops are felt just a few
miles to the west of here, but the rain has yet to hit...
I grabbed at her tight little butt with both hands and squeezed double
handfuls of her ass. She let loose a purely sexual squeak and pounced on
me, driving her fingernails into my back and shoving her tongue through my
open lips. I tossed her on the hood of my car and she started to purr
like a content cat after a hard day's work. Thunder rolled in the
distance and it was cooling off just fast enough for her to have
goosebumps all over her body.
A hand upon my crotch and a look of longing drove me to that low
neckline. Her tanktop bit the dust and she casually took off her bra in
plain view. She knew that the line of careful playfulness had just been
crossed. She wanted me in her so bad that I knew tonight would be the
night.
I reached down to unbutton her shorts, not quite expecting to find
that she had beaten me to it. I pulled her panties down to herankles with
one finger, making her giggle from the tickle of silk. She shoved her
crotch into my face and I took to her like a desert bandit to water. I
let my tongue go wild as it caressed and slid across everything that
causes pleasure. The tingle and the tongue sent shockwaves through her
body, and the grasp at the back of my head told me that she was ready.
Her hands slid across my chest, then she leaned forward to suck on me
just a little. She licked up the side of my neck, then threw her body
next to mine as she kissed me and tugged at my jeans. My Levis took
residence at my ankles and I kicked to take them off, succeeding only in
tripping myself and pulling us both to the ground. She took one look at
my rubber duckie boxer shorts and couldn't resist a laugh, then she pulled
them off and whistled, ""Qu-ack!" at my throbbing, well, y'know, dick.
I rolled her onto her back and pulled her panties off of her the rest
of the way as slowly as I could to show her that I wanted to so bad yet
wasn't going to rush her first time. She grabbed at little Eddie (that's
my dick, in case you're wondering) and pulled him up to meet her wet
pussy. The Edster slid right in and she looked like she was going to
implode it felt so good and so different and so big and so deep into her.
I started slowly rocking back and forth on her until she raised up her
legs enough to give it the full effect. I pushed it up to full throttle
and let her have it as I sent my shot of love deep into her. She sent
back a wave of juices as she had her first orgasm, almost ripping my head
off in the process.
Then it rained, I pulled out, and we went home. She moved away that
summer and I never saw her again. I must admit, she was a fun fuck and
(surprise, surprise)-- I did love her...
June 25, 1992. (A little old)
I know, it gets a little nasty in parts, but it was the one sex story (of
my three) that had the word throbbing in it (sorry Natalie).
I'll post something from the SODa Can to make up for it,
-Kirkland
From jujubee@yabbs Wed Apr 13 16:55:55 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: Let's talk about sex...
Date: Wed Apr 13 16:55:55 1994
hehehe...i knew you'd love those! let me know about that revision! hehehe
From Natalie@yabbs Wed Apr 13 17:06:02 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Kirkland@yabbs
Subject: re: A Summer Rain
Date: Wed Apr 13 17:06:02 1994
Kirkland....
Not bad...I likedthe way you named the narrator's dick :)
Natalie
From issachar@yabbs Wed Apr 13 17:31:29 1994
From: issachar@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: doesn't every man have a na
Date: Wed Apr 13 17:31:29 1994
name for that thing? =)
From Skywise@yabbs Wed Apr 13 18:03:54 1994
From: Skywise@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: re: Let's talk about sex...
Date: Wed Apr 13 18:03:54 1994
Go back to message 109. How did you get THAT many bytes? hehehe
From Lacey@yabbs Wed Apr 13 18:07:04 1994
From: Lacey@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: manic depression...
Date: Wed Apr 13 18:07:04 1994
Bravo!!!!
That was great. You brought images to life and that is what creative
writing should be. It was aabsolutly great.
Lacey
From jujubee@yabbs Wed Apr 13 18:11:04 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Skywise@yabbs
Subject: re: Let's talk about sex...
Date: Wed Apr 13 18:11:04 1994
good observation...sorry to say i didn't plan it that way....just the luck
of the draw so to say....hehehe
From jujubee@yabbs Wed Apr 13 18:13:34 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: eclipse
Date: Wed Apr 13 18:13:34 1994
you passed me in the narrow corridor
silence as my heart skipped its usual cadence
and unspoken despair
surrounded
and
suffocated
me
From Destiny@yabbs Wed Apr 13 18:39:24 1994
From: Destiny@yabbs
To: Charon@yabbs
Subject: ohhhhh....
Date: Wed Apr 13 18:39:24 1994
Major major impact from this piece.....
-Dest'
From Destiny@yabbs Wed Apr 13 18:40:27 1994
From: Destiny@yabbs
To: Charon@yabbs
Subject: my last message
Date: Wed Apr 13 18:40:27 1994
The last message was about this piece....ODE TO INSANITY...
From Hellion@yabbs Wed Apr 13 19:16:37 1994
From: Hellion@yabbs
To: Kirkland@yabbs
Subject: re: A Summer Rain
Date: Wed Apr 13 19:16:37 1994
Steve,
Is that the original version? It seems like you revised it some from
the last time I read it :) I think "Paint me a picture" would be a good post.
-- Hellion
From warlord@yabbs Wed Apr 13 22:12:01 1994
From: warlord@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Buh
Date: Wed Apr 13 22:12:01 1994
Do not shed your tears for me
I am but a dim light in a vast place
Life is not measured by words
but by the deeds of men.
From Kirkland@yabbs Thu Apr 14 11:00:59 1994
From: Kirkland@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Sheila
Date: Thu Apr 14 11:00:59 1994
I first met this sweetheart in my childhood.
She was the cutest girl I had ever seen.
I thought she was going to last forever.
I don't understand why guys can be so mean.
I called her a friend, and sometimes she was more.
Why this shy girl fell from grace no one knows for sure.
During the day Sheila was her given name,
but at night the guys had other names for her.
I remember back in kindergarten,
when she asked me if I would be her boyfriend.
I later found out I was her fourth that day-
it didn't matter. I just didn't want it to end.
I saw her walking down the street a few years back.
I caught myself thinking about what could have been.
She winked at me and said it would never last.
But that never meant it couldn't happen.
Our high school years came and went in a blur.
Sheila spent all her nights out on the town.
She flirted and she cooed, laughing at every pass.
If she liked what she saw, she just might go down.
I remember those nights she ran to my arms;
crying from the pain- not so tough on the inside.
She acted like a tramp and lost out in her games.
Wasted youth withered behind a mask of pride.
Never before and never since have I heard the cry of a horny angel.
Yet every time I made love to her it was only in my dreams.
I awoke with visions of her lips just a breath away-
her mussed up hair and lace underwear falling apart at the seams.
She was always smiling, and sure she always laughed.
I suppose the life of the party agrees with living in sin.
Why she always went back for more I'll never know.
But they always took her and used her and left her again.
I got a letter the other day and out poured her life.
Sheila wrote of boys and men, hopes and a broken heart.
I wished for her a happy ending after all her pain.
I'll never know where she went, our worlds grew too far apart...
From Charon@yabbs Thu Apr 14 14:58:33 1994
From: Charon@yabbs
To: Destiny@yabbs
Subject: re: ohhhhh....
Date: Thu Apr 14 14:58:33 1994
In re: ohhhhhh..... Destiny said
> Major major impact from this piece....
What piece were you reffering to?...
-Charon-
From Charon@yabbs Thu Apr 14 14:59:24 1994
From: Charon@yabbs
To: Destiny@yabbs
Subject: re: my last message
Date: Thu Apr 14 14:59:24 1994
ohhhhhhh.... you answered thet next message...*sorry*
-Charon-
From Charon@yabbs Thu Apr 14 15:01:15 1994
From: Charon@yabbs
To: Kirkland@yabbs
Subject: re: Sheila
Date: Thu Apr 14 15:01:15 1994
VERY COOL!!!! i loved the imagery... :)
-Charon-
From Charon@yabbs Thu Apr 14 15:07:02 1994
From: Charon@yabbs
To: Charon@yabbs
Subject: Charon2
Date: Thu Apr 14 15:07:02 1994
On a high way of hate, he stands out from the rest...He is your mom, yuor
dad, your best friend, your lifelong companion...He is no different on the
outside..but inside..well, that is a different story. When his mind churns
it dreams of evil awakening thoughts, and stories unheard. and disasters
that could only be thought of by a mad man...no one fears the man, no one
worships..they only react. The man can hide; the man can run; the man can
do anything you can do..but do it with twice the hate..The man rremains
hidden...but one look inside yourself..and the box may be sprung...
you have been warned...of the innate evil that lurks inside everyone of
us..
-Charon-
From Natalie@yabbs Thu Apr 14 15:08:46 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Kirkland@yabbs
Subject: re: Sheila
Date: Thu Apr 14 15:08:46 1994
Hmmmm....this hits *really* close to home for me....my younger sister is a
lot like "sheila". What happened to Sheila I'm really scared will happen
to Caryn. Is it ok if I print this up to show to her? Something has got
to get through to her...maybe this will...
--Natalie--
*smile*
From Natalie@yabbs Thu Apr 14 15:11:06 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Charon@yabbs
Subject: re: Charon2
Date: Thu Apr 14 15:11:06 1994
Just a-wonderin'....do you ever write positive things? Myself, I find it
really difficult to do so, because when I am in a good mood I don't feel
like writing about it because I want to enjoy the mood while I have it.
And, when I'm depressed, the words seem to flow better...
From warlord@yabbs Thu Apr 14 18:19:42 1994
From: warlord@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Dark
Date: Thu Apr 14 18:19:42 1994
Everyman is a spark in the darkness
By the time he is noticed he is gone
A retinal after-image that fades and is obscured,
by newer, brighter lights
From warlord@yabbs Thu Apr 14 19:08:03 1994
From: warlord@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Strength
Date: Thu Apr 14 19:08:03 1994
Only the insane have strength enough to prosper
Only those who prosper
Truely judge what is sane
From Hellion@yabbs Thu Apr 14 21:22:19 1994
From: Hellion@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: To A friend
Date: Thu Apr 14 21:22:19 1994
*I accidentally put this in mind games, silly me*
You take the rain and blow it away
with your wings so strong, it cannot stay
An
Angel
Frees
my mind of pain
But when it rains, you pull me close
giving me a health dose
Of
The
Love
i never get
A ray of sun gives warmth to my heart
i wonder why you play this part
Or
Are
You
a true friend?
And i when i am happy i don't know what to say
i feel like am pushing you away
i've
Never
Had
A friend like you
So if our lives seems to stray
i'll miss you on those rainy days
And
Write
You
Letters of friendship
*the person to whom this is dedicated knows who they are :-)*
From Deaska@yabbs Fri Apr 15 08:05:28 1994
From: Deaska@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: query
Date: Fri Apr 15 08:05:28 1994
this is to Nat *hug* and everyone else...
Do you really think being down and depressed is condusive to good (oops
wrong word...) um... productive ( *smile* thas better) writing? Is this a
personal thing that varies from writer to writer, or do others here feels
the same as Nat... (personally, I find myself writing better while... 1.
depressed and stuffed up inside... 2. really excited about a concept or
new plot, or whatever...3. after a tub of chocolate icecream, well, during
the consumption of it :)
any takers?
*burp* s'cuse :)
Keep the spirit,
Deask' *smile*
From Cat@yabbs Fri Apr 15 09:07:36 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: Deaska@yabbs
Subject: re: query
Date: Fri Apr 15 09:07:36 1994
Hmmmm. That's a tough question....some of the best writers, most of the
best writers, and esp. my favorites, were moody, depressed and
psychologically messed up people-like Poe and Eliot...many writers
produced some of their best stuff when "under the influence" like Poe and
Coleridge and Lewis Carroll (Alice in Wonderland may have been shroom
induced, but I still love it. :) ) Me myself, I write stuff when I'm
depressed to bring myself out of it. At the same time, when I'm really
happy about something, I write then too. I write when I find myself at
ANY emotional peak. I find that expressing what
I'm feeling about ANYthing creatively and getting it down on paper, or
through music really helps. So maybe that's what everyone else is doing
whn they write...and maybe that's why the best stuff people sometimes
produce is when their feeling some sort of strong emotion (be it
depression, anger,love (gack) :) etc.)-when people
are feeling something, then they're more alive, their senses are more
awake, and of course they're going to write better stuff.
Anyway...these ramblings are my opinion on the matter. Interesting query
Deask. *smile* I liked it. :)
-tammie
From Kirkland@yabbs Fri Apr 15 12:57:14 1994
From: Kirkland@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: The Beautiful People
Date: Fri Apr 15 12:57:14 1994
This little beast was written last fall and is sort of a remembrance
of those wonderful(?) high school years.
Scorn not the beautiful people,
for though their lives may appear to be shallow,
they are also rich in pain...
Mr. Popularity.. Mr. Class Clown.
Has a way of making you smile when you're down.
He makes everyone happy and knows he can.
But he cries because girls find him funny, never serious,
and he dies of an overdose- a lonely man.
Musclebound Weightlifter. Bigger-than-life sized.
Flexin' Down What a way to live.
His steroid test just came back positive.
Jockmeister. Team Leader.
No one can stop him when the heat is on.
Went through high school with a football helmet on.
Now his knee is blown out
and his academics lie in a paralyzed fit.
He found out that every door that says "Enter"
on the other side says "Exit".
Cheerleader. Not just another pretty face.
Wears her skirt short just to make the guys drool.
And everyone knows that she's the pride of the school.
Too bad the quarterback did more than score.
Now she's pregnant, alone, and the school's disgrace.
She's just a winner that lost her biological race.
Now it can't be said that tragedy
rules everyone's life-
but a life of popularity
is a life of strife.
The life of the beautiful ones is longed for
by every social outcast,
trying hard to make their mark today,
not just be a figment in someone else's past.
Some friendships run shallow
instead of running deep,
and with college one step away
sometimes friends don't always keep.
Sociality- what hell could be worse?
One man's paradise.
Another man's curse.
(It fits with a rap rhythm I have in the back of my head, so I hope
you didn't read it too slowly.)
-Kirkland
From Kirkland@yabbs Fri Apr 15 13:02:33 1994
From: Kirkland@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: re: The Beautiful People
Date: Fri Apr 15 13:02:33 1994
In message The Beautiful People, Kirkland said:
> Musclebound Weightlifter. Bigger-than-life sized.
> Flexin' Down What a way to live.
> His steroid test just came back positive.
It's supposed to be:
Musclebound Weightlifter. Bigger-than-life sized.
Flexin' for successin' in everything he does.
Downs beer with both hands with hardly a buzz.
Gets girlies by the dozens--
What a way to live.
His steroid test just came back positive.
Sorry 'bout that, the paste option in the editor I'm forced to use
is occaisionally on the rag.
-Kirkland
From Orion*@yabbs Fri Apr 15 13:25:23 1994
From: Orion*@yabbs
To: tam-ra@yabbs
Subject: re: Paybacks suck...
Date: Fri Apr 15 13:25:23 1994
What is up with that? This bbs is not a place to play out your personal
fantasies! Stuff like this should be kept in @email. You must be a
newbie anyhow.
-- Orion*
From Kirkland@yabbs Fri Apr 15 14:24:39 1994
From: Kirkland@yabbs
To: Orion*@yabbs
Subject: re: Paybacks suck...
Date: Fri Apr 15 14:24:39 1994
In message re: Paybacks suck..., Orion* said:
> What is up with that? This bbs is not a place to play out your personal
> fantasies! Stuff like this should be kept in @email. You must be a
> newbie anyhow.
>
>
> -- Orion*
Well, "Orion*" or should I say [Hellion with a new name to make it look
like a different user], I don't think that the word "fantasies" is very
appropriate. I think nightmare fits the topic a little better, you forget
I watched what happened. And I was there when the shit went down (and
seem to remember getting blamed for it). This is no more a fantasy than
Message #98, where you were swept up in the moment and wrote the poem
about Chandra. You are right, though, in saying that this should have
been in email, but you made the first stab with what I guess was your
mis-informed view of what happened. Sux2BU. She should have dumped you
before things went sour and you got greedy and rough in the sexual arena.
Oh, well, good-bye to old friends. Sorry, but it had to be done.
-Kirkland, the fallen from grace.
(I knew I should have written a poem...)
From Natalie@yabbs Fri Apr 15 14:48:43 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: tam-ra@yabbs
Subject: re: Paybacks suck...
Date: Fri Apr 15 14:48:43 1994
Cold. Real cold.
And that's all I'm going to say.
Natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Fri Apr 15 15:17:50 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Deaska@yabbs
Subject: re: query
Date: Fri Apr 15 15:17:50 1994
Hullo Deask' *hug*......
Hmmm...when I try to write when I'm in a good mood (which isn't often) I
don't get the same kind of flow I do when I'm grumpy...the words don't fit
together right. (Does anyone but me know what I'm talking about when I I
say the words flowing and stuff?) I *sometimes* can if I have a really
good idea, but not often. Writing is cathartic for me, I get a lot of my
pain and anger out on the page. It's my therapy. I almost always feel
better *after* I finish/get a good start on something than I do before or
during...well...when I get going I feel pretty damn good too...
Well, yet again, my 2 cents worth... *grin*
Natalie
From Charon@yabbs Fri Apr 15 15:22:21 1994
From: Charon@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: Charon2
Date: Fri Apr 15 15:22:21 1994
no..i never really do write abouit positive things...i seem to relate
beeter to the negative aspect of life..seems i am always hangin around
there..*sigh* *hug* love ya Nat=Ant
-Charon-
From Charon@yabbs Fri Apr 15 15:39:39 1994
From: Charon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: re: Paybacks suck...
Date: Fri Apr 15 15:39:39 1994
COULD SOMEONE CLUE ME IN AS TO WHAT IS GOIN ON HERE....IF I AM NOT READING
POEMS THESE LAST FEW MESSAGES..THEN I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW WHAT IS THE BIG
DEAL WITH HELLOIN AND THIS OPTHER PERSON....
stargazing
up, yes up..way up high,
where the secrets fall
and the answers lie
look..look up, my brightened son
Climb up trees,
and through grass you run..
Forget not..my son..the power of stars
as you gaze up high,
along the valley of mars..
Sleep well..sleep well...under starry skies
Let yuor thoughts run away..
as you close shut your eyes...
Live long....live long..over many a day..
at the end you'll remember..
the role the stars did play...
*hopr ypou liked it..it was spontaneous (like about two minutes ago.)*
-Charon-
From jujubee@yabbs Fri Apr 15 17:23:32 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Charon@yabbs
Subject: latest...
Date: Fri Apr 15 17:23:32 1994
loved it!
From MBZ@yabbs Fri Apr 15 20:42:29 1994
From: MBZ@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Blinded........
Date: Fri Apr 15 20:42:29 1994
Blinded by the Light
I've been told my reality is not reality. I stare out over the endless
nothing before me. I strain to see, but the sun is just too bright.
I stand before my maker, the edge wanting to give way. I stand at the edge
of the cliff and ponder my destiny. I stand and recall all of my realitys
that never came true. (Real dreams?) I realize that this one will be taken
from me too. A voice from nowhere said- MBZ - do you care to test that
theory. It was AK! I looked with a blank expression. Here comes your
answer! With no fear I look to him and jump because I have reason to beleive
that the ground is really there. Falling, falling, falling, falling, falling,
falling, falling, ........................faster every second I fall....
Just as I thought! Now somone is pissing in my chereos again! I'll fix- um
this time. Instead of pissing in their chereos so both of ours taste like
piss, I will just take their cheroes, and feed them their own piss............
........................................................................yep--
that's it! (Feeding is cool--Beavis). Whoever said don't get mad get even?
They were as foolish as I have been.
I recall my many stuggles, think of friends past. Why do you treat me this
way? Are you not the person I called my friend? Am I not the person that
was there for you? This should be! My reality fled into the light, and
escaped me once again. With hurt feeling, and many tricks up my sleeve, I
decide to end my search before I go blind.
I come in search of new friends now, but it is only a scare. Someone will
just take my reality away. The ground, like my lost friends, just won't be
there.
Catch me, I am falling. And to my friends past- Sleep with one eye open.
--MBZ
From Charon@yabbs Sat Apr 16 08:36:32 1994
From: Charon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: I Would...
Date: Sat Apr 16 08:36:32 1994
I Would die....
I would kill myself...
I would lie....
Iwould fall dead....
I would shout...
I would scream...
If only you knew,
Iwould do anything,
To prove that i love you...
-Charon-
From Charon@yabbs Sat Apr 16 08:43:35 1994
From: Charon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Blind?
Date: Sat Apr 16 08:43:35 1994
I can imagine your looks,
by the way of your voice,
as it whispers "i love you"
everynight before i sleep.
For then i am not blind..
for then i can see..
but i am also not very lucky,
for i only dream once in a while
When i wake up, your voice is gone..
you are gone,
and i'm sure if you checked,
a piece of my heart will be gone too..
My heart is only blind to love,
which makes you "true love"
Therefore i will give my sight to you
Tonight when i sleep,
i pray that i dream,
for all i have is that image of you
the piece of my heart was worth it,
for that moment that i saw your face.
Irecall running my fingers through your hair...
then being jolted awake..
and crying myself to sleep...
one last time.....
-Charon-
From Charon@yabbs Sat Apr 16 08:48:44 1994
From: Charon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Eyes
Date: Sat Apr 16 08:48:44 1994
Some might say,
that eyes are portals to the soul.
Ithink my eyes,
reflect the pain that's taken toll.
Some say that eyes,
hold the secrets of themselves,
I'd say my eyes are piercing,
and hold the mytery that i delve.
Some say eyes,
Are the key that unlocks the being.
My eyes say "i love you"
but..hey....they're only for seeing.
Some say eyes,
are cold as winter snow,
Your eyes scream "stop"
while mine scream "go"
Some say eyes,
are like an everlasting kiss,
My eyes know when you leave,
they know the love thats missed...
-Charon-
From Charon@yabbs Sat Apr 16 08:52:59 1994
From: Charon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Go Ahead..Pick it up...
Date: Sat Apr 16 08:52:59 1994
Yuo said you wouldn't
but i think you will
you don't have the heart,
to be w/ me and sit still...
I'm sure that you'll do it,
but i don't really know why
if you don't see the pain,
take one look in my eyes.
Do you do it on purpose?
i really don't know
If you're not going to love me..
Then why not let go?
It's not as often,
as it was before..
But it hurts me now,
and will hurt me more!
A faint little ring,
you couldn't have known..
go ahead, I Love you,
and pick up the phone....
-Charon-
From Charon@yabbs Sat Apr 16 08:56:03 1994
From: Charon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: no title
Date: Sat Apr 16 08:56:03 1994
When time is frozen
it's cold as ice
it moves real slow,
but not real nice.
When love is time,
it's frozen cold
always tempting,
but never sold...
When love is frozen,
it's still as night
always groping
for a flash of sight...
-Charon-
From jujubee@yabbs Sat Apr 16 12:06:43 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Charon@yabbs
Subject: love poems
Date: Sat Apr 16 12:06:43 1994
gosh...your love poems leave me speechless....
From ching@yabbs Sat Apr 16 21:04:39 1994
From: ching@yabbs
To: Charon@yabbs
Subject: re: no title
Date: Sat Apr 16 21:04:39 1994
very nice. I'm impressed. Here's a little ditty form my own archives.
Please give me any criticism about it that you wish--my feelings will not
be hurt.
It's incomplete--I think. Perhaps it's just right. Perhaps it should be
incomplete. Let me know what you think
Thanx.
ching
Surely there is danger in every human life.
Certainly we must walk on some sort of fault line.
Indeed our safety is tenuous. Mortality defines us,
Logic chains us, and chaos will rule us.
I am ignorant for trying to learn.
s
From ching@yabbs Sat Apr 16 21:12:53 1994
From: ching@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: lonliness
Date: Sat Apr 16 21:12:53 1994
"Can you kill it with a knife."
"Well then can you shoot it?"
"Have you tried to hang it..
...Stomp it?...Kick it?"
--No. no, son, just find your true friends. Hold close to them and trust
them. Learn to love God and America and your mother and warm your heart
with their presence in your life. Bring good will to all and hate no one.
do all of this and you will be lonely no more. You won't ever have to
think of loneliness.--
"But Father, How do you get rid of it...."
--(silence)--
From Deaska@yabbs Sun Apr 17 06:09:22 1994
From: Deaska@yabbs
To: Charon@yabbs
Subject: kewlbeans!!
Date: Sun Apr 17 06:09:22 1994
yup, I'm with juju on that one... wonderful reading, wonderful wonderful
wonderful wonderful wonderful!!!
D' *cough* Out damn virus!
From Charon@yabbs Sun Apr 17 19:09:20 1994
From: Charon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: <no title>
Date: Sun Apr 17 19:09:20 1994
The spark!! the Spark!!
how it jumps and flies,
and decieves our soul,
and clogs our eyes...
The Torch!! The torch!!!
Hear it sing a song,
a tune of anger,
that's never wrong...
The Fire!!! The Fire!!!
as it climbs the wall,
with hypnotic roar,
you will follow it's call..
Disaster!! Disaster!!!
All across the land,
One flick of my Bic,
for disaster grand....
-Charon-
From Natalie@yabbs Sun Apr 17 23:30:09 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Charon@yabbs
Subject: ]
Date: Sun Apr 17 23:30:09 1994
hmmmmm....sounds like beavis to me.... *smirk* (you can hit me for
that) Other than that, I like it. But don't use multiple !!!s, that
really annoys me when i read poetry.... nice imagery :)
natalie
From Hellion@yabbs Mon Apr 18 11:14:48 1994
From: Hellion@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: The First Time...
Date: Mon Apr 18 11:14:48 1994
The night was romantic
*we had a fight*
Everything was perfect
*nothing had gone right*
I was prepared
*a boy with a dream*
I knew what I was doing
*i was so scared*
A candlelight dinner
*i ate alone*
Beautiful music
*my parents were home*
A magnificent motel
*a good friend's house*
She was loud with pleasuer
*she was quiet as a mouse*
I held you all night, in my arms
*she left right away*
Our souls had mended strongly
*our hearts drifted apart*
I became a proud young man
*i cowered in my bed*
A felt a release of my soul
*i wished that i'd been dead*
*i cried all night long*
--Ed Z Hellion
From Hellion@yabbs Mon Apr 18 11:16:00 1994
From: Hellion@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: The Rape if a mind
Date: Mon Apr 18 11:16:00 1994
I once was a man, innocent and young
Feeling free from life's woes
I once was a man who didn't judge
I took every person for who they were
I met you, my best friend
You taught me about the world
I met you, my teacher
I labeled people and put them in boxes
I once was a man who belived in God
I went to church, never questioned
I once was a man of faith
On my way to heaven
I met you, my new God
You said you were my Jesus, the Devil's son
I met you, my end of hope
Now there is no heaven or hell, just eternal blackness
I once was a man who knew right from wrong
I knew my values I was never confused
I once was a man without any hatred
I never would fight, sweet words would fix it all
I met you my phase inverter
Right became wrong, all else was right
I met you, Pushing Me Down
I wouldn't fight, You Made Me Yell
I once was a man without desires
Sex was a thing saved for my wife
I once was a man who cared for my neighbor
Every man would die when it was time
I met you, the flame of the fires
You Pushed Me Into Her, Pain In My Heart
I met you, the black man of hate
You Held My Arm Steady, While My Blade Slit Her Neck
I once was a man who cared for himself
Never would I try to hurt myself
I once was a man who was scared of death
I spent my time praying for life
I met you, my ignorant master
You Held My Arms As You Slit My Wrists
I met you, A man without humor
YOU LAUGHED AS I BLED TO DEATH...
-- Ed Z Hellion
From Kirkland@yabbs Mon Apr 18 12:22:20 1994
From: Kirkland@yabbs
To: Hellion@yabbs
Subject: re: The Rape if a mind
Date: Mon Apr 18 12:22:20 1994
I LOVE IT!!!!!!!
(That oughta shake up the riff-raff)
p.s.-- Who's it about?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Yxx Pxxx Bxxxxxx!
From Kirkland@yabbs Mon Apr 18 12:26:37 1994
From: Kirkland@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Losing Control
Date: Mon Apr 18 12:26:37 1994
"Pull the trigger. Pull the trigger."
A voice urges me in a whisper.
I close my eyes to pray
but my rage never fades away.
I never saw the writing on the wall
'cause you backed me up to it.
Well guess what, babe?
You finally blew it.
A gun in one hand and a clip in the other,
joined together make me one bad mother.
The gun trembles as I contemplate future sins.
Good-bye Heaven. Here's where Hell begins...
(I know, too many cliches.)
-Kirkland
From Natalie@yabbs Mon Apr 18 13:00:55 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: hellion@yabbs
Subject: re: The Rape if a mind
Date: Mon Apr 18 13:00:55 1994
I like it :) I should try to write some more poetry... I'm outof
practice...
Natalie
From Charon@yabbs Mon Apr 18 20:12:59 1994
From: Charon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: <no title>
Date: Mon Apr 18 20:12:59 1994
Long ago...when people were free..free of the bondage that enslaved every
human being...it was then that we were free of mind, body, and spirit.
and when we roamed the earth, as one race, as one body, and as one family.
Never forget the ancient way..for it is the way that we were meant to
be...and the way we will all return....someday...
-Charon-
From anonimus@yabbs Tue Apr 19 00:33:10 1994
From: anonimus@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Wolves are Alone
Date: Tue Apr 19 00:33:10 1994
Scintilating sapient eyes of the night
Encourage me to follow the path not trodden
Pass amongst barriers-- dewed grass, chaotic thatches
and barbed fences
This canine creature of the moon leads
Tempting indications of liberty living-- uncommited
not condemned
Run wild into the fields of dawn
Escape the scent of men
Blushing sky as the night is rolled back for a day
Sip of the Earth's tap at any nearby stream
Trek across terain in any direction chosen
or desired
Recollect the dream-- noisy cubes of light
Humans in social form passing
I have awakened to recess the sapient to rid of conformity
I pursue on, nothing in my way
alone.
From Hellion@yabbs Tue Apr 19 02:25:39 1994
From: Hellion@yabbs
To: anonimus@yabbs
Subject: re: Wolves are Alone
Date: Tue Apr 19 02:25:39 1994
I loved it, bravo. Anyhow, I think that everyone deserves a comment
huh? I really did like it.
-- Hellion
From Charon@yabbs Tue Apr 19 17:49:18 1994
From: Charon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: <no title>
Date: Tue Apr 19 17:49:18 1994
From the valley of death,
to the warm ocean blue..
i swim thruogh the night..
calling out for you..
As i climb the mountain,
calling out your name..
all i hear is my echo
and it's always the same..
All my life is a puzzle,
and you the missing piece..
but now i care less..
you can't affect me in the least..
As i lie on my bed..
in a final embrace..
with a frown on my mouth,
and tears on my face..
-Charon-
From Charon@yabbs Tue Apr 19 21:41:36 1994
From: Charon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: <no title>
Date: Tue Apr 19 21:41:36 1994
In a land of evil, there is only one good, there is only one peace, there
is only one justice, there is only one youth...... there is no joking,
there is no openess, there is only you. The gap is widening..the gap
is of reach.... The gap is you. The ring on your finger proves the
point..it proves the lies, it proves the guilt..of a thousand ages..and
the hate buried in the sand..for the next generation to come. Think before
you act..think before you lie, and think before you do...For you are the
mystery..that no one can unravel but yourself....
-Charon-
From hawke@yabbs Wed Apr 20 03:28:40 1994
From: hawke@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: <no title>
Date: Wed Apr 20 03:28:40 1994
My friend where have you gone?
You never said goodbye or when you would return.
was it that you were mad at me for not saying i cared?
For , if that was the case i had tried, but the words just wouldnt come
out. I wonder now if i will someday have the chance to tell you that i
really did care. i guess i will never know for you have left to i know
not where.
in loving memmmory of Daniel ST. Onge
a friend who didnt know i cared
From Hellion@yabbs Wed Apr 20 11:05:14 1994
From: Hellion@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: <no title>
Date: Wed Apr 20 11:05:14 1994
Everything is falling apart
all around me, in my heart
Is my sky falling down?
I need to get out of this town.
My grades are slipping
my mind is flipping
my concentration is leaving
my class professors seathing
What am I to do?
I'm without you
my life's obsession
my worst depression
Three more weeks to go
all the things I have to know
while my brain is exploding
my heart is imploding
Help me I'm falling
it is you I am calling
my life is slipping away
let me know today
My friend are you true?
are you depressed too?
all the pressure, all the stress
this is the time to be my best?
Sleepless nights
endless fights
God help me I'm losing
the one I've been choosing
She's slipping away
but trying to stay
do I marry?
or do I bury?
My heart's afire
with wild desire
my classes are demanding
please try to be understanding
Forgive me for my faults dear
I don't know what I'm doing here
I come to you
when I feel blue
School will soon end
I'll say goodbye to all my friends
and spend my summer in your arms
*with your love and all your charms*
-- Ed Z Hellion
From Kirkland@yabbs Wed Apr 20 12:19:27 1994
From: Kirkland@yabbs
To: oopsie@yabbs
Subject: I said I would...
Date: Wed Apr 20 12:19:27 1994
Chapter ??: A Third Person Perspective
The SODa Can - [ The Final Chapter or The Last Swallow ]
"If only for a moment, hold on to the dreams that we had."
- Winger (Miles Away)
"She stares at the sky, wondering why the night isn't
telling her, 'believe him'.
If he could only read to her the pages of his heart,
she could see they feel the same."
- Winger (Under One Condition)
The summer had passed quickly for these two young
friends who where fast becoming more than friends. She was
eighteen and he had turned nineteen two months prior. She
was in the blossom of youth, he at the crossroads of
adulthood. They were both ready for this night, their last
night together, for the next week brought on their
departures for different colleges. Emotions and
expectations had been building for these last few months, as
feelings were expressed and secrets were shared- bonding
their lives through shared experiences.
The clock chimed nine o'clock and they decided that it
was time to leave her house. After a short drive to town in
which small talk was the topic of discussion, the couple
stopped at the local quick stop, Mr. B's, for a six-pack of
Dew and a tank of gas.
The couple continued to cruise Bloomfield for the next
two hours, occasionally stopping to talk with other people
out cruising and friends that were on their way to the dance
in Hartington. The talk revolved around high school- the
normal gossip of nazi teachers and current dating liaisons.
The midnight hour approached and he suggested that they go
to the Edge of Heaven, a drinking party location nowadays,
but back then it was peaceful on the weekends and provided
more than enough couples the privacy to become lovers.
She agreed.
The Edge of Heaven provided a stunning view of about a
hundred square miles of Nebraska. Hiding off from a minimum
maintenance road that epitomized the word minimum, it also
offered a sense of perspective. The lights seemed so far
off, yet the one you were with was right there next to you.
With this in mind the couple, now standing quite close
together, turned to one another and kissed.
He walked to the trunk of the car and returned with a
blanket. Together, they laid the blanket out on the freshly
cut hay stalks. The tiny stalks gave way at the slightest
push, relinquishing a padded place of rest once they had sat
down. They kissed once more, this time longer and more
passionately than the last. His hands caressed her hair as
they stared into each other's eyes.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I love you, too," she whispered back.
He began to massage the back of her neck and they
continued kissing. She laid down on the blanket and he laid
next to her. He wrapped his arms around her and held her
tight as they drifted off into sleep...
She awoke six hours later to a sun that had already
taken well into the sky. He was still lying next to her,
but was awake and had been for most of the night.
"You didn't...," she looked down and saw that nothing
had changed. "We didn't...?" she said as she rolled over
towards him.
"Of course not," he replied. "I didn't want to wake
you or take advantage of you, I just wanted to wake up with
you in my arms, knowing that you love me as much as I love
you."
She began to cry and threw her arms around him. She
had never before found someone who cared so much for her and
her feelings. They held each other and kissed until she
decided that coming home at noon wouldn't go over very well
with her parents.
He picked the blanket up off the ground and tossed it
back into the trunk. They took in one last view and left
the Edge of Heaven as they had come, as close friends. This
night had taught him that sometimes love is looking out for
the other instead of yourself, and she had learned how to
trust again.
This was their last night together, and as that summer
faded into memories, their paths etched out into separate
ways. Even though they had their chance at becoming lovers,
they remained friends.
And it is up to you to believe that it was better that way.
7:52.53 A.M.
April 23, 1993
It's funny how one year later she still doesn't realize,
and I no longer can...
Dreams and reality, such distant cousins, it seems...
-Kirkland, the reminiscent...
From Kirkland@yabbs Wed Apr 20 12:56:56 1994
From: Kirkland@yabbs
To: Kirkland@yabbs
Subject: Talking to myself...
Date: Wed Apr 20 12:56:56 1994
"Who knows why butterflies fly, yet caterpillars seem so damn dumb."
The following is "Into Me", one of my insane ramblings...
Then in the mourning came the reign. A kazoo that blue and a friend
of few, I awoke to your eyes and questioned your lies. For some I ask
not, for I know of your pogo, but I can question your desires, for your
fly is not the only thing that is down.
A caress of your mind leads to your toil as I supplant the voices
that recommend your turmoil. I push away doubt as I plunder your desires;
I steal away your heart and fill it with what transpires. You squeal at
the feel and trip at the nana's wrath, flailing like hell on a once golden
path. The threads of time have tangled once again, bringing you to a halt
in the wallowings of sin.
Displaced in this world of blistering hate, I ask once again,
"Do you think it's too late?"
A swim in Quiddity, euphoric as a time in the womb, I ask once again,
"Do you think this is my tomb?"
Your vices are numerous-- your vices shove toothpicks beneath my
tender skin. You laugh, you're in heat. You win and I'm beat. But as
the quicksands of your own dreams begin to pull you under, your
nightmarish hells push you deep
Into Me.
----And if you thought that was whackeded, try this one: ("watching")
Sleep.
As consciousness wanes, my will reigns on this shell of dust you call
your body. Your mind in its toil slips deep into my soul as your thoughts
wink out in flights of fancy, soaring high into your dreams and out into
the night. Errogenous lies and carnal ties never succeed in binding {mind
and body} or {thoughts and flesh}. Your mind is my playground, your
body-- my toy. I ask you now, isn't saying "no" just a ploy?
Can you shrug off my charm with a bat of your eyes? Can you push me
away, knowing I have been inside? Can you say you don't [want to] after
just getting a glimpse? Can you say you don't [need to] after feeling my
kiss?
With a wave of a wand in a wash of thoughts long gone, thinking
becomes the unreality that it really is. How can you say that it scares
you when it is all that you want to do. You want to surrender, but you've
only been taught to fight. You look at me, and I into you. You want to
see me, I want you too.
I started Pushing.
Thoughts collide in a jumbled mess as I swim into your mind. Wafting
serenely into your emotions held so tight, so guarded, so feared, so
easily haunting to those I hold dear. You seek the hand to guide you and
the grip to keep you. I provide the foundation for your towering dreams,
never shifting to let you loose at the seams. Ahh, sweet sanity... my
friend, my fuck, my knock upon the door that leads deeper down, into you,
into me-- separated by only a span of air and preconceived notions.
Letting loose you fall to my side; I'd lift you up, but you're my
ride. Together we climb, together we climb, together we reach that top,
but never stop climbing.
The night hides what what I feel, but the night always turns to day,
and from you I hide only your fears and your foes, knowing they hurt you.
I stand alert, guarding your innocent smile, watching. watching.
--So whaddaya think? Any comments would help with my counseling sessions.
I've got more where these came from, but only one or two really good ones.
Worth posting?
-Kirkland, the master of "the degenerate art of MindFuck"
From ching@yabbs Wed Apr 20 18:21:25 1994
From: ching@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: asdfjkl;
Date: Wed Apr 20 18:21:25 1994
Lovely bitter approaches me/she is a shotgun/she keeps me home at
night/I feel her in me moving about/a slow agitation
I'm at odds with America
From ching@yabbs Wed Apr 20 18:30:19 1994
From: ching@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: asdfjkl'
Date: Wed Apr 20 18:30:19 1994
I prepared for this on a fly speck on my chin in a town north of the city
traveling south towards hell or atleastasubtle form of this
otherwise aformentioned entity in a used car on a rainy day it was my
first time with a dark cloud overwatching the whole damn thing in ten
years that I thought back to that awful day when I was eight and i sat by
the pool to young to think as I did and for the first time with a clear
feminine sky hovering closely over me it teased my desire with a single
thought and sent the rest of the automabilic days of mine under the sun as
Solominsaid:
"Vanity, vanity...(and the meaningless rest)!"
and for my awful revelation, God sent:"What are you going to do
forever...forever...forever?"
Since then I am frantic
From ching@yabbs Wed Apr 20 18:37:57 1994
From: ching@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: icharus
Date: Wed Apr 20 18:37:57 1994
here's a paraprhase of a poem I wrote a few years ago when I was sixteen.
Feedback is invited regardless of content. I tried to keep it as close to
the original form as possible, but i can't gaurantee that i remember it
exactly. Here it goes:
Icharus
Dead.
Who once was a waxwork kite
(Melting under the sun as we all do in a much subtler way)
Against the sun
And for a moment it was pictureperfect
Forever immune to the turning of the earth
so, whaddya think?
From ching@yabbs Wed Apr 20 18:42:31 1994
From: ching@yabbs
To: Hellion@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Wed Apr 20 18:42:31 1994
I hear ya man on that one. I think your really on to something with this
poem. Perhaps some toying around with the rythm, meter, rhyme scheme,
et... would help even more. A very good job as is though.
ching
From Charon@yabbs Wed Apr 20 19:05:42 1994
From: Charon@yabbs
To: Hellion@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Wed Apr 20 19:05:42 1994
Cool poem!!!!! It is very different than most of your others...
I love it!!! :) *hug*
-Charon-
From Charon@yabbs Wed Apr 20 19:13:58 1994
From: Charon@yabbs
To: Kirkland@yabbs
Subject: re: Talking to myself...
Date: Wed Apr 20 19:13:58 1994
Cool story...sounds just like my insane ramblings...LOVE IT!!!!!
keep up the fucked stories that only you and i can understand...:)
-Charon-
From Charon@yabbs Wed Apr 20 19:26:16 1994
From: Charon@yabbs
To: Charon@yabbs
Subject: Charon
Date: Wed Apr 20 19:26:16 1994
The mind is only full of hate,
while the brain is decended,
the body thinks of fate..
The body has been mended..
the soul is ashen grey..
The body yet defended..
As i think of what to say...
i wonder what to do,
and how i'm gonna pay
for what i did to you.
i doubted your heart,
i knew not what to do..
For the times we are apart
are blamed entirely on me,
for my attitude is tart...
If you could only see..
My heart was meant for you,
no matter how i be..
There's nothing you can do,
the cuckoo has already flew...
-Charon-
From Hellion@yabbs Wed Apr 20 20:01:07 1994
From: Hellion@yabbs
To: Charon@yabbs
Subject: re: Charon
Date: Wed Apr 20 20:01:07 1994
YES!!! I love it. This place is getting better all the time huh?
-- Hellion
From Charon@yabbs Wed Apr 20 20:16:00 1994
From: Charon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: re: Charon
Date: Wed Apr 20 20:16:00 1994
You said it Hellion!!!!
Anger
When my head starts to spin,
and clouds begin to whirl,
And my thoughts are jumbled up,
in a neverending swirl..
i only try to relax,
read a book or watch tv.
or call someone who's close to my heart,
no matter who it be..
When anger gets the best of me..
i try to keep it inside,
i secretly store it away,
Just a cog with in my pride..
-Charon-
From Natalie@yabbs Thu Apr 21 01:56:45 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Charon@yabbs
Subject: re: Talking to myself...
Date: Thu Apr 21 01:56:45 1994
Charon...I understand 'em too...*whine* Maybe I'll postsome of *my*
ramblings one of these days..i've got some interesting ones... (to say the
least)
natalie
From treefrog@yabbs Sun Apr 24 01:28:38 1994
From: treefrog@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: Talking to myself...
Date: Sun Apr 24 01:28:38 1994
Boy...you guys have some LLLLAAAAAMMMEEEEE poems!!!!!!!!!!!!
*much laughter*
-froggy-
From Hellion@yabbs Sun Apr 24 01:57:15 1994
From: Hellion@yabbs
To: treefrog@yabbs
Subject: re: Talking to myself...
Date: Sun Apr 24 01:57:15 1994
In message re: Talking to myself..., treefrog said:
> Boy...you guys have some LLLLAAAAAMMMEEEEE poems!!!!!!!!!!!!
> *much laughter*
> -froggy-
Hey why don't you post some then and show us what it is "supposed"
to be like?
-- Hellion
From Natalie@yabbs Sun Apr 24 02:50:12 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: treefrog@yabbs
Subject: re: Talking to myself...
Date: Sun Apr 24 02:50:12 1994
hmmm...i was unaware that i needed your approval for my poetry, treefrog.
I'll try to keep you in mind next time I'm upset and need to write
something so I'll feel better...would you be so kind as to give me a list
of what you think a non lame poem is? I'd really appreciate the
help..since I apparently need it....
Natalie
From Cat@yabbs Sun Apr 24 10:55:20 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: Talking to myself...
Date: Sun Apr 24 10:55:20 1994
*hugs* heheheh
From treefrog@yabbs Sun Apr 24 20:39:55 1994
From: treefrog@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: <no title>
Date: Sun Apr 24 20:39:55 1994
Ha!!!!!!!you would all like to hear some real poetry....well you sure
should not look here....Hellion, Charon, nat, kirkland, ha..tell me one
thing nice bout these chumps poetry......
*HaHaHaHaHa*
-later suckers....-
From hawke@yabbs Sun Apr 24 22:42:56 1994
From: hawke@yabbs
To: treefrog@yabbs
Subject: <no title>
Date: Sun Apr 24 22:42:56 1994
put up or shuttup frog if you cant back up your braggin with some "real"
poetry then step aside and let thos that can do so and there is a hell of
alot of talent in this room and to save some trouble ill admit that im
only a dabler
From robtelee@yabbs Mon Apr 25 00:16:55 1994
From: robtelee@yabbs
To: hawke@yabbs
Subject: reply to 186
Date: Mon Apr 25 00:16:55 1994
Thank you for expressing the feelings of a majority who use this room !
Sadly, I cannot compose poetry myself but DO enjoy some of the work posted
here. I agree that treefrog should put or shut up. Just remember, "Those
who can, do and those who can't, brag about it.
I remain,
Your Obd'nt Svnt
robtelee
From Natalie@yabbs Mon Apr 25 00:33:53 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: treefrog@yabbs
Subject: your idiocy
Date: Mon Apr 25 00:33:53 1994
you, sir, are a moron. you quite obviously cannot write poetry so you see
fit to take your frustration at being thwarted out on the rest of us.
Just because you're creatively impotent is no reason to make a fool out of
yourself. A little bit of advice: grow up.
And btw, my name is Natalie, not nat. Kindly remember that.
Natalie
From ching@yabbs Mon Apr 25 14:21:08 1994
From: ching@yabbs
To: treefrog@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Mon Apr 25 14:21:08 1994
Well, so far what i've seen--and hopoefully what i've contributed--really
is pretty good. Sure, we all need some work: perhaps a little more
experimentation with rhyme and meter and a little more self invesitgation
would help. however, I think things look alright around here. Too bad you
won't offer some of your own for comparison.
-chiing
From ching@yabbs Mon Apr 25 14:30:09 1994
From: ching@yabbs
To: ching@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Mon Apr 25 14:30:09 1994
ok. everyone, I think we've humored treefrog's little "devil's advocate"
play enouhggh now. It certainly is nice to shake things up now and then,
but let's get back to the(cliche)meat and potatoes of this message base;
let's see some poems and stories--yum!yum!
Oh, but aren't I the hypocrtie today. I can't find today's poem that I
was going to post. Shit. oh , wait here's one, check it out.
Lesbians
Are in my brain
Idon't know why thinks feel same
And if you asked me to think real hard
I would feel two lobes licking
very bizarre
From Kirkland@yabbs Mon Apr 25 15:10:48 1994
From: Kirkland@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Retrospect
Date: Mon Apr 25 15:10:48 1994
I never claimed to be a poet, but I occasionally write poems...
Retrospect 11-30-93 11:04.59 P.M.
Times seem to be catching up with me.
A waltz down memory lane, a slow dance with the devil himself.
Fate? Cruel design or happenstance?
I see the edge of the cliff, and it's calling to me.
The old times rise to the fore.
I find myself listening to the music from so long ago,
back from when I was young, innocent, so vulnerable.
And this road is one I don't want to be on.
I find myself strolling past the old haunts,
a pale husk of a man is all that remains of the boy I once was.
It wasn't my house, nor hers for that matter.
They tore it down, I guess it was some time ago.
The fresh air of spring.
Young and in love.
She smiled and we talked.
I took her to bed.
Three, no, almost four years ago.
Why can't I just let it go?
It wasn't meant to be.
Why the hell should it last?
For every chain I cast aside two take its place.
Oh, how they drag on me.
I am repulsed by their implications,
yet I still find myself welcoming them to my flesh.
Looking back, my mind starts to fill in the words
and echoes back to me d..a..t... r..a..p...
Two E's lost at the ends-
just like her and I, lost, at this end.
"You little wimp," I cry to the night,
"you can't even say it, can you?"
I stumble back to the past-
I know it so well from these unwelcomed visits.
I'm suddenly lost in a sea of sorrow.
She didn't say yes, but she didn't say no.
That made it all right at the time.
But now it makes no sense.
I shove the dagger into my belly, yet feel no pain.
I look down and find no blood, just another masquerade.
Why can't this pain ever end?
Why must I relive it again and again?
The way I felt that night is hard to descibe.
I felt young, in control, and a little wild.
I'd waited for a while, and just wanted some more.
I never knew what pain I'd cause by closing that door.
I sometimes wish I could have my friend's getaways from life,
consuming booze, losing myself in the intrigue of flames-
but my sin is the one sin I can never live down.
I lost my innocence and my morals when my guard was down.
This creature within me called "desire" lies shamed.
So much for chivalry, I guess it's out the door.
She said she loved me, even after what I did.
Looking back I now see why we lasted just a few months more.
I'll get over it. (liar!)
It really didn't mean that much. (how could you!)
She's probably forgotten it. (you bastard!)
Did it matter anyway? (Damn you!)
Damn you!
No big deal.
Damn you.
Damn you.
Damn you.
- - - - - - - - - -
Ahh, well... It sux to be young and stupid, and it's even worse to be old
and regretful...
This is just one view of that night, I guess you'd have to ask her to find
out what really happened...
-Kirkland, the non-poet.....
From SPARKLER@yabbs Mon Apr 25 15:30:44 1994
From: SPARKLER@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Tears
Date: Mon Apr 25 15:30:44 1994
A crystaline shape
of perfect form
slowly carresses.
It travels a path
of lonlieness.
By the mountain
and over the plain
it goes. Soon it
cames to an edge,
where it hovers,
quivering, then
plunging to its
DOOM. Who shall
miss this shape
of pure beauty?
None, for more
shall follow.
From Skywise@yabbs Mon Apr 25 16:43:23 1994
From: Skywise@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: your idiocy
Date: Mon Apr 25 16:43:23 1994
I agree with you Natalie. I have no idea who treefrog is or what its
intentions are/were, but just to play Devil's advocate :)
is it possible that what treefrog has posted is in fact poetry? is not
poetry meant to evoke an emotional response like that?
I have no idea what poetry is exactly. I'm just wondering. *giggle*
Your friend,
Skywise
From Orion*@yabbs Mon Apr 25 19:49:57 1994
From: Orion*@yabbs
To: Skywise@yabbs
Subject: re: your idiocy
Date: Mon Apr 25 19:49:57 1994
In message re: your idiocy, Skywise said:
> is it possible that what treefrog has posted is in fact poetry? is not
> poetry meant to evoke an emotional response like that?
> I have no idea what poetry is exactly. I'm just wondering. *giggle*
> Your friend,
> Skywise
That is pretty deep skywise, I guess that we never thought of it that way.
But if that is his attempt a poetry, it isn't any better than anything else
that I have seen here. ;-)
-Orion
From Cat@yabbs Mon Apr 25 21:08:57 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: A poem
Date: Mon Apr 25 21:08:57 1994
Well, since everyone has been posting some very beautiful but very sombre
poetry, I though I would post something a bit more lighthearted.
The cute little pink bunnies skip gleefully through the garden.
They are joined by the cute purple teddy bears.
And the darling wittle birdies.
Tripping hither tripping thither through the happy little garden of
Life.
The sun is shining over head, the wittle birdies are twittering
away
Happy little songs about how happy they are in this cutsie oootsie
wittle world.
The bunnies roll around in the grass.....
They are joined by more cute bunnies (the result of the
aforementioned romp in
the grass...gotta love those bunnies)
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(see the cute little cotton tails of all the adorable little bunnies?)
The teddy bears blow puffs of dandelions all over this joyful
little garden.
Little did they know that the dandelion seeds had been tampered
with by Mother Nature, who was on PMS and couldn't deal with all this
damn cuteness.
The dandelions grow rapidly as weeds always do.
Here a dandy there a dandy everywhere a dandy dandy............
They strangle the teddy bears.
They stifle the song of the ittle wittle birdies.
They suck the will to live from the mutilplying bunnies.
Mother Nature, feeling much better having taken her aggressions
out on this sticky sweet little world, looks on the remains of the
garden of Life, smiles to herself, takes two advil, and goes to
bed to
sleep
till
menopause kicks in.
:)
=^^=
From treefrog@yabbs Mon Apr 25 21:09:26 1994
From: treefrog@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: re: your idiocy
Date: Mon Apr 25 21:09:26 1994
Well...now my fine feathered friends....maybe you have grasped the REAL
meaning of poetry after all....yet it escapes me as to why you never wrote
a poem on your rage toward my post?????? now that would have been good
poetry.... but alas..no, the wandering, and ever so drunk poet, yearns
for feeling, and response, and a shoulder to hold on to when falling...
yes falling down torawds the deep pits of the netherworld....screaming as
they fell...cursing as they fell...yet never reaching out to the hand of
god...ever steady, ever present, ever ready....to hold on and never let
go...Treefrog continues his search...continues his fall...and continues to
scream and reach...at the same time..yet opposite seconds..
-Froggy-
PS. This base is not all that bad..why are there so little amts of poetry
on it?
PPS. did someone make this?
From htoaster@yabbs Mon Apr 25 22:55:10 1994
From: htoaster@yabbs
To: treefrog@yabbs
Subject: re: your idiocy
Date: Mon Apr 25 22:55:10 1994
In message re: your idiocy, treefrog said:
> PS. This base is not all that bad..why are there so little amts of poetry
> on it?
well, considering that the board is probably less than a month old (i didn't
feel like checking my creation date, but i have a feeling it was about a
month ago) 196 messages seems pretty good to my (and lots of them seem
to have poetry)...
alex
From robtelee@yabbs Tue Apr 26 11:40:29 1994
From: robtelee@yabbs
To: Kirkland@yabbs
Subject: RE: Retrospect
Date: Tue Apr 26 11:40:29 1994
you build slowly and then hit us with a sucker punch...very powerful
stuff...would she look on your behavior the same way ? It made me think
of what I should have not done in my own past...Thanks....
robtelee
From robtelee@yabbs Tue Apr 26 11:43:18 1994
From: robtelee@yabbs
To: treefrog@yabbs
Subject: your idiocy
Date: Tue Apr 26 11:43:18 1994
better, much better....:) Now that causes one to think...
From pixy@yabbs Tue Apr 26 13:15:43 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: A poem
Date: Tue Apr 26 13:15:43 1994
that was funny; i'm going to read it again and again adn again. write
more!
pixy
From temp@yabbs Tue Apr 26 15:46:26 1994
From: temp@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: da wittle cutsie poem
Date: Tue Apr 26 15:46:26 1994
Only from your twisted little sense of humor and your ever adventure
seeking mind could such a poem evolve...gotta love ya Tammie :) You're
lucky most of us do *grin* *nudge*
-Dest' :)
P.S. (yeah, tis me...I got tossed off or soething or other and had to
change to this nick :) Beats me, I know nothing about computers, as you
well know *grin*)
From NJDEVIL@yabbs Tue Apr 26 16:38:12 1994
From: NJDEVIL@yabbs
To: cat@yabbs
Subject: re: A poem
Date: Tue Apr 26 16:38:12 1994
cute! I like it! Mom Nature on the prowl! Giggle
From Lacey@yabbs Tue Apr 26 22:04:17 1994
From: Lacey@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Love me!
Date: Tue Apr 26 22:04:17 1994
Hey guys, how are you all doing?
I really need your help. I'm dating this really incredible guy who treats
me like gold and I want to tell him how I feel and I don't know quite how
to tell him. I thought a little message would be nice.
Can you guys tell me exactly what you think on this?
Everytime...
Everytime I close my eyes the image of your face appears
Everytime I hear your voice my body begins to tingle
Everytime I see your smile I think of what you mean to me
Everytime you touch me you always bring me pleasure
I think of the time that we have spent together and I feel all the joy
that you have brought me
I never want it to end
So long I have searched for the love of my life and finally I have found
it...That Love is YOU!!!
Everytime I see your face my heart fills with love
I can never think of life without you because you are my life
Everything I do I do for you
I think of our good times both past and present and I think of what the
future holds for us together
I wany nothing more than to spend my life loving you and only you.
I need you in my life.
I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay guys, what did you think?
Lacey :)
From Charon@yabbs Wed Apr 27 00:07:37 1994
From: Charon@yabbs
To: Lacey@yabbs
Subject: re: Love me!
Date: Wed Apr 27 00:07:37 1994
I can sympathize w/ you!!! i know what it is like to be that much in
love...also to be that much out of love..it goes eiether way..loved the
poem!!!!!!
-Charon-
From Charon@yabbs Wed Apr 27 01:19:28 1994
From: Charon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: <no title>
Date: Wed Apr 27 01:19:28 1994
go to him my child..go and embrace him.
leave him....go ahead and leave him
steal her heart..wth no remorse...and as easily as stealing a pack of
gum.. never give it back..never even try,,for you will fail..miserably.
so go ahead try..and fail..and break the only thing that holds
meaning..ME.
-Charon-
From Cat@yabbs Wed Apr 27 09:40:56 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: temp@yabbs
Subject: re: da wittle cutsie poem
Date: Wed Apr 27 09:40:56 1994
In message da wittle cutsie poem, temp said:
> P.S. (yeah, tis me...I got tossed off or soething or other and had to
> change to this nick :) Beats me, I know nothing about computers, as you
> well know *grin*)
Temp huh? Hmmmmmm she goes from being Fate to being Fahrenheit. :)
You're pretty funny Dest. :)
=^^=
From JasonLee@yabbs Wed Apr 27 13:35:34 1994
From: JasonLee@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Time for sadness
Date: Wed Apr 27 13:35:34 1994
Hi, um, I just found out that Ralph Ellison died, but I don't know the exact
date it happened. Anyway, I'm pretty much just miserable at the news. I
just wanted to make that known.
JasonLee
From Natalie@yabbs Wed Apr 27 13:37:16 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: JasonLee@yabbs
Subject: re: Time for sadness
Date: Wed Apr 27 13:37:16 1994
*sob* almost as bad as when Robert Heinlein dies *sob*
From pixy@yabbs Wed Apr 27 21:01:38 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: Lacey@yabbs
Subject: re: Love me!
Date: Wed Apr 27 21:01:38 1994
I don't know. Most guys aren't big on poetry--you would be very possibly
wasting your breath on your significant other. Guys aren't the romantic
creatures all too often--at least in the modern sense of romance. I know
that when i get poems from my girlfriend I appreciate them and what goes
into them, but they really don't throttle me. Many men, myself included,
have passions, indeed, but for things more abstract than romance and
boyfriend/girlfriend relationships. I love my girlfriend, but i don't
passionately love her. Not so much that her poetry would move
me--especially if it were directed towards me.
So, c0onsider my above ramblings in your descision, but when it comes
right down to it, I say do whateber feels right. I know for certain I am
not like many others.
pixy
From pixy@yabbs Wed Apr 27 21:04:53 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: Charon@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Wed Apr 27 21:04:53 1994
that is an interesting poem you posted: the one tht begins " go to
himm...". I think that is the first poem of yours that doesn't follow the
a, b, a, b, rhyme scheme. Why is that? Don't think I'm telling you how to
write; i'm just wondering about the significance of the change in style
and its purpose.
pixy
From Natalie@yabbs Wed Apr 27 21:48:48 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: pixy@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Wed Apr 27 21:48:48 1994
how nice, an intelligent critic....much better than some ofthe stuff we've
been getting around here lately *applauds*...Hmmm...I should try to write
some more stuff one of these days...been a while since I posted anything
literary...
Natalie
From Hellion@yabbs Wed Apr 27 22:03:18 1994
From: Hellion@yabbs
To: pixy@yabbs
Subject: re: Love me!
Date: Wed Apr 27 22:03:18 1994
In message re: Love me!, pixy said:
> I don't know. Most guys aren't big on poetry--you would be very possibly
> wasting your breath on your significant other. Guys aren't the romantic
> creatures all too often--at least in the modern sense of romance. I know
I have to dissagree with you here. I am a very romantic guy and love to
write poetry to, and recieve it from my girlfriend. From what I have
noticed with most of my friends who are guys, they actually do enjoy stuff
like that, but usually have to keep too macho of an image to admit it.
-- Hellion
From pixy@yabbs Wed Apr 27 23:06:03 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Wed Apr 27 23:06:03 1994
yeah, post! i love to see how others write. it helps me improve alot. and
don't forget to comment on everything you see.
pixy
p.s. i will post as soon as i come up with some more stuff, i'm just not
feeling it right now.
From pixy@yabbs Wed Apr 27 23:10:10 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: Hellion@yabbs
Subject: re: Love me!
Date: Wed Apr 27 23:10:10 1994
that is great. i was hoping not to steroetype all guys with my comments, i
just know how i feel. to parapphrase my earlier post: not too many are
like me. I don't have a macho problem, i just don't find an interest in
all the love and romance. I have greater passions for other things, though
women certainly do evoke unbelieveable passion from me, too. i just don;'t
like all the mushy stuff.
pixy
From pixy@yabbs Thu Apr 28 10:36:08 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: <no title>
Date: Thu Apr 28 10:36:08 1994
got me a chainsaw
Let them eat Splinters
I;m cutting this piece for me
History has taught me that
any good cutter can receive the
wonderful and most
Splendiferous protestant blessings
and those of the Savoir(who, afterall, died
on a piece of driftwood)and(all things being temporary)
will surely smile down upon me destruction.
Amen
From warlord@yabbs Thu Apr 28 22:10:56 1994
From: warlord@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Romance
Date: Thu Apr 28 22:10:56 1994
Pixy I must agree with what you said. I also think most guys,
do not care that much for poetry. But then again that is my opinion.
I have more of a "sexual" rush from flying than I do from being with a
female.
Anyway that is my four cents, as much as that is worth.
From JasonLee@yabbs Thu Apr 28 22:29:00 1994
From: JasonLee@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: Time for sadness
Date: Thu Apr 28 22:29:00 1994
In message re: Time for sadness, Natalie said:
> *sob* almost as bad as when Robert Heinlein dies *sob*
They are not even in the same league. Although I like and respect
Heinlein's writing, Ellison in a single novel managed to encapsulate the
whole experience of being an American, with all its complexities and
nuances.
JasonLee
From Mariusz@yabbs Thu Apr 28 22:44:19 1994
From: Mariusz@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Mariusz
Date: Thu Apr 28 22:44:19 1994
Love is a plant,
that must be chreshised and fed,
so it will grow into love eternal.
From JasonLee@yabbs Thu Apr 28 22:58:38 1994
From: JasonLee@yabbs
To: Mariusz@yabbs
Subject: re: Mariusz
Date: Thu Apr 28 22:58:38 1994
In message Mariusz, Mariusz said:
> Love is a plant,
> that must be chreshised and fed,
> so it will grow into love eternal.
Poems are cheese,
that must be churned out and bred,
so they will grow into lame eternal.
I don't know. Is it just me, or is most of this poetry stuff just bullshit?
JasonLee
From pixy@yabbs Fri Apr 29 00:29:42 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: warlord@yabbs
Subject: re: Romance
Date: Fri Apr 29 00:29:42 1994
In message Romance, warlord said:
> Pixy I must agree with what you said. I also think most guys,
> do not care that much for poetry. But then again that is my opinion.
>
> I have more of a "sexual" rush from flying than I do from being with a
> female.
> Anyway that is my four cents, as much as that is worth.
Alas. we men must face the classisc conflict of desire and passion vs.
rational thinking. O! Terque, Quaterqe Beati...
Pixy
From Natalie@yabbs Fri Apr 29 08:18:13 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: JasonLee@yabbs
Subject: re: Mariusz
Date: Fri Apr 29 08:18:13 1994
Geez...JasonLee, what's your problem? Here's my 2 cents worth...
1. He|nle|n almost s|nglehandedly made sc|-f| a leg|t genre. Pretty much
before h|m, sc|-f| was relegated to pulp magaz|nes and |t d|dn't get
the k|nd of d|str|but|on |t gets today. True, some people may argue
that |t was better that way, but | don't th|nk so...|f you're a wr|ter
then *part* (not all, and th|s may be the t|nest part) of your reason
for wr|t|ng |s to let other know what you th|nk and how you feel.
Sc|-f| authors couldn't reach a w|de aud|ence before He|nle|n made |t
okay, and you st|ll won't see a sc|-f| author be|ng g|ven the Nobel
pr|ze, but th|ngs have come a long way...
2. You sa|d, "I don't know. Is it just me, or is most of this poetry
stuff just bullshit?" |t's only bullsh|t |f you're nothonest |n your
|ntent|ons when you wr|te |t, and | really don't th|nk anyone around
here |s try|ng to pull the wool over anyone's eyes.
Well, that's what | th|nk...and y'all know, | should probably actually
post some more poetry one of these days....
Natal|e
From buzzbomb@yabbs Fri Apr 29 09:32:17 1994
From: buzzbomb@yabbs
To: JasonLee@yabbs
Subject: re: Mariusz
Date: Fri Apr 29 09:32:17 1994
in an english class i had last semester, we read this article about
a poetry class. the teacher had left an assignment on the board from
a different class, and when the poetry class came it, they saw it and
thought it was a poem (it was just a list of names) and started
analyzing it. THe teacher let them go with it, and they eventaully
pulled a lot of "deep" meaning from it. just a bunch of words and
numbers (author's names and page numbers i think they were actually).
basically anyting can be percieved as art and people can enjoy it.
just like music, visual art, whatever... i heard some construction
equipment on campus the other day and i swear the banging and clanging
was just as cool sounding as any industrial tracks i'ev heard recently.
would've been cool to sample and loop as a rhythm track.
so what's my point? i dunno... but basically if people enjoy it or
get meaning out if it, it qualifies as art (in this case poetry). and
yes i agree that there's so many cliches and overworked themes that it
gets pretty lame sometimes. but i'm sure there's SOMEONE out there that
has an original perspective on love... so keep trying, people.
love is a passing emotion
<slam that key>
:)
From Cat@yabbs Fri Apr 29 09:56:17 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: Mariusz
Date: Fri Apr 29 09:56:17 1994
In message re: Mariusz, Natalie said:
> 1. He|nle|n almost s|nglehandedly made sc|-f| a leg|t genre. Pretty much
> before h|m, sc|-f| was relegated to pulp magaz|nes and |t d|dn't get
> the k|nd of d|str|but|on |t gets today. True, some people may argue
> that |t was better that way, but | don't th|nk so...
Really? Hmmm. I've never read any Heinlein, never was much into sci-fi, I
read War of the Worlds in 4th grade, scared my self half to death and
haven't picked up another sci-fi novel since, unless you count some of
the stuff Vonnegut writes as sci-fi, but I perfer to think of it as satire.
Sci-fi is one of the scariest genres because there's always a chance,
however slight, that the stuff in them could happen.
> and | really don't th|nk anyone around here |s try|ng to pull the wool
over anyone's eyes.
Hmmmm. I wouldn't be too sure about that. Maybe I am, pulling the wool
over someones eyes is such fun. ;). Most of the poetry I write is like
that one I posted, sarcastic, tongue in cheek stuff. Oh I have writien
some sincere poems, but I never liked them as well. :)
From Natalie@yabbs Fri Apr 29 10:43:17 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: Mariusz
Date: Fri Apr 29 10:43:17 1994
but cat, you're be|ng s|ncerely sarcast|c....not fak|ng an emot|on. There
|s a d|fference...
and one more th|ng jasonlee: | don't wrte aboutlove, | wr|te about
man|pulat|on...there |s just a b|t of a d|fference...
natal|e
(damn th|s keyboard!)
From bardIIII@yabbs Fri Apr 29 11:06:08 1994
From: bardIIII@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Bored....
Date: Fri Apr 29 11:06:08 1994
haven't had time to write anything of my own lately, but thought
i'd drop off something that a friend wrote before he went into the
army last week....
A Warrior At Dawn
Weep for me,
And sing for me,
And pray for me,
I must go now to meet Fate.
For now we are parted
But remembrance shall keep us close.
Things said, gifts kept, tender moments, and laughter,
These shall make our bond.
To see me you have only to notice
The simple pleasures around you,
The beauty of nature, good drink, and laughter.
Perceive the world with the wonder of a child,
Peer through The Looking Glass and see my life.
Our souls have crossed paths
So we are destined to meet again.
We have formed a chain which transcends
The bonds of man and earth.
And when united again
We shall indulge in these delights once more,
Beauty, drink, and laughter.
Well, thats it....hope someone enjoys it...it is simple, yet has a
great message(which is hard to see if you dont know him, but oh
well)
----Bard
.
From pixy@yabbs Fri Apr 29 11:22:49 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: Mariusz
Date: Fri Apr 29 11:22:49 1994
yes. you should.
From Cat@yabbs Fri Apr 29 13:23:57 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: Mariusz
Date: Fri Apr 29 13:23:57 1994
In message re: Mariusz, Natalie said:
> but cat, you're be|ng s|ncerely sarcast|c....not fak|ng an emot|on. There
> |s a d|fference...
>
Heck Nat, I'm not being sincerely sarcastic at all. :) I use saracsm as a
defence to hide my real emotions. :)
-tammie
From Natalie@yabbs Fri Apr 29 15:40:28 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: Mariusz
Date: Fri Apr 29 15:40:28 1994
tammie, you're just a pathetic wannabe.... *hug*
natalie
From pixy@yabbs Fri Apr 29 15:58:15 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: <no title>
Date: Fri Apr 29 15:58:15 1994
here's a little ditty by e.e. cummings--one of my personal favorites,
chuckle, chuckle:) tell me what you think.
the way to hump a cow is not
to get yourself a stool
but draw a line around the spot
and call it beautifool
to multiply because and why
dividing thens by nows
and adding ands(i understand)
is hows to hump a cows
the way to hump a cow is not
to elevate your tool
but drop a penny in the slot
and bellow like a bool
to lay a wreath from ancient greath
on insulated brows
(while tossing boms at uncle toms)
is hows to hump a cows
the way to hump a cow is not
to push and then to pull
but practicing the art of swot
to preach the golden rule
to vote for me(all decent mem
and wonens will allows
which if they don't to hell with them)
is hows to hump a cows
*NOTE* i have not mispelled anything in the above poem--i checked--if
anything is not spelled correctly, it was the authors intention.
enjoy,
pixy
From Natalie@yabbs Fri Apr 29 17:51:16 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: pixy@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Fri Apr 29 17:51:16 1994
i hate ee cummings. yeats is much better.
From JasonLee@yabbs Fri Apr 29 19:24:00 1994
From: JasonLee@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: Mariusz
Date: Fri Apr 29 19:24:00 1994
In message re: Mariusz, Natalie said:
> 1. He|nle|n almost s|nglehandedly made sc|-f| a leg|t genre. Pretty much
> before h|m, sc|-f| was relegated to pulp magaz|nes and |t d|dn't get
> the k|nd of d|str|but|on |t gets today. True, some people may argue
> that |t was better that way, but | don't th|nk so...|f you're a wr|ter
> then *part* (not all, and th|s may be the t|nest part) of your reason
> for wr|t|ng |s to let other know what you th|nk and how you feel.
> Sc|-f| authors couldn't reach a w|de aud|ence before He|nle|n made |t
> okay, and you st|ll won't see a sc|-f| author be|ng g|ven the Nobel
> pr|ze, but th|ngs have come a long way...
Although he did a great service to sci-fi, it doesn't compare to the
abilities of Ellison. It's hard to explain, but in the single novel he
published, Ellison demonstrated his complete understanding of the black
condition, the american condition, and the human condition.
I know what I've said seems a bit arrogant, but the difference between the
writing abilities of the two is fairly large.
> 2. You sa|d, "I don't know. Is it just me, or is most of this poetry
> stuff just bullshit?" |t's only bullsh|t |f you're nothonest |n your
> |ntent|ons when you wr|te |t, and | really don't th|nk anyone around
> here |s try|ng to pull the wool over anyone's eyes.
I don't know that pure intention implies good poetry. It's just that I
don't like that people think they can just throw flowery words together,
mention love, and feel deep. I don't like the assumption that unstructured,
unreflective poems are just as good just because of honest intentions.
JasonLee
From robtelee@yabbs Sat Apr 30 01:25:52 1994
From: robtelee@yabbs
To: bardIIII@yabbs
Subject: Bored....
Date: Sat Apr 30 01:25:52 1994
kewl piece...
From Natalie@yabbs Sat Apr 30 11:14:16 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: JasonLee@yabbs
Subject: re: Mariusz
Date: Sat Apr 30 11:14:16 1994
Hmmm....I don't like to compare between genres all that much...there's
different criteria for different genres...Heinlein made sci-fi
respectable...and Ralph Ellison did what he did very well too...bot talk
aboutthe human conditon, just in different ways...
Pure intention does not necessarily make good poetry, I agree that t s
necessary to know enough to avoid a cliche, *but* you have to give a
person credt for tryng...we all can't be Yeats or Shakespeare... And
while I'll be the first one in line to bitch and moan about the state of
poetry today (i.e., I detest free verse, but it's about all I can write
decently...I know, I'm a living contraciction), but a lot of it does have
merits...now modern art on the other hand.....If anyone wants to hear my
whole discourse on poetry, just let me know and I'll unleash it on you...
*grin*
natalie
From Deaska@yabbs Sat Apr 30 12:23:18 1994
From: Deaska@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: heinline vs Ellison
Date: Sat Apr 30 12:23:18 1994
hehehehe... Orwell kicks ass!!!! *wink an' grin*
*yabbs hug*
D' :)
From Cat@yabbs Sat Apr 30 12:40:17 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: Deaska@yabbs
Subject: re: heinline vs Ellison
Date: Sat Apr 30 12:40:17 1994
Yup :)
From Natalie@yabbs Sat Apr 30 16:04:30 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Deaska@yabbs
Subject: re: heinline vs Ellison
Date: Sat Apr 30 16:04:30 1994
jes' throw some gasoline on the fire, Deask'.....
*hug*
Natalie
From Charon@yabbs Sat Apr 30 19:35:29 1994
From: Charon@yabbs
To: pixy@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Sat Apr 30 19:35:29 1994
I really do nor know...i sometimes fell the need to change..here or there,
now and then...adn if it comes out nice, then i soetimes do it
again..thanx for the insight! :)
-Charon-
From Charon@yabbs Sat Apr 30 19:37:51 1994
From: Charon@yabbs
To: Hellion@yabbs
Subject: re: Love me!
Date: Sat Apr 30 19:37:51 1994
YES!!!!!!!!!!!! Hellion said it!!! i am i guy but i am very romantic
towards my girlfriend...but sometimes i also am the biggest asshole..so it
goe both ways..but as Hellion said..some guys can be VERY romantic!!
-Charon- *HUG*
From Charon@yabbs Sat Apr 30 19:47:17 1994
From: Charon@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: Mariusz
Date: Sat Apr 30 19:47:17 1994
If you are going to hide your real emotions...there is no sense in writing
poetry.....because poetry is an expression of your emotions in such a way
that while you cannot express them in life...you find another way..:)
-Charon-
From Cat@yabbs Sat Apr 30 20:00:19 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: Charon@yabbs
Subject: re: Mariusz
Date: Sat Apr 30 20:00:19 1994
In message re: Mariusz, Charon said:
> If you are going to hide your real emotions...there is no sense in writing
> poetry.....because poetry is an expression of your emotions in such a way
> that while you cannot express them in life...you find another way..:)
> -Charon-
Wrong wrong wrong my dear. I write poetry because I feel like it. If I'm
upset or angry and decide to write a sarcastic poem instead of a morose
depressing or anger and hatred filled one, because sarcasm makes me feel
better than my real emotions do, then I'll write a sarcastic poem. :)
From Natalie@yabbs Sat Apr 30 20:13:30 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: Mariusz
Date: Sat Apr 30 20:13:30 1994
you go girl!
From Mariusz@yabbs Sat Apr 30 21:05:01 1994
From: Mariusz@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Shiatty
Date: Sat Apr 30 21:05:01 1994
I think that Dylan Thomas is the best poet in the world!
From hawke@yabbs Sun May 1 01:32:00 1994
From: hawke@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: no title
Date: Sun May 1 01:32:00 1994
hey folks i know i only hang out heare to mainly read what everyonte else
does but i was really wondering if we could get off the debate and just
see some goo poetry and to quit anylizing it you may think how do you not
anylize poetry well simple you read it and feel it thank you
hawke
From Natalie@yabbs Sun May 1 03:34:21 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: hawke@yabbs
Subject: re: no title
Date: Sun May 1 03:34:21 1994
but hawke, *whine* it's so much fun debating poetry....and I haven't
writtenany in a while (but maybe I'll try tomorrow, just for you...
*grin*)....
and, mariusz, you're WRONG! Yeats is the best poet who ever lived. BUt I
like dylan thomas a lot too...he's much better than that t.s. eliot
chap...*giggle*
Natalie
From Mariusz@yabbs Sun May 1 03:43:18 1994
From: Mariusz@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: no title
Date: Sun May 1 03:43:18 1994
I like Rage against the dying of the light.
From hawke@yabbs Sun May 1 06:31:45 1994
From: hawke@yabbs
To: natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: no title
Date: Sun May 1 06:31:45 1994
:) why thank you dear that makes me feel special hehehe. as far a the
debating aspect i prefer to just feel poetry :)
catch ya later
hawke
From jujubee@yabbs Sun May 1 10:08:02 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: hawke@yabbs
Subject: re: no title
Date: Sun May 1 10:08:02 1994
---------->>>>>>>>my sentiments exactly<<<<<<<<<-----------------------
*jujubee*
From Natalie@yabbs Sun May 1 14:26:55 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Mariusz@yabbs
Subject: poetry
Date: Sun May 1 14:26:55 1994
YEATS YEATS YEATS YEATS YEATS YEATS YEATS YEATS
(read The Second Coming, it's the best poem in the English language)
And I happen to *love* that Dylan Thomas poem...
From Zbadba@yabbs Sun May 1 21:05:21 1994
From: Zbadba@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: re: poetry
Date: Sun May 1 21:05:21 1994
* The following poem was written in completely honest intent, without
known cliches, love, flowery language, or Ralph Ellison. As such,
it may not be suitable for JasonLee.
Parental discretion is advised. ;) *
Quivering Pinkness,
Like a can full of Goodness;
Pull back the tab: Spam.
From pixy@yabbs Sun May 1 22:07:03 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Sun May 1 22:07:03 1994
In message re: <no title>, Natalie said:
> i hate ee cummings. yeats is much better.
Oh, come on Nat. Sure, yeats is a great poems--Easter 1916 is one of the
greatest poems ever. cummings, though, had an understanding of rythm and
diction and the like that no one has even come close to. His creativity
and experimantation takes poetry to a whole new level for me.
pixy
From pixy@yabbs Sun May 1 22:09:44 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: Charon@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Sun May 1 22:09:44 1994
In message re: <no title>, Charon said:
> I really do nor know...i sometimes fell the need to change..here or there,
> now and then...adn if it comes out nice, then i soetimes do it
you are quite welcome, charon. I am always willing to lend my advice and
suggestions.
pixy
From pixy@yabbs Sun May 1 22:11:56 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: Mariusz@yabbs
Subject: re: Shiatty
Date: Sun May 1 22:11:56 1994
In message Shiatty, Mariusz said:
> I think that Dylan Thomas is the best poet in the world!
Well, give me some time! *grin*
pixy
From pixy@yabbs Sun May 1 22:13:07 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: Mariusz@yabbs
Subject: re: no title
Date: Sun May 1 22:13:07 1994
In message re: no title, Mariusz said:
> I like Rage against the dying of the light.
oh, that is a GOOD one.
Pixy
From Natalie@yabbs Sun May 1 22:52:15 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: pixy@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Sun May 1 22:52:15 1994
blah. I hate stupid respelling anda lack of or bizarre punctuation.
Give me good old iambic pentameter anyday. (yes, I am very conservative
when it comes to poetry. So kill me.)
From Nemesis@yabbs Mon May 2 00:46:06 1994
From: Nemesis@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Horseless Carriage
Date: Mon May 2 00:46:06 1994
Sure,
It's just steel, plastic, rubber, and glass;
But to me there is more.
I feel It's bowels churning. I hear it whine.
I hear it roar.
Listen, It will tell you a story, It's name, how it feels.
It is more than just a tool or a machine.
It is my friend.
-Nemesis
From Mariusz@yabbs Mon May 2 15:36:59 1994
From: Mariusz@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Shiaty
Date: Mon May 2 15:36:59 1994
I think that Garciaso is a good hispanic poet.
From pixy@yabbs Mon May 2 20:36:32 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Mon May 2 20:36:32 1994
In message re: <no title>, Natalie said:
> blah. I hate stupid respelling anda lack of or bizarre punctuation.
> Give me good old iambic pentameter anyday. (yes, I am very conservative
> when it comes to poetry. So kill me.)
...oh, come on. conventional rythm has been around for thousands of years.
It's long overdue that we play around with forms and comlexity of our
languages in new ways--the english language for one could use new
manipulations.But i don't think i will kill you for your opinion--but
there is always that option;)
pixy
From Natalie@yabbs Mon May 2 23:36:51 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: pixy@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Mon May 2 23:36:51 1994
however, it has gotten to the point where the conventions are no longer
taught in schools. I had to teach myself how to write in iambic
pentameter. I still remember my 9th grade english class where we were
told to write a poem and the techer told us that anything we wanted could
be poetry. There has to be some thought put into it, not just a random
selection of words that look good. That's what the conventions do...they
make the poet think of the words that best suit his or her purpose. And
while I know that cummings did put a lot of thought into his poetry, it is
his poetry and others like it that have led to this total lack of
understanding of poetic forms and what *I* consider to be the sorry state
of poetry today. I just don't like the aesthetic that I'm being forced to
conform to. And while I do write free verse, I also discipline myself by
writing sonnets. That's about allI can think of at the moment, cause I'm
really really tired....god I hate having to work....
natalie
From Cat@yabbs Tue May 3 11:06:57 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Tue May 3 11:06:57 1994
rdir(b)s
y in the sky
l
rdir(b)s f until
the
...
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...
@
...
@
...
@
meht c h a s e s dna semoc
a
w
a
y
wow. now i'm cool just like e.e.cummings :)
i could had done better if i'd had pen and paper. compucummings just
isn't the same. :)
From Natalie@yabbs Tue May 3 11:34:10 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Tue May 3 11:34:10 1994
i hate you cat. i really really hate you. gotta love that sarcasm.
natalie
From Cat@yabbs Tue May 3 11:37:02 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Tue May 3 11:37:02 1994
awww, gee Nat. I thought you'd _like_ that one. That's no way to respond
to my attempt at creativity. Now I'm hurt *snifflesniffle* :)
From Natalie@yabbs Tue May 3 12:25:00 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Tue May 3 12:25:00 1994
*insane giggling*
TRY PUTTING A LITTLE MORE THOUGHT INTO IT NEXT TIME THEN!
*maniacal laughter*
From pixy@yabbs Tue May 3 12:31:50 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Tue May 3 12:31:50 1994
In message re: <no title>, Natalie said:
>
> however, it has gotten to the point where the conventions are no longer
> taught in schools. I had to teach myself how to write in iambic
> pentameter. I still remember my 9th grade english class where we were
> told to write a poem and the techer told us that anything we wanted could
> be poetry. There has to be some thought put into it, not just a random
> selection of words that look good. That's what the conventions do...they
> make the poet think of the words that best suit his or her purpose. And
> while I know that cummings did put a lot of thought into his poetry, it is
> his poetry and others like it that have led to this total lack of
> understanding of poetic forms and what *I* consider to be the sorry state
> of poetry today. I just don't like the aesthetic that I'm being forced to
> conform to. And while I do write free verse, I also discipline myself by
> writing sonnets. That's about allI can think of at the moment, cause I'm
Actually, i was taught the conventtions of how to form meter and rythm,
but i doubt that everyone is. Yes, i would agreee that some poems now use
free verse out of sheer laziness. I would even hesitate to consider most
free verse poems--perhaps raw thought would be a better term. some totally
disregard any verse when it could elevate the communication of their
thoughts into a totally different level of experience. with free verse the
content and diction communicate, as does the lack of verse. Many don't
consider the poem something that acts upon many different complex levels,
so what we get is a lot of second rate poetry.
But now on the other hand, look how many people butcher rythm and
meter. too many people just think that the only way to wirte a poem is in
the standard a,b,c,d...rhyme scheme and whatever rythm seems to fit in
with the first line of the poem. Certainly this is not good poetry. Most
of the poetry in unfree verse is just as childish and incomplete as the
free verse.
rythm and rhyme are something that need more consideration from
poets. And no rythm or ryme is still a type of rythm and rhyme and still
requires the same considerations as such.
pixy
From pixy@yabbs Tue May 3 12:33:58 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Tue May 3 12:33:58 1994
In message re: <no title>, Cat said:
> rdir(b)s
>
> y in the sky
> l
> rdir(b)s f until
and so on..
no. compucummings isn't as good as the real thing, but this is a really
neat effort.
pixy
From Cat@yabbs Tue May 3 13:43:38 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Tue May 3 13:43:38 1994
In message re: <no title>, Natalie said:
> TRY PUTTING A LITTLE MORE THOUGHT INTO IT NEXT TIME THEN!
Heck that poem took me a whole hour and a half to write i'll have you
know! ;)
Sheeeeeeeeeesh! Everyone's a critic!
-tammie
From Hellion@yabbs Tue May 3 20:09:42 1994
From: Hellion@yabbs
To: pixy@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Tue May 3 20:09:42 1994
In message re: <no title>, pixy said:
> Actually, i was taught the conventtions of how to form meter and rythm,
> but i doubt that everyone is. Yes, i would agreee that some poems now use
> free verse out of sheer laziness. I would even hesitate to consider most
> free verse poems--perhaps raw thought would be a better term. some totally
> disregard any verse when it could elevate the communication of their
> thoughts into a totally different level of experience. with free verse the
> content and diction communicate, as does the lack of verse. Many don't
> consider the poem something that acts upon many different complex levels,
> so what we get is a lot of second rate poetry.
> But now on the other hand, look how many people butcher rythm and
> meter. too many people just think that the only way to wirte a poem is in
> the standard a,b,c,d...rhyme scheme and whatever rythm seems to fit in
> with the first line of the poem. Certainly this is not good poetry. Most
> of the poetry in unfree verse is just as childish and incomplete as the
> free verse.
> rythm and rhyme are something that need more consideration from
> poets. And no rythm or ryme is still a type of rythm and rhyme and still
> requires the same considerations as such.
> pixy
Okay, here we go off being "professional" poets? Tell you all what,
I am a Computer Science Major! Once upon a time I learned a little about
rhyme and meter, but I really didn't care much, I write what I feel! If it
happens to rhyme, so be it, if not then it doesn't. I guess that I just don't
have what it takes to write good poetry! But then again when you are
programming 10 - 20 hours a week, you really don't have too much time to
think about if it has some rhyme or rythym! I guess if you don't like what
I write, dont read it. I just feel that if there are 2 or 3 people out
there that like to read it, then I will post it, if not I will just keep it
to myself *professional poetry* (spoken under breath)
-- Hellion
From jujubee@yabbs Tue May 3 20:43:54 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: compucummings
Date: Tue May 3 20:43:54 1994
....hey--i thought it was cool....but then again, i always appreciate
things that stray from the norm....you'll never catch me writing iambic
pentameter or something....not that iambic pentameter is bad or
anything....i just prefer free verse....as far as i am concerned.....
it was a valiant attempt well received and appreciated by me....
****VIVA EL GATO!!!!****** or dare i say....la gata? hehehehe...psyche!
**la jujubee**
From hawke@yabbs Tue May 3 22:29:46 1994
From: hawke@yabbs
To: Hellion@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Tue May 3 22:29:46 1994
hey hellion i couldnt agree more with you on that keep writing what you
feel :)
and ill keep reading it hehehehe
From Natalie@yabbs Wed May 4 00:22:09 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: SORRY!
Date: Wed May 4 00:22:09 1994
Geez...what have I started??? All I want is a little thought put into
poetry, that's all I ask.....I don't care how much time you put into it,
just try to do your best...don't jusdt pick 30 words at random, arrange
them haphhazardly and try to pawn it off as a poem. I ain't gonna buy it.
natalie
From Hellion@yabbs Wed May 4 01:56:51 1994
From: Hellion@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: SORRY!
Date: Wed May 4 01:56:51 1994
In message SORRY!, Natalie said:
> Geez...what have I started??? All I want is a little thought put into
> poetry, that's all I ask.....I don't care how much time you put into it,
> just try to do your best...don't jusdt pick 30 words at random, arrange
> them haphhazardly and try to pawn it off as a poem. I ain't gonna buy it.
>
> natalie
No, that is not what I got from it at all. I got this sudden
feeling, not from any one person, that the poetry here was not good
enough, from there it went on to forms, what was better who was better
and then got into rhyme and meter, and I really started to feel like
anything that I wrote wasnt going to be good enough. I have just
been wondering if everyone thinks that everything here sux. With the
exception of hawke, in the last 3 or 4 days here I have just been an
innocent bystander waiting for this to calmly cool down. I didnt
mean to start anything new. Sheesh with all the flames going you
would think that we were on #hack *ha ha ha* I really hope it does
calm down, cuz I know I put thought and effort into my stuff,
a good start would be no flames on this letter. =)
-- Hellion
From Cat@yabbs Wed May 4 13:20:47 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: re: compucummings
Date: Wed May 4 13:20:47 1994
thanks much juju! i lve free verse as well. iambic pentameter is all fine
and good, but once in a while one has to let ones hair down and write
something fun and silly. :) glad you liked it. :)
take care!
tammiecat
From Cat@yabbs Wed May 4 13:23:52 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: SORRY!
Date: Wed May 4 13:23:52 1994
In message SORRY!, Natalie said:
> just try to do your best...don't jusdt pick 30 words at random, arrange
> them haphhazardly and try to pawn it off as a poem. I ain't gonna buy it.
Funny thing is Nat, many publishers would. :) that's the problem with
some of the writing these days. everyone's trying to be avant garde
simply for the sake of being avant garde. They're all out elioting eliot
(whom i love no matter what, look what he did for cats ;) )
tammie
From Natalie@yabbs Wed May 4 13:55:31 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Hellion@yabbs
Subject: re: SORRY!
Date: Wed May 4 13:55:31 1994
I never ever ever meant to imply that the poetry here was less than great.
I was just speaking in generalities, and you know how that gets people in
trouble. I should know better than that. I guess I'm just talking about
the schmuck who thinks s/he's a poet cause s/he can put a bunch of owrds
on the page that aren't prose. Poetry is more than that.
From Natalie@yabbs Wed May 4 14:02:50 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: SORRY!
Date: Wed May 4 14:02:50 1994
I scoff at the avant garde. I think a lot of the stuff that gets
published today, that is not 'genre' writing, is crapola. I have the
hardest time finding books when I go to the bookstore. It's gotten to the
point where I don'teven look for new authors anymore, I just look
for different books by authors I already have. I should be able to find
good writing without having to hunt for it. The standards of the
publishing industry need to be raised, methinks. Look at Stephen King.
He writes his books in the cab on the way to the publisher. The quality
of his stuff doesn't seem to be as good to me as it did 10 years ago. And
no one's going to sit him down and say, "Hey Steve, could you rewrtie
this?" Cause if they do, he can just take it to another publisher. Sure,
it'd be breaking his contract, but w/ the kind of monay he makes, he can
afford it. Publishers are more interested in making a dollar than they
are in distributing quality literature. I think that has to change.
natalie
(And I did like your poem...I was just making use of the sarcasm you like
so much.....*grin*)
From Dadaists@yabbs Wed May 4 14:15:31 1994
From: Dadaists@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: re: SORRY!
Date: Wed May 4 14:15:31 1994
I think that Eliot might have a hard time with your statement (not to
mention contemporary poetry). His stuff was several layers deep with
references and often meant to be difficult to read. Note, for example,
the Greek and Latin in The Wasteland, as if the English isn't hard enough!
Sure, Eliot would scoff at a lot of stuff today. And sure, his
cats-related stuff was fun. But rather than being avante-garde for its
own sake, I think that Eliot's poetry more nearly tried to be art for
art's sake. If you read Eliot as a reaction against Romanticism, this
becomes a little clearer.
Thanks.
-Dadaists
From Natalie@yabbs Wed May 4 16:21:17 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Dadaists@yabbs
Subject: re: SORRY!
Date: Wed May 4 16:21:17 1994
However, I'm a Romantic at heart so....I tend not to like Eliot. I much
prefer Yeats. He speaks to me where Eliot doesn't. Whatever happened to
writing poetry to make people feel something? Art for art's sake? what a
load of shit. There's no point in being 'artistic' if no one
understands/is affected by it. So crucify me. I don't care. I know what
I like.
natalie
From Charon@yabbs Wed May 4 17:35:31 1994
From: Charon@yabbs
To: natalie@yabbs
Subject: sheesh...!!!
Date: Wed May 4 17:35:31 1994
look Nat..and everyone else..poetry comes from the soul..poetry can be
expressed any way possible...there is no RIGHT or WRONG way to state your
feelings....i'd like it if everyone would stop cutting on each other and
realize that poetry can be in ANY form and is not wrong no matter how is
is written, or no matter how many unstessed/stessed sylables are in each
line!!!!!!!!!!! Come on people...who really gives a shit???!!!
and if you do give a shit....open your eyes and look at all the other
forms that are out ther....who knows you might come to like it?!!!
PS. lets stop the insane bickering over who is a better poet and what
forms are best...no one can argue with another person's opinion...
NO ONE!!!!!! NO ONE!!!!!
my two cents..take it or leave it..
-Charon-
From jujubee@yabbs Wed May 4 18:14:39 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: re: sheesh...!!!
Date: Wed May 4 18:14:39 1994
gee--guess Charon's message just about sums it up....can't ppl be more
cheery these days??? there's too much grieving in the world already....
why the hell can't we just all relax and enjoy the finer things in life
rather than habitually slamming them????????
*just*a*thought*
jujubee
From pixy@yabbs Wed May 4 20:44:34 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: Hellion@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Wed May 4 20:44:34 1994
In message re: <no title>, Hellion said:
> Okay, here we go off being "professional" poets? Tell you all what,
> I am a Computer Science Major! Once upon a time I learned a little about
> rhyme and meter, but I really didn't care much, I write what I feel! If it
> happens to rhyme, so be it, if not then it doesn't. I guess that I just don't
> have what it takes to write good poetry! But then again when you are
> programming 10 - 20 hours a week, you really don't have too much time to
> think about if it has some rhyme or rythym! I guess if you don't like what
> I write, dont read it. I just feel that if there are 2 or 3 people out
> there that like to read it, then I will post it, if not I will just keep it
> to myself *professional poetry* (spoken under breath)
>
> -- Hellion
okay, stud. you write poetry the way you want; i'm not orderinf any method
upon anyone but myself--if anything i'm trying to keep people from being
forced to write in one certain way because they think that is the way
poems me be in order to be poems.
but the way i see it is any type of verse--free or otherwise--is
a choice of verse, and i don't think any choice in life should be taken
for granted. If you have enough passion for poetry you'll think about the
choices you make with it, the intricacy of the meter, the suggestions of
the diction, the allusios and similies and metaphors. You'll put every
pieof passion you can wring out of your limbs on to that paper. You'll see
how you can communicate thinks beyond normal expression, and you'll brood
over every choice, every rhyme, every word, every little thing. If you
don't care, fine--just dump it on the paper--that can be great sometimes.
you see, nothing beautiful is above the elements and design
principles of art--even the most nihilistic sentiments have a unity and
balance to them. Every poem reflects something; if you don't care about
that fine, but ido and i'll keep on encouraging others to explore and
consciously deal with the different elements of poetry, thank you very
much.
btw, i'm and Arch major and spend most of my time in the design
studio--your 10 to 20 hours a week programming sounds like a goddamn
vacation to me,and i still find the time to think about what i
right--imagine that
pixy
From pixy@yabbs Wed May 4 20:47:21 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: hawke@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Wed May 4 20:47:21 1994
In message re: <no title>, hawke said:
> hey hellion i couldnt agree more with you on that keep writing what you
> feel :)
and i couldn't agree with you more either; i just prefer to consider every
little detail of my poems. Write your way and let me write mine.
pixy
From pixy@yabbs Wed May 4 20:48:50 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: SORRY!
Date: Wed May 4 20:48:50 1994
thank you natalie, we might not agree on the best way to think about
writing, but at least we both do think about it.
pixy
From pixy@yabbs Wed May 4 20:51:58 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: Dadaists@yabbs
Subject: re: SORRY!
Date: Wed May 4 20:51:58 1994
ah yes, an eliot fan-alright. i am reading the wasteland and i love it.
have you read the hollow men--that's one of my favorite of all time.
pixy
From pixy@yabbs Wed May 4 20:56:07 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: finished
Date: Wed May 4 20:56:07 1994
okay, no matter what naything else has to say or argue about poetry, i'm
gonna start posting it again. I will continue to argue, but after i write
something--i'm aching for a little expression. Maybe all the bitching will
get some good feedback on posted poems coming in. If so, i am all for it.
pixy
From Natalie@yabbs Thu May 5 02:10:45 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: re: finished
Date: Thu May 5 02:10:45 1994
*sigh* I give up. you people do your thing, and I'll do mine. Not like I
ever wanted to make y'all write sonnets anyhow. I jsut happen to think
they're good discipline, that's all.
natalie
From BlueMax@yabbs Thu May 5 09:53:07 1994
From: BlueMax@yabbs
To: BlueMax@yabbs
Subject: NONE
Date: Thu May 5 09:53:07 1994
Wanders the streets...
dark and wet
Looks for a freindly face...
within the endless masses
Wanders, Wanders...
finding nothing but an empty peace
Written this moment, May 5, 1994 @ 22:50
From Deaska@yabbs Thu May 5 11:12:30 1994
From: Deaska@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: poets anon.
Date: Thu May 5 11:12:30 1994
ego's... please settle :)
lets have some more poetry.. an' I'm sorry I can't contribute some atm..
but I'm kinda asleep.
*warm hugs to anyone who wants them*
Deaska
From Cat@yabbs Thu May 5 11:42:05 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: pixy@yabbs
Subject: re: SORRY!
Date: Thu May 5 11:42:05 1994
In message re: SORRY!, pixy said:
> ah yes, an eliot fan-alright. i am reading the wasteland and i love it.
> have you read the hollow men--that's one of my favorite of all time.
> pixy
>
The Waste Land is great! I love Eliot. And The Hollow Men has the best
line in poetry ever written, IMHO:
"This is the way the world ends, not with a bang but a whimper."
-tammie
From Natalie@yabbs Thu May 5 12:36:45 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: SORRY!
Date: Thu May 5 12:36:45 1994
hey cat....I like that poem, but really only that one. I'm not a closet
eliot fan who's in denial. But this is a good line too:
"Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world."
Gotta love that phrase, *mere* anarchy...ah, mon cher Yeats, what a way
you had with words...*sigh* I'll stop rhapsodizing now.
natalie
From Charon@yabbs Thu May 5 17:42:52 1994
From: Charon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: My own blackness
Date: Thu May 5 17:42:52 1994
I am your building block,
I am the one who guides you,
I am the green grass,
in your ever growing forest.
But when the sky falls down,
and you're screaming for me,
I am not to be found,
For you have forgotten me.
At the tower on the hill,
In the house with many walls,
Your screams of breathlessnes,
echo into the village.
I do not weep for you,
nor do i cry for you,
I only wish for me,
to forget this maddening game.
Again, and again,
and just once more,
your scream falls on ears,
across the valleys and streams.
Along forbidden ears,
and among unheard souls,
Racing under the surface,
of the icy stare of death.
Hidden beneath all that seems real,
a slip on the burning tree,
and thrown away from maddness,
Down, down, into the puddle of despair.
The moisture penetrates your lungs,
As the water screams for entry,
and the air battles to escape,
there will soon be a mutual exchange.
And then you are the water,
You are not here, nor there,
You cannot love, see, or hear,
The sun has set,
And you're fucking dead....
-Charon-
From Destiny@yabbs Thu May 5 19:13:32 1994
From: Destiny@yabbs
To: Deaska@yabbs
Subject: re: poets anon.
Date: Thu May 5 19:13:32 1994
Good point D'. After all this is a poetry base. I'd love to see some
more :) Oh, and as for those hugs you were handing out, I'll take one :)
*hugs*
-Dest'
From Cat@yabbs Fri May 6 09:51:04 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: Destiny@yabbs
Subject: re: poets anon.
Date: Fri May 6 09:51:04 1994
In message re: poets anon., Destiny said:
> Good point D'. After all this is a poetry base. I'd love to see some
> more
Hey, you write Dest, why don't you post something? We'd love to read some
of it, not to put you on the spot or anything ;)
From pixy@yabbs Fri May 6 19:53:35 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: SORRY!
Date: Fri May 6 19:53:35 1994
In message re: SORRY!, Cat said:
> "This is the way the world ends, not with a bang but a whimper."
yes, beautiful
pixy
From Destiny@yabbs Sat May 7 22:59:29 1994
From: Destiny@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: Dest' writing
Date: Sat May 7 22:59:29 1994
"Not to put you on the spot or anything" -Cat Yeah right! :) I'd say
that's a spot if I ever saw one- more blatant than the primary colored
shapes on a Twister mat :) I'd post something, but I haven't written much
in a long time. The last piece of writing I completed was a dramatic
monologue. I haven't written much poetry recently. I guess it jsut has
to flow and come into existence on its own. And when it does, I'll be
sure to post something :) Until then, I'll continue to read and enjoy
along with the rest of you :) See ya :)
-Dest' :)
From Deaska@yabbs Sun May 8 03:22:52 1994
From: Deaska@yabbs
To: Destiny@yabbs
Subject: re: Dest' writing
Date: Sun May 8 03:22:52 1994
yuppers.. but I personally can't wait to see some Dest originals...
oops.. here I go again, posting without having a poem to offer.. ahwell..
I'm kinda in the same boat as you Dest... oneday... I'll post.. I
promise...
*big warm loving hug*
your ever loving D'
From pnovak@yabbs Sun May 8 17:09:36 1994
From: pnovak@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Numbers: README
Date: Sun May 8 17:09:36 1994
Hey folks:
I was going to e-mail this private to Natalie. Don't ask me
why I went public. It is a letter in some 3 parts, and it is
v.e.r.y. l.o.n.g.
Skip all numbers if you want to. You're forewarned.
pn.
PS Lotsa beer, don't know if I'll regret this later...
From pnovak@yabbs Sun May 8 17:58:49 1994
From: pnovak@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Oops again!
Date: Sun May 8 17:58:49 1994
I think they wont let me do it. Not nice getting bumped
off after typing half an hour!
Maybe it's the lag, pretty bad right now.
Will ask abt. it; sorry.
pn
From topi@yabbs Tue May 10 22:47:35 1994
From: topi@yabbs
To: bardIIII@yabbs
Subject: re: Bored....
Date: Tue May 10 22:47:35 1994
Yeah *smile* I enjoyed that poem. Thanks for sharing it.
-Cath
From Skywise@yabbs Wed May 11 09:41:04 1994
From: Skywise@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: re: sheesh...!!!
Date: Wed May 11 09:41:04 1994
0101 0111
0100 0101
0100 0001
0101 0010
0100 0101
0100 0001
0100 1100
0100 1100
0100 0111
0100 1111
0100 0100
0101 0011
This is the answer.
From Natalie@yabbs Wed May 11 17:12:59 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Skywise@yabbs
Subject: re: sheesh...!!!
Date: Wed May 11 17:12:59 1994
42?
From Zbadba@yabbs Wed May 11 18:28:49 1994
From: Zbadba@yabbs
To: Skywise@yabbs
Subject: re: sheesh...!!!
Date: Wed May 11 18:28:49 1994
WE ARE ALL GODS
Indeed.
From Charon@yabbs Wed May 11 19:06:55 1994
From: Charon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: re: sheesh...!!!
Date: Wed May 11 19:06:55 1994
From hawke@yabbs Wed May 11 23:25:01 1994
From: hawke@yabbs
To: Zbadba@yabbs
Subject: gods
Date: Wed May 11 23:25:01 1994
some of us are just more godly than others
From pixy@yabbs Sun May 22 04:16:32 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: a poem...finally
Date: Sun May 22 04:16:32 1994
finally i got some new shit i been playing around with. As usual, it's
still rough draft, free verse, and incomplete. As a matter of fact, i was
a bit out of my mind when i wrote it. So please give me some feedback; i
need to figure out what direction i wanna take this thought in--you know,
diction, meter, rhyme scheme, tone, that kinda shit.
Oh well here it goes...
I hate to see you go
you said, as you were kissing my cheek,
"You ready"
Well someone was whispering in the other ear
"choose any animal and you will become..."
Or something like that.
It was time to go,
"Let's go" i think you said,
and in the other ear,
"Any animal you want to be and with every word you are one.."
Or something like that.
For you, old friend, i would be any animal,
and, Perhaps, i am with every word i say to you,
and every word takes me back to you and those sunny days before we lost
interest in innocence
...Or something like that.
And i felt a kiss on my cheek as i fell into a sleep
"Goodbye" I never heard you say,
and nothing in the other ear.
From aztec260@yabbs Mon May 23 05:52:27 1994
From: aztec260@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: run
Date: Mon May 23 05:52:27 1994
Run into the dark allys and sewers
the gutters and junkyards.
Run into the shards and thistles
cutting, cutting, deeper, deeper
pain makes life real.
Pain keeps the real so in your face that you want to puke,
vomit the emotion for it away.
The only thing that keeps you sane are the pill and
liquids that will make the real such a welting and melting
joke.
Run if you think that it helps
hide you.
Shield you from the weight of life,
and the only release, death.
Run the fuck away,
go hide you sick and rotting creature.
Only then can you save yourself.
So run
Run
From aztec260@yabbs Mon May 23 06:05:51 1994
From: aztec260@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: The Night Becomes
Date: Mon May 23 06:05:51 1994
The night becomes death
to those who do not watch there back
to those who laugh to much
talk to much
walk to slow
The night becomes freedom
to those who are shy
to those who are young
who are wild
who are strange
The night becomes home
to those who do not care where they sleep
those who do not eat
do not wash
or care to
The night becomes a genie
to those who dream
those who wish
who daze
to fly
The night becomes day
for those who stay out to long
those who wander to much
make love to long
create to much
The night becomes everything
From Natalie@yabbs Tue May 24 01:35:39 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: technology
Date: Tue May 24 01:35:39 1994
ok, this is VERY rough. it's a first draft, no revisions at all.
so...since it is so choppy and not so good yet, i'll tell you what i'm
trying to do. i'm *trying* to capture a bit of man's relationship to
technoloogy, using christianity as a parallel.
Blinking lights hypnotize
Mysterious beeps and whirs mesmerize
Communion with a machine
friend
mentor
lifeblood
Our very lives depend on these contraptions
One misplaced disk
Misunderstood command
Accidental kick to the power cord
Go directly to Jail
Do not pass Go
Do not collect $200
We get mad at the tool when it's our fault
And man said,
Let us make computers in our image,
After our likeness.
I know, i know, i know. A LOT ofwork to be done on this. I've got a few
ideas, so maybe you all will get a revised (and improved) version one of
these days.
Natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Tue May 24 01:43:29 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Yeats
Date: Tue May 24 01:43:29 1994
I got this wonderful book of literary criticism. It's called "Yeats" and
it's written by Harold Bloom. I was reading it at work andthere was a
passage which made me laugh out loud. So I though I'd share it with you
all.
though the most famous lines against rhetoric since rimbaud's are by
yeats, his vision of reality increasingly demanded a more flamboyant
rhetorical procedure than his own statements could have sanctioned. this
is not unique in yeats; the most wearisome critical statements, from
Wordsworth to the present day, are those against poetical diction and in
favor of the rhythms of supposedly common speech. These statements,
wheher in wordsworth, pound, eliot, or in the host of little poundlings
and elioticians (heheheheh...that's you Cat...), invariably turn out to
have no relation whatsoever to any good poets actual performance.
hatever the rhythms of Yeats became, they were never conversational. If
one wants that, one can go, I suppose, to auden, betjeman or larkin, but
not to the high romantic, anglo-irish yeats.l
ok, i admit it. it was the swipe at eliot and pound i liked. But I agree
100% w/ bloom. And btw, he is VERY critical of mon cher yeats in this
book too, so it's not 500 pages of him going on and on about how great he
was. well, imho he was really great, but hey, that's just me....
natalie
From robtelee@yabbs Tue May 24 01:44:32 1994
From: robtelee@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: technology
Date: Tue May 24 01:44:32 1994
Not bad...I would DEFINITELY like to see your final draft...the parallels
you speak of are intriuging.
From Trane@yabbs Tue May 24 16:11:29 1994
From: Trane@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: another lyric
Date: Tue May 24 16:11:29 1994
Umm, this is another song lyric I wrote for my band, Plankton...it is a
song I wrote after meeting an idol of mine, the renowned bassist for the
great punk band The Minutemen, Mike Watt...after meeting him, I wanted to
write a lyric that expressed the appreciation and "love" I have for him.
You drive me
You mold me
Your lifesongs unfold me
You are the econoclast
Thunder broom
Fills the room
Firecracker, boom boom boom
Unleash me, econoclast
You ignite
Make it right
Cut it loose every night
Take me there, econoclast
And all I ever had
A little man with a gun in his hand
And all I ever had
Jesus and Tequila
You drive me
You mold me
Your lifesongs unfold me
You are the econoclast
Econoclast is a hybrid word, combining iconoclast (literally, one who
breaks down idols) with econo, the adjective Mike Watt often uses to
describe his Do It Yourself, economical, punk philosophy. I think it's a
pretty accurate name for the man. Thunder broom is a term he uses to
describe his bass...also an accurate name.
Trane
From Badger01@yabbs Tue May 24 16:24:21 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: Bloom re Yeats
Date: Tue May 24 16:24:21 1994
Yeats as seen through the eyes of the ubiquitous H. Bloom?
Sounds Dangerous. What does Mr Croatoan have to say about
the romantic period?
From Badger01@yabbs Tue May 24 16:30:49 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: Badger01@yabbs
Subject: Hello, everybody...
Date: Tue May 24 16:30:49 1994
Names Mattt, but those who like me call me Badger, and those what don't
don't call me often. Yes, I really have 3t's in my name.
I'm a student at Roger Williams University majoring in Creative Writing in
a Bachelor of Fine Arts program, and am a fiction writer. But I do write
the occasional poem.
Why, here's one now! (Memory ofit, not the thing itself)
When I go on the machines my heart
unbeating
notliving they will
shove the blood
sluice it in my arms
carbonate the
in my arms
hang me on the wall
throw your jackets down on me
look at my wax stubblestcu deadday expression
use me as a planter
an ornament
hang curtains on me
I never want to die
Well, that's the most I can remember off hand.
Have a nice day, and remember that
I said hello.
BTW_The poem came from a discussion on aggressive life support I had with
a friend of mine who has since passed on. He disagreed.
From Cat@yabbs Tue May 24 20:48:04 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: something old i found
Date: Tue May 24 20:48:04 1994
i was looking through my writing folder, and i found this old story type
thing that i wrote in 10th grade (ions ago :) ) when my teacher assigned
us to write a "narrowing of focus story". i thought i;d post it just so
you all wouldn't think all i ever write are sarcastic poems. :) this is
more morbid that anything i've ever writen i think, but ah well.
I've always has a facination for cemetaries. :)
There is a tall iron fence surrounding the cemetery. A chain has
been woven through the fence and fastened by a padlock, so that none may
disturb the homes of the dead during the night hours. Silence hangs on
this place like a veil, broken only by the howling of the lonely wind. A
few paths can be seen through the grass, made earlier by loved ones who
had come to pay their debts to the dead. A marble statue of Christ stands
in the center of the cemetary with it's open arms outstretched, as
if to welcome in the spirits of the deceased.
Within the cemetary lies a grave, alone, far apart from the
rest. No paths lead up to this secluded spot. The tombstone is
crumbling, and so grime-encrusted that the inscription can not be
deciphered. The only "flowers" that decorate this stone are the
weeds that grow high around it, embracing it.
Six feet beneath the matted grass lies a coffin, and old
wooden coffin. The nails which hold the wood together are bent and
rusty. The wood itself is rotting away, deteriorating. It is more like
wet cardboard that wood. Maggots have burrowed deep into it, leaving
vein-like paths in their wake.
Inside the coffin lie some bones, the flesh had fallen from
them years ago. They are weak and brittle. The arms and legs are long,
the shoulders broad, indicating a man. Scraps of cloth, whose color
has long since faded, cling to the bones. A hole can be seen in one
scrap of cloth, a small round hole, and it continues on through one of
the bones in the ribcage. Next to the bones sits an old rifle. It is
useless, corroded, and covered with rust. But what would it's owner
use it for now?
There was no way of knowing that these bones belonged to a
soldier, a young man of 18. Excited by fighting for freedom and
liberty, and determined to change the world, he joined the war. He was
pathetically inexperienced in fighting, his hands had never held a
gun. He feel on his first day of battle, killed by a well-guided shot
to the heart.
Now, all that remains of him are his bones, lying in a
rotting coffin, under a lonely grave, in the cemetary.
(the persian gulf war was going on at the time i wrote this, so i
think it inadvertently affected the story) anyhow, that's one of the
very few serious/"dark" pieces i've ever written. satire is a much
more comfortable medium for me to write in. ;)
-tammie
From NJDEVIL@yabbs Tue May 24 22:25:26 1994
From: NJDEVIL@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: something old i found
Date: Tue May 24 22:25:26 1994
geez Cat! How morbid can you get!!
From Natalie@yabbs Wed May 25 00:34:02 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Badger01@yabbs
Subject: re: Bloom re Yeats
Date: Wed May 25 00:34:02 1994
well, i'm only about 120 pages into the thing (it's very interesting, but
rough going as well...), b ut from what I gather so far, he's not overly
critical of the romantics...he doesn't say that they were totally w/o
discipline or anything...(if they were i wouldn't like them). Most of his
venom *seems*, thus far, to be directed at eliot and pound. hee hee.
which is fine cause I don't like either of them....
From Natalie@yabbs Wed May 25 00:35:26 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Badger01@yabbs
Subject: re: Hello, everybody...
Date: Wed May 25 00:35:26 1994
impressive...and YES! antoher creative writing major around here *grin*
i write mostly fiction too, but i get the occasional poem done as well...
natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Wed May 25 00:37:41 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: something old i found
Date: Wed May 25 00:37:41 1994
nice, very nice....you should try to write more serious stuff....(not
thatI don't like your sarcastic poetry...).....this is really
good...wonderful imagery and diction....
natalie
From Badger01@yabbs Wed May 25 11:25:16 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: The Gates are opening...
Date: Wed May 25 11:25:16 1994
Thanks .... The scene here is so dead I have a hard time keeping alive.
Heres another Poem (NOOOOO!) I found gathering mold...
Doesn't Do--By Mrossi
living between it
between them
feel the rain coolblueblack
wipes the dayfever summerhot back
watch the greyblack
build itself
live for the periods dotting pits at the end
Everything is water
live waiting for the rain
waiting for it to end
Don't know me anymore
silver my eyes sliver shadows
snakerooted tongue only lies
older than my fathers
age creeps greengray
golden up my sagskin
wrapped around bulging KFC fat
(They do chicken right)
They
Yellowing teeth clack on nothing
red my dagskin in this hateheat
between the coldsteelbluewet
tatterings fall during dayhatred
spatter runny white onto pitted asphalt ashfall
go my faults scrinnscreaming yellowblue
burn out of me
wolves rancidead tumorpelts sagging on shatterbones
living hunger ribs scrape under patchfur
hunt past death mind the time
drive us past drydying
rise in me
surround us whitemoldgrave trees stand as watch
she burns in my rainfed thoughtranges
out and strikes no work today called on account of
1, 2, 3
Sesame Street and Me taught me how I taught me
Nod nobody but me
Don't know me
living between the razorshine rain
don't live much anymore
slam the sagskinned bulkbone hateweight into
anonymous targets
growl through our yellowaiting rageteeth
GINGIVITIS MY ASS
chew on the sagskin
the yellowfat
the gristle
the bulkbone
the tumormeat
gnaw on the veins
suck on the slickstain oilblood salty
but not red or norbrown
growling and roaring
we chew
myself to death
That's it....about two years old, I think.
BADGER (01)
Matthew Rossi III
Let us go then, you and I
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table
--T.S.Eliot, THE LOVE SONG OF J.ALFRED PRUFROCK
I have to admit that I do like Eliot. Hate Pound, though.
From Cat@yabbs Wed May 25 11:41:17 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: Badger01@yabbs
Subject: re: The Gates are opening...
Date: Wed May 25 11:41:17 1994
In message The Gates are opening..., Badger01 said:
>
> Let us go then, you and I
> When the evening is spread out against the sky
> Like a patient etherized upon a table
> --T.S.Eliot, THE LOVE SONG OF J.ALFRED PRUFROCK
>
> I have to admit that I do like Eliot. Hate Pound, though.
*grin* He likes Eliot. I love Eliot.
:nudges Nat. SEE! I'm NOT the only one. :)
I liked your poem Badger, it was especially good when read aloud. Looking
forward to more. You used some interesting images, that's for certain
sure. :)
-tammie
From Badger01@yabbs Wed May 25 11:58:02 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: The Gates are opening...
Date: Wed May 25 11:58:02 1994
Well, you asked for it.
I just happen y
to have a rewritteb rewritten version of my poem
from yesterday that I did in Japan after my friend died.
Here We Go.
(When I go on the machines my heart) Mrossi
When I go on the machines my heart
unliving not beating
blood shoved sluiced through my arms my veins
carbonation in my arms
hang me on the wall
keep your hats on me
dresss me up to scare away strau crows
let yoir kids play with my leadman body
hands dead no holes
hang verdant and crimson stockings on my sallow stubble shrouded face
my
christ posture no blinking
my neck leans left
don't let them pull the plug
From Badger01@yabbs Wed May 25 11:59:48 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: Badger01@yabbs
Subject: re: The Gates are opening...
Date: Wed May 25 11:59:48 1994
If anyone wants to see the longer version maybe I'll post it sometime.
Badger
Matth Rossi (YESSS MATTH!!!!) AAHAHAHA
From Natalie@yabbs Wed May 25 12:51:26 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Badger01@yabbs
Subject: re: The Gates are opening...
Date: Wed May 25 12:51:26 1994
am i the only one around here who likes yeats the best? *sigh* eliot is
caca, except for the final bit of 'the wasteland'"
this is how the world ends
this is how the world ends
this is how the world ends
not with a bang but with a whimper
methinks the muse was speaking to him then.....
but i admit, i really don't like tons and tons of obscure literary
references to things i haven't gotten around to reading yet.....
natalie
From Badger01@yabbs Wed May 25 13:05:13 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: The Gates are opening...
Date: Wed May 25 13:05:13 1994
What rough beast, his hour come at last, slouches towards Bethlehem to be
born? (I know I got the form wrong, but still...)
I don't like Eliot or Yeats the best.
My favorite Poets are John Skelton, Roethke, Corso, And Keats.
Although there are tons more. I'm very open that way. I like all sorts of
poetry and prose. (I'd better. I edit the school litmag.)
And as far as Apocalypse poetry goes, I have a line that I can't find that
runs through my head, heard it somewhere but can't remember where.
"I am become Death, the shatterer of worlds."
Who wrote that?
BADGER01
Matt Rossi
There is no political solution
To our troubled evolution
Have no faith in constitution
We are spirits in the material world
The Police
From pbj@yabbs Wed May 25 14:06:16 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: hello
Date: Wed May 25 14:06:16 1994
Hi my name is pbj and i am new to this bbs. I am interested in finding out
information on writing and publishing. I am 16 and have a short book of
halfway decent poetry i would like to publish and several short stories
If you have any info please leave me a message here. thanks!!
p.s. to those reading eliot try his humourous stuff like The Love Song
of J. Alfred Prufrock. good imagery and the song Afternoons and
Coffeespoons by the CrashTest Dummies is based on it. Good Sheeat!
s
From Natalie@yabbs Wed May 25 20:07:35 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: hello
Date: Wed May 25 20:07:35 1994
*ahem* IMHO, "The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock" was written for one and
only one purpose. To torture high school students. Blah. I fucking hate
that poem. Of course, I only like that one teesy weensy bit of Eliot.
Iprefer Yeats at his worst to Eliot at his best.
And I know NOTHING about getting published (my stuff isn't good enough
yet). But you might want to try in the Writer's Markets books. Your
local library *should* have a semi recent edition....
natalie
From Cat@yabbs Wed May 25 21:18:43 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: hello
Date: Wed May 25 21:18:43 1994
In message hello, pbj said:
> p.s. to those reading eliot try his humourous stuff like The Love Song
> of J. Alfred Prufrock. good imagery and the song Afternoons and
> Coffeespoons by the CrashTest Dummies is based on it. Good Sheeat!
you think Love Song is humorous? i never read it like that. i always
thought of it as kinda sad, this middle aged man wants to do things, but
is held back because he's too worried about what people will think of
him, esp. the members of the opposite sex. i never looked at it as funny
before, maybe it's time to re-read it (perish the thought, eh Nat *grin* )
I never listened to the Crashtest Dummies either. i always thought they
were those silly vince and larry guys on the buckle up commercial. guess
i'm just not with the music scene. :)
-tammie
From Natalie@yabbs Thu May 26 00:31:08 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: hello
Date: Thu May 26 00:31:08 1994
hmmm....i didn't see the bit about j alfred being the inspiration for the
crash test dummies song (And I'm seeing them next monday YES YES
YES!)...and I like that song too....oh dammit all, may I *am* a closet
eliot fan and I jsut won't admit it to myself. geez....out of one closet
and into another...ah well...such is life...
natalie
From Aquinas@yabbs Thu May 26 12:24:55 1994
From: Aquinas@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: hello
Date: Thu May 26 12:24:55 1994
"Those masterful images because complete
Grew in pure mind, but out of what began?
A mound of refuse or the sweeping of a street,
Old kettles, old bottles, and a broken can,
Old iron, old bones, old rags, that raving slut
Who keeps the till. Now that my ladders gone,
I must lie down where all the ladders start,
In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart."
---William Butler Yeats, THE CIRCUS ANIMALS DESERTION
Aquinas
From Badger01@yabbs Thu May 26 12:36:07 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: Eliot is cool,Hehehehe
Date: Thu May 26 12:36:07 1994
I'd take Prufrock over the Stolen Child anyday....
Although I like Easter 1916...I think they all have merit
"Here is Belladonna, the lady of the rocks,
The Lady of Situations" works for me (I KNOW THAT'S FROM WASTELAND)
As well as "An aged man is but a paltry thing"
Eliot was heavily influenced by Yeats
(The Second Coming and the Wasteland are very similar in intent)
and I don't like to cut myself off from either
But I really have a hard time seeing the humor in Prufrock.
And I hate Pound, so at best I be a hypocrite here.
BADGER01
Matthew Rossi III
"The common word exact without Vulgarity,
The Formal word precise but not pedantic"--Eliot, Little Gidding
"Once more the storm is howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
My child sleeps on"--Yeats, A Prayer for My Daughter
From pixy@yabbs Thu May 26 13:08:25 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: Bloom re Yeats
Date: Thu May 26 13:08:25 1994
In message re: Bloom re Yeats, Natalie said:
> venom *seems*, thus far, to be directed at eliot and pound. hee hee.
> which is fine cause I don't like either of them....
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:0
Let us go then, you and I
While the evening is stretched out againgst the sky
like a patient etherized upon a table.
Let us wander half deserted street....
....we are the hollow men,
we are the stuffed men...
...the women come and go speaking of michaelangelo....
...April is the cruelist month, mixing...
...This is the way the world ends,
Not with a bang but a whimper.
Eliot was a master poet and one of the most moving ones i've ever read
pixy
From pixy@yabbs Thu May 26 13:15:13 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: Badger01@yabbs
Subject: re: The Gates are opening...
Date: Thu May 26 13:15:13 1994
In message re: The Gates are opening..., Badger01 said:
> My favorite Poets are John Skelton, Roethke, Corso, And Keats.
>
> Although there are tons more. I'm very open that way. I like all sorts of
> poetry and prose. (I'd better. I edit the school litmag.)
Do you read much of phillip larkin; I really loved Aubade.
and that line, i don't know who wrote it, but i remeber seeing it in a movie
pixy
From Natalie@yabbs Thu May 26 13:50:03 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Aquinas@yabbs
Subject: re: hello
Date: Thu May 26 13:50:03 1994
*happpy sigh*
From Natalie@yabbs Thu May 26 14:10:10 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: pixy@yabbs
Subject: re: Bloom re Yeats
Date: Thu May 26 14:10:10 1994
2 can play that game
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Come near; I would, before my time to go,
Sing of old Eire and the ancient ways:
Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days.
Now and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.
I sought a theme and sought for it in vain,
I sought it daily for six weeks or so.
Maybe at last being but a broken man
I must be satisified with my heart, although
Winter and summer till old age began
My circus animals were all on show,
Those stilted boys, that burnished chariot.
Lion and woman and the Lord knows what.
* * * * *
Those masterful images because complete
Grew in pure mind but out of what began?
A mound of refuse or the sweepings of a street,
Old kettles, old bottles, and a broken can,
Old iron, old bones, old rags, that raving slut
Who keeps the till. Now that my ladder's gone
I must lie down where all the ladders start
In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart.
Genius. Pure genius. Yeats speaks to y 'foul rag and bone shop of the
heart' in a way Eliot never could. I am inspired by Yeats to write. I
can hear the music of his words. There is no music for me in Eliot.
Natalie
From Badger01@yabbs Thu May 26 15:13:27 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: Bloom re Yeats
Date: Thu May 26 15:13:27 1994
You said it.
>There is no music for me in Eliot.
FOR YOU. As I keep saying, everybody has an opinion. I happen to like them
both, and so keep trying to get you to do the same, which is not my right.
The opinion is personal.
In an attempt to make the peace, I will now quote from my favoriet Yeats.
.........................
The unpurged images of day recede;
The Emperor's drunken soldiery are abed;
Night resonance recedes, night-walkers' song
After great cathedral gong;
A starlit or a moonlit dome disdains
All that man is,
All mere complexities,
The fury and the mire of human veins.
---From BYZANTIUM
BADGER01
Matthew W Rossi III
"Here's the gist of what they mean."
--W.B.Yeats, UNDER BEN BULBEN
"That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all."
---T.S.Eliot, THE LOVE SONG OF J.ALFRED PRUFROCK
From Natalie@yabbs Thu May 26 15:16:58 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Badger01@yabbs
Subject: re: Bloom re Yeats
Date: Thu May 26 15:16:58 1994
but it's so much fun arguing about it...
"He shall love my soul as though
Body were not all,
He shall love your body
Untroubled by the soul,
Love cram love's two divisions
Yet keep his substance whole.
The Lord have mercy upon us."
W.B. Yeats, "the Lady's Second Song"
Natalie
From Badger01@yabbs Thu May 26 15:22:13 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: Bloom re Yeats
Date: Thu May 26 15:22:13 1994
Okay, then, here we go...
...............................
There are flood and drouth
Over the eyes and in the mouth,
Dead Water and Dead Sand
Contendingf for the upper hand
The Parched Eviscerate soil
Gapes at the vanity of toil
Laughs without mirth
This is the death of earth
--T.S. Eliot, Little Gidding
BADGER01
Matthew Rossi
'And so he became a dancer before God."
---T.S. Eliot, The Death of Saint Narcissus
From pbj@yabbs Thu May 26 16:46:07 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: afternoons and coffeespoons
Date: Thu May 26 16:46:07 1994
natalie here is my evidence to support the reasoning behind afternoons
and coffeespoons correlation to love song of J Alfred Prufrock......
Afternoons will be measured out
Measured out, Measured with
Coffee spoons and T.S Eliot
-Brad Roberts (crashtest dummies)
well i hope I have added my fair share of the fuel to the fire.
pbj
From pbj@yabbs Thu May 26 17:01:02 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: badger01@yabbs
Subject: humor
Date: Thu May 26 17:01:02 1994
to Badger01 and Tammie-
The Reason I find Love song Humorous is because of the amount of
melodrama that the speaker uses to describe his "plight" I find it
terribly hilarous and could hardly keep from laughing as I read it in
class. the whole idea that the female sex should inspire that kind of
fear or that anyone would be so concerned about his or her apperarance is
truly laughable. I do, however, love Eliot 's use of imagery to depict
the fog etc.... you must realise however that i have not read it in awgile
and therefore pardon my non-descriptiveness.
have fun!!
Now as I wait
I find myself still thinking
about past evenings
in that dark, cloudy
room with all of it's
ash and noise
left wity shattered countenence
and heart in my hands
I'm am not prepared
to try to put it back together
as I clutch it to my breast
and push hard against
my chest hoping to
force it back into the void
the black hole which
will never forget you
left bruised and happy.
at once alone.
Afeared that I might
Not love again.
-mirrors (aka. pbj)
copywrite 1993
aweburning
From Natalie@yabbs Thu May 26 18:52:15 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: afternoons and coffeespoons
Date: Thu May 26 18:52:15 1994
duh duh duh. I knew that line was there. how fuckingstupid do you think
I am? I just didn't relate it to profrock, that's all. jesus.
natalie
From Cat@yabbs Thu May 26 22:11:22 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: humor
Date: Thu May 26 22:11:22 1994
nnIn message humor, pbj said:
> The Reason I find Love song Humorous is because of the amount of
> melodrama that the speaker uses to describe his "plight" I find it
> terribly hilarous and could hardly keep from laughing as I read it in
> class. the whole idea that the female sex should inspire that kind of
> fear or that anyone would be so concerned about his or her apperarance is
>laughable?
really? maybe it's because i'm shy then, but i can totally understand how
the prufrock felt. encounters with the opposite sex can be terrifying to
some people, esp. fear of rejection.
From pbj@yabbs Thu May 26 22:51:59 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: humor
Date: Thu May 26 22:51:59 1994
cat -
I"m rilly sorry if my message offended you. That was not my intention
in the least. I was trying to show how it could be humourous and my
interpretation of it was my interpretation. I totally did not mean to
offend you, and I apologize.
pbj
From Cat@yabbs Thu May 26 23:09:21 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: humor
Date: Thu May 26 23:09:21 1994
pbj, you didn't. if you had, i'd let you know it in no uncertain terms.
*grin*
ok all, enough of this yeats/eliot which poet is better than which stuff.
i think all authors, at least deserve if nothing else, respect and
admiration for sticking their necks out and trying to express something,
whether or not you like their stuff.
now, let's get back to posting some original stuff. :) here's a poem i
wrote.
eins phish
drei phish
rot phish
tot phish
__________
translated from german, it means
one fish
three fish
red fish
dead fish
*grin* it rhymes auf Deutsch AND auf Englisch
<><
<><
<><
meow, meow
=^^=
From pbj@yabbs Thu May 26 23:19:46 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: humor
Date: Thu May 26 23:19:46 1994
i like that one cat!!!
bye
From pbj@yabbs Thu May 26 23:28:03 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: original
Date: Thu May 26 23:28:03 1994
okay i am following cat's advice to write something original.....
here goes.....
- Mailing Letters -
Mailing letters I can no longer read
Memories of the way I feel
The tears have dried,
In salty pools below my mirrors
A clean unmolested
Sheet is what I need
A new beginning
Unbruised, untasted
You gave me more than
I asked for and
Everything I wanted
Those deep, deep pools
I Drowned in
Have spit me out like
Poison
Not wishing to be
Inaffected by you
The marks will remin
Me of the passion
I Feel.
Why can't I let you
Go?
Out of this dark cave
The loud, silent crashing
Has come
A ghost searching for
An empty heart
To fill
Making doors screech
With the urgency
Of its errand
-Mirrors
copyright 1993 Aweburning
From Ant@yabbs Fri May 27 02:02:54 1994
From: Ant@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: humor
Date: Fri May 27 02:02:54 1994
but ca-a-a-a-a-at......i LIKE arguing
natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Fri May 27 03:35:15 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: humor
Date: Fri May 27 03:35:15 1994
heheheh.......how are your fish anyhow?
natalie
From Cat@yabbs Fri May 27 12:23:53 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: humor
Date: Fri May 27 12:23:53 1994
In message re: humor, Natalie said:
> heheheh.......how are your fish anyhow?
well, peter's dead. :( i replaced him with a black goldfish with blugy
eyes and names him louis, but louis paul and mary just doesn't have the
same ring to it as peter, paul and mary did. <sigh> next time i'll get
four guppies and name them john, paul, george and ringo :)
-tammie
From Badger01@yabbs Fri May 27 12:48:42 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Just Thinking....
Date: Fri May 27 12:48:42 1994
Sometime shredded the yellowman past the waltz
screeches the whisperoad past the thronend of days
wasted by eagerage
Weird how the brain can disconnect on me....
Speaking of good poets who get no respect, here's some of one of my
faves...
Guess who and I'll give you a prize...
................................
Performances, assortments, resumes-
Up Times Square to Columbus Circle lights
Channel the congresses, nightly sessions,
Refractions of the thousand theatres, faces-
Mysterious kitchens....You shall search them all.
Someday by heart you'll learn each famous sight
And watch the curtain lift in hell's despite;
You'll find the garden in the third act dead,
Finger your knees-and whish yourself in bed
With tabloid crime-sheets perched in easy sight.
Then let you reach your hat
and go.
As usual, let you-also
walking down-exclaim
to twelve upward leaving
a subscription praise
for what time slays.
......Know who? I'll tell ya if you don't.
Hart Crane, from the Tunnel.
BADGER01
Matthew Rossi III
"I was promised an improved infancy."
--Hart Crane, Passage
From aztec260@yabbs Fri May 27 14:26:33 1994
From: aztec260@yabbs
To: Badger01@yabbs
Subject: re: Bloom re Yeats
Date: Fri May 27 14:26:33 1994
Yeats!, T.S. Eliot bah! nothing , nothing I say to the master!
Samuel Taylor Coleridge!
I know this will start some post flying.
aztec.
From Badger01@yabbs Fri May 27 14:34:17 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: aztec260@yabbs
Subject: Coleridge? You brought him
Date: Fri May 27 14:34:17 1994
With all respect to Coleridge and Wordsworth, there are a lot of great
poets out there and I don't need to get dragged into that sort of critical
morass, man!
Badger01
Matthew W Rossi III
From Natalie@yabbs Fri May 27 22:46:47 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: aztec260@yabbs
Subject: re: Bloom re Yeats
Date: Fri May 27 22:46:47 1994
coleridge is cool. he was a doped up romantic. but yeats is STILL the
master.
natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Fri May 27 22:47:20 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Badger01@yabbs
Subject: re: Coleridge? You brought him
Date: Fri May 27 22:47:20 1994
but i LIKE arguing.....heheh....
natalie
From Cat@yabbs Sun May 29 11:30:39 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: Coleridge? You brought him
Date: Sun May 29 11:30:39 1994
:sighs. i give up. perhaps we should ask ht to make a critize literature
base so you can all argue about which author is better than which without
disturbing the posts of those folks that are trying to make their own
creative contributions to this base. :)
-tammie, she who is quite sorry that she EVER mentioned eliot on this base
waaaaay back in february.
"instead of the cross, the albatross around my neck was hung"
:)
From Natalie@yabbs Sun May 29 20:05:08 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: Coleridge? You brought him
Date: Sun May 29 20:05:08 1994
see tammie? it's not MY fault.......*giggle*
natalie
From Cat@yabbs Sun May 29 21:39:20 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: no title
Date: Sun May 29 21:39:20 1994
ah shuddap Natalie, just shut up *grin*
suuuuure suuuure blame it on me. :) well now i'm not going to say a single
word more about it. i graciously drop out of this frivoulus debate. :)
not another post from me about it (forgive me thomas :) )
-tammie
From Natalie@yabbs Sun May 29 23:52:46 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: no title
Date: Sun May 29 23:52:46 1994
heheh tammie....
ok....new question:
Shel Silverstein--poet or not? And I want reasons....
(I was at work last nioght, and i saw "The Giving Tree" and itmade me
wonder if he'll still be read in 50 or 100 years...if his stuffis
timeless or just appropriate for elementary kids...)
natalie
From pbj@yabbs Mon May 30 02:36:04 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: The Barter
Date: Mon May 30 02:36:04 1994
The Barter
**********
I bought a Dream today
A written mirage captured my fascination
Money laid out on the table
The Anchient Gypsy said to me
"You cannot hold everything you dream"
I refused to believe him
And bought my dream today
I obtained a thought today
A bird of idea caught in a wire cage
My dream was the token
Used to secure its treasure
The old gypsy was right
A dream cannot be held
But only wished for
The thought grew and gre
Until it became a nation
Governed by a man
Insanity withou reason
I lived in the night mare
Of tyranny exchanged for a dream
-mirrors
copyright 1994 Aweburning
please let me know what you think. I would appreciate all commentary.
thanks Colleen
From robtelee@yabbs Mon May 30 03:23:57 1994
From: robtelee@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: The Barter
Date: Mon May 30 03:23:57 1994
I liked it...i liked the symbolism of actually buying your dream and then
finding out it wasn't what you thought it was...cool...kinda like real
life.
From Natalie@yabbs Mon May 30 05:08:03 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: The Barter
Date: Mon May 30 05:08:03 1994
i'm jealous. dammit. poems like that make me wish that i was a poet first
and a fiction writer second instead ofthe other way about....
natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Mon May 30 17:09:15 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: eliot
Date: Mon May 30 17:09:15 1994
I hope you're happy. I reread Prufrock today. And I admit, it wasn't as
bad as I remembered from 4 years ago. I actuallyh understood it. Happy
now? Good.
natalie
From pbj@yabbs Mon May 30 17:16:01 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: alien dream
Date: Mon May 30 17:16:01 1994
I had the most alien dream
a few moons ago
I dreamt that I gave life
to a beautiful female baby
I dreamt that I had to give
up my beautiful female baby
And it tore out my heart
When I woke up my pillow
was wet form the tears I'd
creid in my slumber
I had my dream come true
A few weeks ago
My beautiful female baby
was born from me and the
One I loved
but this time I did not give
My baby away
I left the birthplace with
My child in my arms
Wrapped in a homemade blanket
I took my baby home with me
And slept
with her next to me and my lover
-mirrors-
copyright 1994 aweburning
just one more dream
enjoy
colleen
From Cat@yabbs Mon May 30 21:32:03 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: eliot 'n silverstein
Date: Mon May 30 21:32:03 1994
Yes I am happy that you re-read prufrock. :) question is, are YOU happy
you re-read prufrock? I just like that poem 'cause i can identify w/ it.
i'm not middle-aged and balding, but i'm terrified of encounters with the
opposite sex sometimes..and i can understand how P. felt. and i think the
image of a night being "stretched out like a patient etherized on a
table" is cool. :) and eliot always uses cats in his poems (sure he uses
them as metaphors for senuality but...) :)
about silverstein....hmm. he certainly is a poet in his own right. the
subjects he deals with are "timeless" and so techically he should be
classic. personally i don't think he will be. his stuff IMHO doesn't have
the same sort of umph and uniqueness that say Roald Dahl's does, or
Maurice Sendack's (sp?) does. and his illustrations aren't all that hot
either. :) i never liked "the Giving Tree" the tree just let's the
selfish little brat of a boy use her and walk all over her..not a very
pretty picture. Now, had the tree finally decided she'd had enough, grown
tentacles, strangled the Boy to death, and buried his body and used it
for fertilizer to rejuvinate herself and the earth....THEN silverstein
would be classic. :)
sorry this post is so long.
-tammie
From Deaska@yabbs Mon May 30 23:15:36 1994
From: Deaska@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: alien dream
Date: Mon May 30 23:15:36 1994
aw... that was trully wonderful in my eyes...
*speechless atm*
D' :)
From pbj@yabbs Tue May 31 01:16:31 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: camera
Date: Tue May 31 01:16:31 1994
This camera of life
Through my eyes
Snaps shut locking
the place in the coffin of my brain
are you locked in my brainor
is it only a part of you and
your soul, in there, that I
have stolen for myself
-mirrors-
copyright 1994 aweburning
hey, all those lost in cyberspace...the copyright doesn't mean that you
can't write it down...it only means that you can't say it's yours....no
offense intended it's a reflex.....have had stuff stolen before......
have a great night all......see ya in yabbs!
colleen
From Natalie@yabbs Wed Jun 1 01:52:02 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: alien dream
Date: Wed Jun 1 01:52:02 1994
that's so...so...god...i don't have the words to say what that poem made
me feel....
natalie
From pbj@yabbs Wed Jun 1 02:05:10 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: more brain candy
Date: Wed Jun 1 02:05:10 1994
-for kerouac-
Rubbing his belly and licking his
lips he came for her,
Across the swollen room.
with smoke and whiskey on his
clothes.
Briskly, lovingly he waled,
with an aire of a secret unknown.
Racking her brain she tried to getit out.
Partly suspended between life and work,
Without a map to be had.
Sleepily he woke, hours ago,
wondering the time or place.
little Harlem nights you stay with me.
Love and Laughter, sorrowed existence
unknown destinations.
All the white noise and blackened silences
pages of my life go by.
-mirrors
copyright 1993 aweburning
P.S. all punctuation mistakes, capitalization, and lines breaks
intentional. they lend form.. if you re-copy please leave them intact.
tanks colleen
From Charon@yabbs Wed Jun 1 18:39:25 1994
From: Charon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: NEW STUFF!!!!!
Date: Wed Jun 1 18:39:25 1994
DARK?
*****
Why is love a maze, and a toil of darkened dream,
that twists into knots, that aren't what they seem?
Why can't love be a flower, that blooms in the sun?
Why is love a shadow, forever on the run?
Why is love confusing, a dazzling web of lies,
Why is love left stranded, to dance among the flies?
Why is love shown red, when all i see is black?
Why is love about giving, when i never get it back?
How can love be true, forever etched in stone?
How can love be shared, when i am always so alone?
Who can deal with love, but the confident and strong?
Who is there to love, for my only love was wrong.
When does love attack, or sail upon the sea?
When is love for us, and when does love choose me?
Can love be at my side, or follow at my heel?
or how about in my pocket, for only me to feel?
Can love be the drkness, that i carry on my back?
or can love be the light, that i always seem to lack?
enjoy people!!!
*hug*
-Tim-
From Deaska@yabbs Wed Jun 1 23:20:40 1994
From: Deaska@yabbs
To: Charon@yabbs
Subject: re: NEW STUFF!!!!!
Date: Wed Jun 1 23:20:40 1994
wonderful!!!! IMHO, it jus feels good to me, thoroughly enjoyed!
D' :)
From Fucked@yabbs Thu Jun 2 02:23:42 1994
From: Fucked@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: Frustration
Date: Thu Jun 2 02:23:42 1994
I was reading through the first messages to come up to speed on what has
ebbn done here and I saw your post about your scene..somewhere around post
#100 or so... I Immediately thought of the first "erotic" thing I wrote...
maybe somebody out there can identify.....
--FRUSTRATION--
they slept
he slept
she COULD NOT sleep
she wanted
they needed
they wanted
he'd had
she COULD NOT have
so she tried to think
about little grey stars
and tiny fluffy clouds
but the feeling
would not leave
could not leave
as she lay
next to him
warm from tip to toe
but without that one
thing she wanted
so badly.
I don't usually write in such an abbreviated form tell me what you think
-mirrors
copyright 1994
thanks colleen
From robtelee@yabbs Thu Jun 2 02:47:04 1994
From: robtelee@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Fire and Ice
Date: Thu Jun 2 02:47:04 1994
Your heat
Drives me mad !
I want to drink
From your well.
I want your warmth
To envelop me !
I burn
For you !
You've grown so cold,
You turn away,
You forget me,
You spurn my soul.
NBo warmth.
No Light.
So Cold
So Dark.
ALONE !
From Charon@yabbs Thu Jun 2 16:37:52 1994
From: Charon@yabbs
To: charon@yabbs
Subject: Charon
Date: Thu Jun 2 16:37:52 1994
All Mixed Up
*************
Some times i feel, like i could just run away,
to the hills of stealth, to the valley of play...
Sometimes i feel so down, like a puddle in the rain,
sometimes i feel like the thunder, in a downpour of pain...
Often i wander the street, with love in the back of my head,
other times i just wander, lettimg my feelings mixed w/ dread.
Once in a while i feel, like the world is my foe,
then i stop and think, and wonder if it isn't so.
when i'm feeling down in, and my mind is mixed up,
i realize that i am the poison, in my own paper cup...
i forget that i am only human, i forget i am cursed...
i remember i stand for pain, i remember i felt it first.
so somwtimes in the moonlight, when a star shines on my back
i remember your tears, filling a sidewalk full of cracks.
with all these blessed feelings, and this one hated cup,
full of all your blood, with my being so mixed [fucked] up.
-Charon-
From Natalie@yabbs Thu Jun 2 17:47:44 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: heheh
Date: Thu Jun 2 17:47:44 1994
TECHNOPHILIA
"Kiss me in the dark with lips of steel."
--Guadalcanal Diary
I want to feel your
cold metal
hands on my
shoulders back thighs and
everywhere in-between.
Caressing me.
Kissing me with your
shiny steel lips.
My eyes close and
I imagine a lover who's
strong virile human.
Which you aren't but I still want you,
you with your
sexless metal self.
Skilled in all the tricks that I'm not,
your willingness to do anything,
anything I want no matter how
bizarre weird unusual.
You are at my command,
robot.
You will do as I say in my
onanistic fantasy world.
September 20, 1993
I have no idea where this came from. I was really sick and layingi n bed
trying to breathe and I kinda hallucinated it...*shrug* So I wrote it
down...this happens to be my favorite poem that I've written...
natalie
From pixy@yabbs Thu Jun 2 22:13:19 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: heheh
Date: Thu Jun 2 22:13:19 1994
that happens to be my favorite poem that you've written, too.
pixy
From pixy@yabbs Thu Jun 2 22:19:00 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: pixy@yabbs
Subject: sex
Date: Thu Jun 2 22:19:00 1994
My first thought about sex was that
men and women fit together like Lego's,
and wam! bam! i don't give a damn,
and, "she was nothing to me..."
like the Hell from above
I learned to live and love.
From Natalie@yabbs Thu Jun 2 23:17:57 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: pixy@yabbs
Subject: re: heheh
Date: Thu Jun 2 23:17:57 1994
thanks
natalie
From pbj@yabbs Sat Jun 4 17:40:08 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: the big thing
Date: Sat Jun 4 17:40:08 1994
Swilling a delicious wine
And smoking
While listening to the
Young child in her
Spout words of wisdom
The burning permeates
The room with a presence
More material than my own
As it floats on the
Wind to my nostrils
And fills me with
A scent of an unknown
Place
She crouches on the floor
Looking for the jewels
She lost in another place, far from here
In another time, unknown to me
In another life, when she was not as I know her
So we raise our faces
To the moonlit sky
And sing the Old music
In harmony with
The stars and the spheres in the
Old dance which mortals have forgotten
From the mouths of babes
We remember nothing that we once knew
Hot irons on icy faces
Burn the flesh
And add to the smoky
Room a scent of humanity
And an odor of lost love
And the Children they remeber
The ways of old from the faerie
Teachers that teach them in
Their dreams
While they slept
With angelic faces
To mirror their Teachers
From the Old music
Light bulbs screaming
Their power for us to hear
The power which I can control
Only partially
Let me use your power, oh great one ( she laughs)
The music rings in my ears
As I lay on my back
It washes over me
In a cloud of sweetness
I watch the little shadows
Of children on the wall although
I am alone in this place
Swilling and smoking
Cold appendages touch my warm body
Blackened, smudged fingers clasped
In mine
I hold this forbidden one close to my heart
And she screams in pain as though I have hurt her
The sky changes from deeply black
To grey to a suddenly shining gold
And the song changes from the Old music
Of the night to the hurried chaos
Of daylight and we keep singing the fading
Harmony as we go through our daily paces
Of life in order to achieve the accepted
Norm of success
A picturesque life scene
pans out before these very eyes of mine
Of rainbow-haired children
Dancing in the fields of glorious wild flowers
As a steady rain drenches their tiny forms
**to be continued in next post**
From pbj@yabbs Sat Jun 4 18:00:26 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: the big thing contd..
Date: Sat Jun 4 18:00:26 1994
**continued from last post**
In this darkened place
I seeonly his form
Shedding the skin that confines his
Movements, full of grace
Only by the dim light of a single smoking stick
That burns steadily into the night
Filling the room with a new familiarity
That comforts my troubled soul
The lights are flickering, the windows shake
The earth quakes with the broken hearts
All over the sphere
That wail with a pain that is not quieted
That burns without a tangible fuel
He sheds the skin and comes to me
in my puddle of shed skin
On this pallet of open aire grasses
And straw
We sleep, our unconcience forms
Shaped like little silver spoons
Sharing everything, heat, affection, and ecstasy
I try not to show him how I care
Fighting the tide of life
As I swim against the flow
Of normality pressed upon me from all sides
My fins grow tired as I try with all my might
I know I cannot do this alone although I press on in solitude
The sun burns hotly
Against the blackened skin
Of the children that stood in the flowering field
They stood for millenia, dancing together
Until the flowering field became a burning
Desert with flowering skeleton trees
AS the young coal colored rainbow
Children dance awaiting the new dawn
Her long crown shines golden down her back
Slender and beautiful
Pink skin shining in the darkness
Perfect god-inspired form
But now she is dead
Again the night has come
And we ritually abandon the chaotic
Beating of the daylight and sing the familiar
Melodies of the stars and spheres
Dancing around a vast nothing that we
Cleared space for
T o remind us of the thing we fight against
Another nothingness that cancels the music
They come together
Unaware of the intentions of others
To chisel their unity into stones of
Absolute, total void
They trust in nothing but each other
I can feel it spreading
Hitching a ride upon my cells
To completely inhabit me
To totally incapacitate me
She said with bitter acceptance
In her tone
She lives with this sickness everyday
Sculpture, smooth transition
Into something that cannot be
Known except in a haze
He makes it tangible
Forcing my soul sight into a mineral
The old soldier polishes
He polishes the medals of another
Devotion to his position
He refused to take anothers life
He rejected the massacre of many
S ohe was scorned by his peer
And those above him did not understand
His peaceable heart, the past that shone with love
-mirrors
-copyright 1994 aweburning
hey tell me what you thought of this..it's an experimental form i'm
working on, the telling of many sstories at once, sorry it was so long
thanks in advance for your input
Collee
Colleen that is
From Natalie@yabbs Sat Jun 4 18:33:59 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: the big thing contd..
Date: Sat Jun 4 18:33:59 1994
wow.....i am VERY impressed...i really liked this a lot...
natalie
From Badger01@yabbs Mon Jun 6 13:58:06 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: re: The Barter
Date: Mon Jun 6 13:58:06 1994
Excellent use of language. OH GOD I SOUND LIKE MY TEACHERS!
But still true.
BNAD Booga!
BADGER
M Rossi III
From Badger01@yabbs Mon Jun 6 14:01:02 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: Badger01@yabbs
Subject: In General....
Date: Mon Jun 6 14:01:02 1994
Wow, my god, now I go and get sick and meanwhile you guys are weally
writing up a storm.
I'm jealous.
BADGER
,
M Rossi III
From Badger01@yabbs Mon Jun 6 16:14:01 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Shadowmate--A Poem
Date: Mon Jun 6 16:14:01 1994
Shadowmate slides the wall
holds him up another
on the ground ahead and
more behind compnay I keep
in inky black walkers swarming
Interested in the shape of a glinter
swoop in the streetlight
eclectic blue Aquamarine
Azure Cerulean Turqoise
The shadowmates walk on in it
puddlehuddler sky gravegrey
about
to break in half (And how do I assume?)
Clothes shoes jackets jeans swathswarm ragged strings handlehang
half-a-hundred eyes
wait for the bus
wait for it and I'll tell
you I have
loved
all of the
Razorice writhe
slow serpentinearly
pulse a thousand at once
rumbles in veins
only I
look
in every mirror I pass
hate what I see looking out at me
wrath a wraith green eyed
maneworldoorway
sing the body eclectic
chorus
line a form legs go flailing
I see green
between us
all of and them
The Sun is
everything
The Void is
not
Null and
void the things we said
Empty the way we spoke
half-a-hundred times
looking empty
my hands fingers locked
as I
look soread wide I hear the hisspers
whiss from corbel and corners
Shadowmates slide on the dirt
many
following
me
to
Nowhere in the eclectic blue
Aquamarine Azure Turquoise Cerulean
our backs my back your back in the grass look up
see the eclectic blue
love the thoud
the thousand faces
dogging at my heels the word
the hills of (Thayer and Angell and Greant and Hope)
older than stone
the looping roadway statueRoger facing the glass manhandled crackcity
shadowmated walkers dozens of
shadowmates wreathing the feet
Halogenies spear the night split white the air
Exhaust dieselbitter the air heavy brittle broken
Shattered by the roar of a thoudand throats
Soft lips
I didn'tr know you then
I don't
know me knowing now
Which would you prefer?
That's a shorter version. Sorry for all the typo's
BADGER01
M Rossi III
From hawke@yabbs Mon Jun 6 21:07:45 1994
From: hawke@yabbs
To: robtelee@yabbs
Subject: re: Fire and Ice
Date: Mon Jun 6 21:07:45 1994
very interesting i know how it feels to see a relationship that is full
of the fire turn into the cold and lifeless feeling of being alone. it
hit home johnny reb
i remain your obedient servent
hawke
From Zbadba@yabbs Mon Jun 6 21:59:48 1994
From: Zbadba@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: <no title>
Date: Mon Jun 6 21:59:48 1994
five men,
their breath ragged,
their vision blurred,
stagger unsteadily around a fire
chanting something
i can't remember.
a child,
his face half lit
in flickering orange,
plays with a doll,
its head of crudely carved ivory.
such sadness in the child's eyes,
i try to reach out, but the child
lies not only beyond reach,
but beyond comprehension.
a man
notices the child
and stops his slurred chanting.
the child remains fixated on the doll.
he will not hear the machete.
the doll falls, and is lost in the sand.
From robtelee@yabbs Mon Jun 6 22:25:10 1994
From: robtelee@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Where has Love gone ?
Date: Mon Jun 6 22:25:10 1994
Long ago, when I was young,
The world was full of love,
A walk along the road would bring,
You so many "good mornings."
Bu now it brings bitter warnings !
"Don't go out in the dark, lock your doors, switch on your alarms."
A walk to the shops with the kids,
A stroll in the park with the dog.
You know all the things we loved.
But now you can't go for a stroll,
In the park, not unless your dog is tough.
Oh where, Oh where has all the love gone ?
Times have changed,
People are strange.
But we all need love.
If we all try to smile and be kind and true,
Shortly we can bring back the love,
We once knew.
My wife wrote this after watching the evening news here in the United
States. The story reminded her of some terrible things that happened to
her when she was very young.
robtelee
From topi@yabbs Tue Jun 7 20:48:34 1994
From: topi@yabbs
To: robtelee@yabbs
Subject: re: Where has Love gone ?
Date: Tue Jun 7 20:48:34 1994
That was beautiful. and why can't we?
-Cath
From Steyr@yabbs Wed Jun 8 19:52:39 1994
From: Steyr@yabbs
To: robtelee@yabbs
Subject: re: Where has Love gone ?
Date: Wed Jun 8 19:52:39 1994
Hmmm...
I thought the first half was really, REALLY great ... and very true.
Beyond there she seemed to run out of inspiration/motivation, but that's
just the way I see it, and everyone has their own interpretations on stuff
like that. But the first half ! ... full points. Get your wife to write
some more. I really loved it.
- Steyr
From Trane@yabbs Thu Jun 9 20:18:34 1994
From: Trane@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: irrelevant thread
Date: Thu Jun 9 20:18:34 1994
I know this has nothing to do with anything, but Cat's post about her fish
and their names made me smile because Ollie and I had fish at one time and
we figured they should have names that went together...instead of John,
Paul, George, and Ringo, we named ours after our fave porn stars! :)
Ron Jeremy and Trinity Loren!
anyway, back to our regularly scheduled WWF Title Bout:
YEATS VS. HULK HOGAN!!!!!!!!
T-Bone
From Egwene@yabbs Fri Jun 10 11:04:38 1994
From: Egwene@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Trichina Be Damned
Date: Fri Jun 10 11:04:38 1994
There is a slug in my orane juice
His little skin is quite chartreuse
His little eyes, they look bright red
I do beleive that he is dead
Around him lies some plasmic gel
It mixes with my orange juice quite well
I drink my juice, slug and all
Then contemplate going to the mall
From Natalie@yabbs Fri Jun 10 19:58:15 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Egwene@yabbs
Subject: re: Trichina Be Damned
Date: Fri Jun 10 19:58:15 1994
heheh
i like
natalie
From Steyr@yabbs Fri Jun 10 21:24:06 1994
From: Steyr@yabbs
To: Egwene@yabbs
Subject: re: Trichina Be Damned
Date: Fri Jun 10 21:24:06 1994
Hahahahaha
I loved it Egwene !
more, more !
- Steyr
From BlueMax@yabbs Sat Jun 11 05:44:39 1994
From: BlueMax@yabbs
To: Egwene@yabbs
Subject: re: Trichina Be Damned
Date: Sat Jun 11 05:44:39 1994
ug!
thank you sir....I think I'll be avoiding the oj for a while...
Blue...
From Deaska@yabbs Sat Jun 11 08:14:26 1994
From: Deaska@yabbs
To: Egwene@yabbs
Subject: re: Trichina Be Damned
Date: Sat Jun 11 08:14:26 1994
*chuckle*
:)
Deask'
From bardIIII@yabbs Sat Jun 11 15:51:04 1994
From: bardIIII@yabbs
To: Egwene@yabbs
Subject: re: Trichina Be Damned
Date: Sat Jun 11 15:51:04 1994
From Deaska@yabbs Sun Jun 12 12:24:02 1994
From: Deaska@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: sharp
Date: Sun Jun 12 12:24:02 1994
heaviness of heart
a soul rejected
tears of mine start
my fears projected
with only a flailing hope
for me to hold
that anothers hate
has not been sold
my comfort lacking
though my sorrys I send
but there's nothing more harder
than to lose a friend...
and so I bleed.
From Natalie@yabbs Sun Jun 12 12:27:29 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Deaska@yabbs
Subject: re: sharp
Date: Sun Jun 12 12:27:29 1994
*hugs*
and more *hugs*
natalie
From Zbadba@yabbs Mon Jun 13 01:22:23 1994
From: Zbadba@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: A pretty monster
Date: Mon Jun 13 01:22:23 1994
I wrote this poem when I was about 6 years old, and I ran across it the
other day and was overcome with an urge to post it. Bear in mind that I
was only 6 at the time. :)
A pretty monster.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The dog wagged his tiny tail.
He jumped and did a flip
and ran around the mile-long house.
He hid his ugly face
and barked at the fence.
He ran under the table
and knocked it down.
He had seen a pretty monster
and he screamed.
From Badger01@yabbs Wed Jun 15 16:32:32 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: Zbadba@yabbs
Subject: re: A pretty monster
Date: Wed Jun 15 16:32:32 1994
This probably should ahve been posted in mind games, but I'll say it here
Despite his suicide last week, Peter Davis was my best friend, and I'm
going to miss his cowardly chickenshit ass.
BADGER01
From Zbadba@yabbs Wed Jun 15 23:15:27 1994
From: Zbadba@yabbs
To: Badger01@yabbs
Subject: re: A pretty monster
Date: Wed Jun 15 23:15:27 1994
I'm quite sympathetic to your bereavment...
but what did it have to do with my poem?
From Badger01@yabbs Thu Jun 16 14:59:49 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: Zbadba@yabbs
Subject: re: A pretty monster
Date: Thu Jun 16 14:59:49 1994
For some odd reason I can't explain, it made me think of it.
I have a neural condition I call Siderial thinking, where
unrelated concepts connect without correlation of any kind.
Or at least it's as good an explanation as I am depressed.
BADGER01
From sienna@yabbs Thu Jun 16 16:14:16 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: The Damned
Date: Thu Jun 16 16:14:16 1994
The Damned
i hid from you as i hid from myself;
i walked inward, and kicked when you pulled me
Out and said to face the world, it's what's best
For me. So i became molded, and learned
The dance. Which mask should i wear today? Can
You wait while i try them on? And i've many
Painted smiles and funny little sayings
To match as well. i thought i was running,
But i was standing still. And now i think
i'm stronger, but i'm only hiding and
Hurting, enjoying the pain because it's
Real, and something i learned from
You. And now i'm teaching myself that hate
And the rage and death are what the masks hide.
From Natalie@yabbs Thu Jun 16 19:03:40 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: The Damned
Date: Thu Jun 16 19:03:40 1994
wow.
natalie
*hugs*
From BlueMax@yabbs Thu Jun 16 23:40:19 1994
From: BlueMax@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: The Damned
Date: Thu Jun 16 23:40:19 1994
That about says it m'dear...
*hugs sienna then nat*
-Drew...
From pbj@yabbs Fri Jun 17 02:02:03 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: Sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: The Damned
Date: Fri Jun 17 02:02:03 1994
have you been living my life?
just curious
colleen
From hawke@yabbs Fri Jun 17 02:08:22 1994
From: hawke@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: The Damned
Date: Fri Jun 17 02:08:22 1994
Hawke walks up to sienna and hugs and kisses her. "i love you hon."
From pbj@yabbs Fri Jun 17 02:10:05 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Littlie White Butter
Date: Fri Jun 17 02:10:05 1994
****************
Little White Butterfly Skins
****************
She opened her mouth to the coal grey sky
and swallowed the little white butterfies
some call snow
Her breath, in the chill
forms softly crashing icicles
that her big, clumsy boots
crush, as she presses on
without a cloak
in the freezing night
passing those that had
made her life a burning hell
so hot she shed a skin
that confined her like a rattlesnake's
the shed skin laid at her feet
as she danced in the
water that had melted because of the
heat they had generated
He, the temporary object of her affection and lust
had left because of a primary engagement
-mirrors
(c) 1994 aweburning
i thought that everybody was complaining about the heat so much i'd give
youa taste of winter.... :)
colleen
From hawke@yabbs Fri Jun 17 02:43:33 1994
From: hawke@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: no-title
Date: Fri Jun 17 02:43:33 1994
hidy dity christ all mighty
who the hell are we
shim sham goddamn we're the ycc
fuck the farmers daughter fuck the farmers wife
join up with ycc and you'll be fucked for life
just a little poem from a youth conservation corp (ycc) camp i went to in
wisconsin it just popped back into my mind so i thought i would share it
with y'all
From robtelee@yabbs Fri Jun 17 13:49:41 1994
From: robtelee@yabbs
To: hawke@yabbs
Subject: re: no-title
Date: Fri Jun 17 13:49:41 1994
funny shit, man...sounds like the cadences from Uncle Sam's
Misguided Children. *hehehe*
From sienna@yabbs Fri Jun 17 20:54:02 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: hawke@yabbs
Subject: Hehehehe
Date: Fri Jun 17 20:54:02 1994
Sienna walks up to hawke and kisses him passionately and says "I love you
too, hon."
P.S. Cute little ditty! *smile*
From hawke@yabbs Mon Jun 20 04:52:02 1994
From: hawke@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: baby bumblebee
Date: Mon Jun 20 04:52:02 1994
I'm bringing home my baby bumble bee
wont my mommy be so prode of me
I'm bringing home my baby bumblebee
OUCH! he stung me
I'm squishing up my baby bumblebee
wont my mommy be so proud of me
I'm squishing up my baby bumblebee
YUCK! what a mess
I'm licking up my baby bumblebee
wont my mommy be so proud of me
I;m licking up my baby bumble bee
UGH! I don't feel so good
I'm puking up my baby bumblebee
wont my mommy be so proud of me
I'm puking up my baby bumblebee
YICK! what a mess
I'm sweeping up my baby bumblebee
wont my mommy be so proud of me
I'm sweeping up my baby bumble bee
ALL GONE!
HEHEHE just a little song/poem/story to remind you of those days when you
where a little kid and you used to sing stupid stuff like this HEHEHEH
enjoy folks
and i dont know who originally wrote this i just heard it as a kid sodont
try to nail my ass for plagerism.
your obediant servant
Hawke
From Badger01@yabbs Mon Jun 20 11:53:24 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: hawke@yabbs
Subject: re: baby bumblebee
Date: Mon Jun 20 11:53:24 1994
Richard Nixon is dead and writing is alive.
Badger01
From blueeyes@yabbs Mon Jun 20 14:48:20 1994
From: blueeyes@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: something old i found
Date: Mon Jun 20 14:48:20 1994
to: chromos, from blueeyes
I love you
I miss you
I need you
From hawke@yabbs Mon Jun 20 15:44:22 1994
From: hawke@yabbs
To: Badger01@yabbs
Subject: re: baby bumblebee
Date: Mon Jun 20 15:44:22 1994
explain lucy what dos you mean
i remain your obedieant servant
hawke
From Natalie@yabbs Mon Jun 20 19:43:16 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: hawke@yabbs
Subject: s`0
Date: Mon Jun 20 19:43:16 1994
heheh i rememberthat one...did you do the hand motions too?
natalie
From sienna@yabbs Mon Jun 20 21:11:17 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: hawke@yabbs
Subject: Little Deana
Date: Mon Jun 20 21:11:17 1994
Hehehehehe we remember that!
We love you!
-The System
From sienna@yabbs Mon Jun 20 21:40:31 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: re: no title
Date: Mon Jun 20 21:40:31 1994
Heart beating in the dark;
You silently lie down beside me.
Lights from passing cars
Play over motel walls.
Trembling in the night;
You take my hand in yours
And patiently wait for me
To make the moment right.
I can see your eyes shining.....
I can feel your love washing over me....
In the silence of this time
I softly cry a tear;
Mourning for all that has been lost
In the lands of my mind.
You gently reassure me
In the language of your love;
In the aching of my will to
Be beautiful for you.
I can see your eyes shining.....
I can feel your love washing over me...
Forever.....
This is dedicated to the love of my life.....always and
forever...faithfully!
From hawke@yabbs Tue Jun 21 04:21:32 1994
From: hawke@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: no title
Date: Tue Jun 21 04:21:32 1994
Hawke blushes and lowers his face and mutters i love you to sienna
From hawke@yabbs Tue Jun 21 04:22:27 1994
From: hawke@yabbs
To: natalie@yabbs
Subject: hahaha
Date: Tue Jun 21 04:22:27 1994
of course i use the hand singles hehehe mes allways use the hand signals
just like the hand signals for little bunny foo foo
From pbj@yabbs Tue Jun 21 13:28:55 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: Sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: no title
Date: Tue Jun 21 13:28:55 1994
i know how you feel..... liked it....*hugs*
colleen marie
From sienna@yabbs Tue Jun 21 14:18:21 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: no title
Date: Tue Jun 21 14:18:21 1994
Thanks for the encouragement...it is nice to know that something which
came from me actually touched someone else.
Dee
From batt@yabbs Tue Jun 21 17:57:26 1994
From: batt@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Sink With Me
Date: Tue Jun 21 17:57:26 1994
Be alone
Feel alone
Lost my senses, lost my home
Cover me
Smother me
Take a trip on my lobotomy
Hate me
Debate me
Pay no mind, evaporate me
I feel blinded, dead, and free
Take your time to sink with me
Arrest me
Molest me
Tell your friends that you detest me
Find me
Beside me
Take your choice of personality
Tear me
Bear me
Hold me down, exterminate me
Lustfull, brainless, endless sea
Before I die, just sink with me
But every time I try to scream my silent sorrow
Everybody wonders what happened to my head
Go away, don't touch me!
Bother another victim instead
Buy me
Sanitize me
Tell yourself that I'm too crazy
Hurt me
Desert me
Too many scars and pain on my mind
Kill me
Distill me
Break a new friend, do your old men
Standing by the cliffs you see
Take one step and sink with me
Sell your friendship, steal your peace
Watch them laugh, we're sinking free
1994, CJ Casey
From sienna@yabbs Tue Jun 21 21:42:37 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: batt@yabbs
Subject: re: Sink With Me
Date: Tue Jun 21 21:42:37 1994
wow....that was intense....especially since I know what that feels
like...to feel completely alone in a world full of people who seem to be
of another species than yourself...more brutal and more instinctual than
you are....that was great...I really appreciated the post! Keep up the
good work!
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Tue Jun 21 21:44:55 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: All
Date: Tue Jun 21 21:44:55 1994
I just wanted to say that I finally got caught up in reading all the
messages in this room and I must say for the most part I am impressed. I
really like the ideas which get bounced around and I hope that if I share
more of my own work on here that it will be taken for what it is..an
offering of part of my soul...reaching out to touch one of you in the
slightest way....if that can happen then it was worth the sweat and pain
it took to get those words written down.
Keep it up, guys!
Love ya
*hugs*
Dee
From pixy@yabbs Wed Jun 22 03:24:40 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: re: All
Date: Wed Jun 22 03:24:40 1994
Balloonhead Sally comes to me
She's a breathe of jubilence
And alcohol and laughing gas
A swirling smile bug of brew
Whorehead Sally lays next to me
She's a kiss of frankensince
And a hand running up my leg
A mess of lust and looks
All heads knew Sally's head
She's a must for gatherings
And easy love and souless spirit
A knowledge unknown to innocents
From pixy@yabbs Wed Jun 22 03:26:36 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: pixy@yabbs
Subject: re: All
Date: Wed Jun 22 03:26:36 1994
Shit! forgot to type the last verse. Aw, fuck it--why don't one of you
guys finish my poem; it's about a whore anyway, so why bother finishing it
anyhow?
pixy
From BlueMax@yabbs Wed Jun 22 10:29:20 1994
From: BlueMax@yabbs
To: Jenifer@yabbs
Subject: Love?
Date: Wed Jun 22 10:29:20 1994
I think I Am In Love,
Does She Know?
Does She Care?
I See Her Walking Past,
I Hear Her Voice,
Did She Say My Name?
I Smell Her Fragerance,
I Think I Am In Love,
Does She Know?
Does She Care?
2Dec'92
This was written the firs night I felt that I was motivated By Love...
^-- t
Did It Work out...I'm not that lucky...
From batt@yabbs Wed Jun 22 13:04:57 1994
From: batt@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: Sink With Me
Date: Wed Jun 22 13:04:57 1994
thanks..being out here and working where I work, it's hard and completely
thankless to drag these words out of myself, but I try to do my best...
went back and re-read some of what you wrote...and you think mine was
intense? look at your own...
enjoy
c. j. casey
From batt@yabbs Wed Jun 22 14:40:04 1994
From: batt@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: thinkin' again...
Date: Wed Jun 22 14:40:04 1994
What do you do when you got a fever in your head
What do you do when your lover loves another instead
Sometimes I don't know about my life
Think I'll just get old and then I'll die
Losing my mind like I sometimes lose my keys
Only wanna find somebody who knows what I mean
Even though it's warm I still feel cold inside
Think I'll just get old and then I'll die
My heart's too scarred and scratched to ever fall in love again
Half the pain's from lovers, and the other half's from friends
So now I'm standing outside on the cold dark porch while the
party's going on inside
And I'm not getting any younger, baby
Now I'm just getting old and crazy...
How does it feel when your life's going down the drain
Do you know what it's like when your children don't know your name
Everything I do turns out a waste of time
Think I'll just get old, and then I'll die
May 1994 C J Casey
From Natalie@yabbs Wed Jun 22 14:58:39 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: batt@yabbs
Subject: re: thinkin' again...
Date: Wed Jun 22 14:58:39 1994
*sigh* geez...i wish i could write love poetry....but no, every time i do
itturns ito a poem about either manipulating or being manipulated...ah
well....*shrug*
From Natalie@yabbs Wed Jun 22 16:16:51 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Chosen
Date: Wed Jun 22 16:16:51 1994
this isnt mine, it's by mon cher yeats, but i thought it was cool, so i'm
gonnashare it with y'all...
The lot of love is chosen. I learnt that much
Struggling for an image on the track
Of the whirling Zodiac.
Scarce did he my body tough,
Scarce sank he from the west
Or found a subterranean rest
On the maternal midnight of my breast
Before I had marked him on his northern way,
And seemed to stand although in bed I lay.
I struggled with the horror of daybreak,
I chose it for my lot! If questioned on
My utmost pleasure with a man
By some new-married bride, I take
That stillness for a theme
Where his heart my heart did seem
And both adrift on the miraculous stream
Where--wrote a learned astrologer--
The Zodiac changed into a sphere.
(1929)
cool, huh?
natalie
From sienna@yabbs Wed Jun 22 18:46:26 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: batt@yabbs
Subject: re: Sink With Me
Date: Wed Jun 22 18:46:26 1994
Hey CJ
I wasnt inplying that your stuff was bad or anything...quite the
contrary...I thought it was terrific. I happen to be an intense person and
so I like intense things...no offense meant! Please keep it up...I really
enjoyed your work!
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Wed Jun 22 18:46:57 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: bluemax@yabbs
Subject: To: Jennifer
Date: Wed Jun 22 18:46:57 1994
Wow, hon......I am impressed.
*hugs*
Love,
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Wed Jun 22 18:55:04 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: A Desert
Date: Wed Jun 22 18:55:04 1994
Hey all: I wrote this poem in February 1992 after a very traumatic
experience...It is basically about me not being able to cry. Please tell
me what you think...feedback is important and I cannot improve without it.
A Desert
The rain has all but dried
Up, and the landscape has
Become quite infertile;
A desolate place where
Life is cheap and worthless.
Can you understand the
Barrenness, the cold and
The death, and the breath it
Gives to innocent life?
The air has not a voice,
And yet speaks aloud when
Angered, though there isn't
Life around to protect.
And the landscape, thirsty
For rain, is terrified;
Because it knows well the
Tendency to flood out.
So the land is dead, yet
Holds onto its layers;
Waiting for the rains that
Will only keep adding
Water to its hidden
Depths; 'til the land itself
Grows stagnant and dies from
Drowning the inside out.
From batt@yabbs Thu Jun 23 10:32:23 1994
From: batt@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: A Desert
Date: Thu Jun 23 10:32:23 1994
just hit home with that one...still think your work is much more intense
than mine...but thanks...
keep posting...I need to read these...
have fun...batt
From sienna@yabbs Thu Jun 23 10:32:32 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: hawke and BlueMax
Date: Thu Jun 23 10:32:32 1994
I just felt the need to say that these two are the most wonderful human
beings on this planet! (Of course, I am biased)
*hugs* to hawke, the love of my life.
*hugs* to all my yabbs friends, especially BlueMax.
*hugs* to my yabbs family, especially Natalie *smile*
*hugs* to anyone else who wants one!
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Thu Jun 23 10:37:28 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: batt@yabbs
Subject: re: A Desert
Date: Thu Jun 23 10:37:28 1994
Thanks CJ...your comment was sincerely appreciated. I like to know that a
particualr poem I wrote with a particular effect in mind actually evoked
the intended reaction.....
I did not mean to imply that your work is any more or less intense than
mine I just happen to think you write deep and provoking poems...you do
not seem to come across as superficial (not that any one's work on
here has given me that impression). That is all.
I am glad you like the poem...it helped me to get some of that sadness out
of me and onto the paper.....sadness held inside to long manifests itself
as anger and let me tell you, I wasn't too pleasant to be around for a
while there.
Thanks for the criticism...it motivates me to strive for better!
Dee
From Natalie@yabbs Thu Jun 23 10:39:17 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: hawke and BlueMax
Date: Thu Jun 23 10:39:17 1994
aw shucks...*hugs* back at you sis
(you know, I think BlueMax is pretty great too....*grin*)
natalie
From sienna@yabbs Thu Jun 23 11:44:11 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: hawke and BlueMax
Date: Thu Jun 23 11:44:11 1994
I thought you might think so *hug*
Da da da da (all dressed in white), da da da da da da da da da da da!
hehehehe
Mes loves hawke and blue.....yes mes does! And mes loves my sis too *hug*
P.S. Faith says hello to everyone!
Love,
Dee
From Natalie@yabbs Thu Jun 23 12:56:18 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: hawke and BlueMax
Date: Thu Jun 23 12:56:18 1994
*innocent look*
whatever could you be talking about?
*giggle*
*hugs*
natalie
From batt@yabbs Thu Jun 23 13:27:42 1994
From: batt@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: behind the glass
Date: Thu Jun 23 13:27:42 1994
One more and then I have to stop for a while...I can only do so much of
this...and so far I've been posting stuff I wrote months ago...
If this is really annoying any of you, slap me or something...
Behind The Glass
I hurt
But pain's beyond me
I hurt
Ignore the boundaries
I feel
Cold as winter sunrise
I need
Something no one gives me
I slip past the glass
I care for my mind
I'm finally alone
I've no need for time
I'm in place
With my face behind the glass.
I bleed
The colour of your eyes
I crawl
I hide from the sunrise
I act
I fake my compassion
I break
Just to see your expression
Rushing past my head
Bleeding on my bread
Don't you think the world's
Safer with me dead
I'm in place
Silent Scream behind the glass
help me!
i don't know where this leads
help me!
i don't know what i see
find me!
don't drag me back to the world
kill me!
i couldn't do it myself...
Rape my mind
Steal me blind
I'm safely in place
Watch me die behind the glass
steal me!
sell my mind like stolen food
fuck me!
tear apart my broken mood
bury me!
shroud in earth and wood
forget me!
as everybody should...
April 1994 C. J. Casey
From sienna@yabbs Thu Jun 23 14:53:41 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: batt@yabbs
Subject: re: behind the glass
Date: Thu Jun 23 14:53:41 1994
wow.....uh....yeah...wow. I am speechless. And you dont think your poetry
packs a punch or two...geez! *hug* I am truly impressed! *smile*
Please...please do not stop! I love your poetry!
Love,
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Thu Jun 23 14:54:17 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: natalie@yabbs
Subject: Uh....?
Date: Thu Jun 23 14:54:17 1994
uh huh suuuuuuuuure Nat.....I see how *you* are
hehehehehehe
Love ya!
dee
From Natalie@yabbs Thu Jun 23 16:02:33 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: Uh....?
Date: Thu Jun 23 16:02:33 1994
golly dee, you're confuzzling me all up now.....
*grin*
*hugs*
natalie
From sienna@yabbs Thu Jun 23 21:25:18 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: Uh....?
Date: Thu Jun 23 21:25:18 1994
Mes sorry! *hug*
I am just being my silly self *grin* like that is so hard to believe....
Dee is craaaaaaaaaaaazy (I am in love...yeah that explains my absurd
behavior...it is all hawke's fault!).
Hehehehehehe
Love,
Dee
P.S. But I am glad mes in love :) Arent I dopey? *chuckle*
From Cat@yabbs Thu Jun 23 21:25:25 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: Uh....?
Date: Thu Jun 23 21:25:25 1994
geez nat, you and sienna ought to take it into email. :) this is the
poetry base not the hugging winking grinning one...but then again, i
suppose everything could be classified as "poetry". maybe you and dee and
trying to be avant garde. :) if so, my responce to your poems is, take it
into email :)
-tammie
From Natalie@yabbs Thu Jun 23 21:32:09 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: Uh....?
Date: Thu Jun 23 21:32:09 1994
fine, tammie...be that way....*Sob* you just don't love me anymore....
natalie
From pbj@yabbs Fri Jun 24 02:02:37 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: A Desert
Date: Fri Jun 24 02:02:37 1994
i know what it feels like to not be able to cry
i know what it is like to not be able to stop
I know what it is like to want to die
i know what it is like to dry up
pbj
From pbj@yabbs Fri Jun 24 02:05:26 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: batt@yabbs
Subject: re: behind the glass
Date: Fri Jun 24 02:05:26 1994
i rilly like the stuff you've been posting lately
very lyrical in quality
very impassioned
i have felt like that b4
pbj
From pbj@yabbs Fri Jun 24 02:11:38 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: newish stuff
Date: Fri Jun 24 02:11:38 1994
I wrote this b4 I went out with my most recent past guything
clean and warm
once again content
I listen to music
unfamiliar
and your face
will not leave
my eyes
A jacket borrowed
a code broken
the chill dissapaited
by blackened leather
cryptic conversation
known only to the two
quizzical looks
replaced by feigned
realization
The cards reading
true in a different way
than was thought
at first glances
another bond shattered
-mirrors
(c) 1994 aweburning
enjoy???
pbj
From pixy@yabbs Fri Jun 24 03:10:26 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: re: newish stuff
Date: Fri Jun 24 03:10:26 1994
This is about girl--it had to happen sooner or later
It had to happen sooner or later,
That i got floored upon one's floor,
and that someone be a lady
Or a woman--you see i don't
Think that both need still be.
And she was a Woman!
And she was a woman of magnificent everything and could make me feel so
above anything even from the floor. I'll never forget her velvet
lined--but not coffin like--throat and candy-cane smooth voice; however the
other things(memories) have faded.
*I can only hope that the above isn't taken the right way*
From hawke@yabbs Fri Jun 24 04:03:29 1994
From: hawke@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: Uh....?
Date: Fri Jun 24 04:03:29 1994
oh shore blame it on mes....mes innocent....honest you can trust me after
all i am a sailor
your obedient servant
hawke
From hawke@yabbs Fri Jun 24 04:06:04 1994
From: hawke@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: newish stuff
Date: Fri Jun 24 04:06:04 1994
Damn!.......what else can i say but damn.
your obedienat servant
hawke
From Dee@yabbs Fri Jun 24 08:30:14 1994
From: Dee@yabbs
To: hawke@yabbs
Subject: sienna
Date: Fri Jun 24 08:30:14 1994
If the government can trust you, then maybe I could too?
*hugs*
I love you!
Dee
From Dee@yabbs Fri Jun 24 08:30:47 1994
From: Dee@yabbs
To: cat@yabbs
Subject: ooops
Date: Fri Jun 24 08:30:47 1994
Sorry Tammie
*blush*
geez I was only bein silly!
Sorry again!
Dee
From Badger01@yabbs Fri Jun 24 10:07:11 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Blood tastes thicker than w
Date: Fri Jun 24 10:07:11 1994
Rip you apart
chew on the skin stretching in my jaws
tugging
eat your heart
syrup serum runny on my face
put you down in the dirt
take you apart
Why else did you have me?
My little ode to father's day.
Badger01
From Badger01@yabbs Fri Jun 24 10:12:47 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Opens Slow
Date: Fri Jun 24 10:12:47 1994
You keep standing in that doorway
Standing in my way in the yellow ragtattered daisy dress
I slide past and walk into the kitchen
Forty year old walls while you twist your face
Telling me about the price of eggs when you were a girl
quoting from revelations and telling me about grass taller than your head
Twist the face as you try to place mine
As you tell me about the war to end all ways
in the air is a hint of smoke I can almost smell
Gearteeth stripping behind your eyes
Shorting outside as you inside as you try to say
Hi
Yes, I bought the bread already Gramma
It's in the breadbox
Not the sink Gramma the breadbox
Not the stove.
Look, right here, over here
In the Breadbox, see?
Still in progress...Version 2.3 to follow
Badger01
From batt@yabbs Fri Jun 24 11:12:45 1994
From: batt@yabbs
To: Badger01@yabbs
Subject: re: Opens Slow
Date: Fri Jun 24 11:12:45 1994
waiting for Version 2.3...reminds me of my family...
batt
From batt@yabbs Fri Jun 24 11:17:21 1994
From: batt@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: newish stuff
Date: Fri Jun 24 11:17:21 1994
enjoyed...
batt
i always thought these relationship things only worked one way
with the feelings involved... thanx
a
lott...
cj casey
From BlueMax@yabbs Fri Jun 24 11:24:05 1994
From: BlueMax@yabbs
To: dee@yabbs
Subject: What a mess
Date: Fri Jun 24 11:24:05 1994
*sighs*
Thanks dee, but your special too...
*hugs nat* What should I say love?
*looks at cat* so sue me! :P
From sienna@yabbs Fri Jun 24 12:20:02 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Ghost of Love
Date: Fri Jun 24 12:20:02 1994
This is a poem that I wrote a few years ago about an ex-boyfriend....I am
including it in the book I am currently working on getting published.
Comments are appreciated.
Ghost of Love
Loving you is like
A wave upon the
Rocky beach, and a
Piercing thorn in my
Side; leaves me stranded,
Out of reach, lost in
The jaws of the tide.
And i reach for you,
But you are not there.
i felt the promise
Behind the mirror.
Where have you gone, so
Far away from me?
i reach for you, but
The ghost of love long
Dead escapes from me;
Echoes of a summer
Long lost inside hate.
You are living in
Consecrated lies.
i gather the seeds
Of vast betrayal.
Where have you gone? You
Left me when the tide
Came for me again.
Where are you now that
Those who know you see
You for what you are?
A rock crashing down
Upon my head; i
heard you whisper in
Your heart; you wish it
Was dead; and so do
i, since i am dead
To you now because
Our love died. It fell
Stagnant, through and through.
And the corpse that's left
Behind begins to
Rot away; as i
Hear you pray falsely.
Where have you gone, the
Boy i used to know
Well? Where are you now?
The taunting sky, it
Won't tell; and i look
For you, but only
See the ghost of love
Long dead before me.
Ghosts of love and hate.
Well, that was pretty intense, but what can I say? Betrayal does that to a
girl.......*sigh* Okay, people, I need some feedback!
I hope you enjoy it.
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Fri Jun 24 12:20:51 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: What a mess
Date: Fri Jun 24 12:20:51 1994
I really enjoy your work....I like the title of your book....mine is going
to be called "The Wall, the Fire, and the Revelation"
Keep up the good work!
From sienna@yabbs Fri Jun 24 12:21:38 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: batt@yabbs
Subject: What can I say?
Date: Fri Jun 24 12:21:38 1994
What can I say except I really really love your work? You are very
talented....the images you bring to mind are very clear, very poignant!
Please, dont stop!
Love,
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Fri Jun 24 12:51:15 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: The Fire
Date: Fri Jun 24 12:51:15 1994
I found another poem I would like to post.......
The Fire
Black and deadly these fires burn
Underscored with the taste of Hell
Laughing demons scar my heart
Using vices i know so well
Burning higher 'til i'm all consumed
Licking at my hands and feet
Melting down steel walls surrounding stone
'Til the two run together and in Hell meet
Where's the sky? It is covered now
Filling up with charred images of you
Streaking through the vast emptiness
Burnt stones of little use
Can you find me now that i'm dark?
My ashes are blood red
Like dust in the wind i've become
All that i've wished for, like all things dead
i've gone through the fire
i've become a scattered soul
i've gone through the fire
i've finally gone home.
hmmmmm......I was pretty down the day I wrote THAT one.....sorry if this
depresses you guys....I will post an uplifiting poem next (yes I do have a
few which are not inclined to drive depressed people to suicide).
Thanks,
*hugs*
Dee
From Natalie@yabbs Fri Jun 24 14:17:33 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: BlueMax@yabbs
Subject: re: What a mess
Date: Fri Jun 24 14:17:33 1994
*grins foolishly*
uh...blue...anything you like?
*hugs*
natalie
From pbj@yabbs Fri Jun 24 18:16:09 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: The Fire
Date: Fri Jun 24 18:16:09 1994
yeah..i've felt that way b4...kinda like you just want to die and see if
anybody notices...kinda like you want to leave and see if anybody follows
you...i know i ve left and nobody ever follows me...so i guess when i die
nobody will notice...oh well..i'll know and that's all that matters...
colleen marie
From pbj@yabbs Fri Jun 24 18:21:43 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: elemental
Date: Fri Jun 24 18:21:43 1994
The leaping flames
Of a thousand tapers
Could not absolve me
Of this irreproachable innocence
That I feel for you
The cascading gallons
of a hidden fall
could not wash away
this ache in me
an ache that is trace
to you
The money the
World encompassed
could not buy the
bondage I should
expierence
A slavery to you
And your soul
So i give it one more chance
And lift my tear-filed
mirrors to this
mid-night sky
and pray for torment
against this peaceful
snowscape.
-mirrors
(c) 1994
Aweburning
From pixy@yabbs Fri Jun 24 22:12:09 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: What a mess
Date: Fri Jun 24 22:12:09 1994
ooh! i've seen book talk. You don't know how much that makes my mouth
water. Please tell me how to go about publishing one.
thanx
pixy
From pixy@yabbs Fri Jun 24 22:28:45 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: 4@yabbs
Subject: angst
Date: Fri Jun 24 22:28:45 1994
here's the beginning of one i started shortly after "growing up". I'll
post the rest later when i get the shit worked out.
I remember that day: 17...
DAMN!!!
I was such a lightning head:
nightswimming in a thunderstorm,
Drinking liquor like a bone-dry soul,
Fast throughmailboxes driving,
All stirred inside with
innocence and carnal urges
in a sex-colored smear on the wall.
It was all such a blurr
making love in a rain storm
laughing at the heavens
and the constant ache that
10,000 volts of carnal knowledge
couldn't cure and nor could
frantic moments in my room alone.
*more to come soon--just in case someone cares to hear and im not simply
struting and freting with sound and fury into this keyboard for my own
satisfaction. (do pardon the macbeth allusion)*
From Nickolai@yabbs Fri Jun 24 23:21:52 1994
From: Nickolai@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: :)
Date: Fri Jun 24 23:21:52 1994
I think that...
I may do...
Something...
That I regret...
...
...
but, that's someday...
other than today.
-Nickolai
P.S. *hug*
From Natalie@yabbs Sat Jun 25 00:02:58 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Nickolai@yabbs
Subject: re: :)
Date: Sat Jun 25 00:02:58 1994
NICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!
aieeeeee!!!!!!!!!!
i've missed you SO much!!!!!!!
*hugs*
From Dee@yabbs Sat Jun 25 12:05:54 1994
From: Dee@yabbs
To: pixy@yabbs
Subject: book
Date: Sat Jun 25 12:05:54 1994
I am not sure of all the details yet in getting published...the Dept.
Chair of English at the University of Cincinnati is the one who i shelping
me to get published.....what he has me doing is editing and revising
now...based upon his suggestions and the comment of others (which is why
feedabck from everyone on here is so important to me). After I get my work
to what I consider to be its best...then I am to go to him and he will
take it from there (he himself has published a lot...I am assuming he is
going to show my work to his publisher...you know what they say...it isn't
what you know but WHO you know.)
If you like I can try to find out this information from him...I could even
show him some of your work if you would like. (let me know if you want me
to show him your work because I will not unless I get specific permission
from you)
Sincerely,
Dee
From pixy@yabbs Sat Jun 25 17:09:46 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: Dee@yabbs
Subject: re: book
Date: Sat Jun 25 17:09:46 1994
I'd love to hear more about the process. However, i need some time to
revise the hell out of all the stuff that i've done so far.
thanx
pixy
From pbj@yabbs Sat Jun 25 18:31:44 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: more sheeat
Date: Sat Jun 25 18:31:44 1994
I'm sitting here alone
but crowded
ignored
but all eyes are on me
Do i want to leave
or stay
and be left by those
around me
to, my solitary soul
with nothing to hold
but a shaking
i don't understand
it won't leave me alone
constant and never ceasing
*******************
next on
******************
I don't know
tis a common phrase
flowing from my mouth
recently
smoking stale camels
in a dark room
full of people
acting, not themselves
taking a breather
talking to the cast
of this great
charade
looking for someone
who left
without saying
Hello
my place empties
slowly
-mirrors
(c) 1993 aweburning
From Dee@yabbs Sat Jun 25 19:05:37 1994
From: Dee@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: more sheeat
Date: Sat Jun 25 19:05:37 1994
Wow. I really liked that Colleen.....I have felt that way before too.
Thanks,
Dee
From Dee@yabbs Sat Jun 25 19:06:06 1994
From: Dee@yabbs
To: pixy@yabbs
Subject: okay
Date: Sat Jun 25 19:06:06 1994
Just let me know ok.......?
*hugs*
Dee
From topi@yabbs Sun Jun 26 10:04:55 1994
From: topi@yabbs
To: batt@yabbs
Subject: re: behind the glass
Date: Sun Jun 26 10:04:55 1994
I really like your poems. I really love the words. They are thought
provoking words. I like the style that you use to write your poems.
Anyway, just letting you know that I like them *smile* and I want you to
definetally keep it up.
-Love Cath.
From topi@yabbs Sun Jun 26 10:20:34 1994
From: topi@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: more sheeat
Date: Sun Jun 26 10:20:34 1994
gee.. that ones almost touched me.
i say almost because i probably don't understand it all that much, well,
not the entire thing. I like the bit"looking for someone who didn't say
hello". thats definetally touching. Thinking of all the people who do just
slide by into the dark of night..........
From Dee@yabbs Sun Jun 26 11:32:32 1994
From: Dee@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: <no title>
Date: Sun Jun 26 11:32:32 1994
no title
lonely rain falling outside
my window
pale light
dark gray skies matching
the color of my heart
as i sit waiting
alone
lost inside thunderhead memories
and squirming spiders
alone
lost inside hanging closets
and bitter betrayal
inside yellow rooms inside
little boxes.....
emotionless
tired
scared
rejected
dark gray skies matching
the color of my heart
(or is it my soul which has been
drained of its vibrancy?)
as i sit waiting
alone
always alone
always
I just wrote this off the top of my head...please give me some feedback.
Thanks,
Dee
From pixy@yabbs Sun Jun 26 16:55:12 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: Dee@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Sun Jun 26 16:55:12 1994
Okay. You want feedback. here we go with a new approach.
In message <no title>, Dee said:
> lonely rain falling outside
> my window
> pale light
> dark gray skies matching
> the color of my heart
> as i sit waiting
> alone
> lost inside thunderhead memories
> and squirming spiders
> alone
> lost inside hanging closets
> and bitter betrayal
> inside yellow rooms inside
> little boxes.....
{Okay. this looks neato. Already you've shown a strong realtionship
between nature and your own emotions. It's obviously stronger than a
simple metaphor. Is that your intention? I wonder if you're commenting on
yourselve or maybe nature, or both at the same time. Clearly, you're
suggesting--your intention is irrelevant for this point--that there is a
connection. You soemhow derive out of this that there is a connection in
nature to what you are feeling in you mind. Is this what you want?
>emotionless > tired > > scared > > rejected >
> dark gray skies matching
> the color of my heart
> (or is it my soul which has been
> drained of its vibrancy?)
> as i sit waiting
> alone
>
> always alone
>
> always
>
> {Now i see the connection between nature and the mind weakening a bit.
You certainly don't have to keep a strong relationship, but why do you
loosen it up? }
For something that you say you took off the top of your head, this a great
beginning. Personally--and i'm only suggesting at your request--Id like to
see you comment on the relationship you've established in the first part
of your poem. Then, make it clearer why the mind and nature seem to move
apart in the end. I think this could be a very powerful and deep work of
art if you'd address such issues more thoroghly.
Also, just as an afterthought, I'm really curious about your rythm in this
poem. In a poem relating your emotions to nature, i personally think that
the rythm of the poem would be a very important issue to address(damn, i'm
beginnig to talk like an design prfessor.
pixy
From pbj@yabbs Sun Jun 26 17:59:31 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: high school
Date: Sun Jun 26 17:59:31 1994
My life ripped away
beauraocrats and statistics
Fucked me up
They stole away my future
and i am left holding ashes
Pounding through my brain
Helplessness and fear
All I can do is stand by
and watch them take it all away
My pen is scrawling across the page
My anger cannot be expressed
Everything I care about has just been ripped
away
who gave you the right?
to take my dreams away?
certianly not me.
mirrors
(c) 1994 aweburning
From sienna@yabbs Sun Jun 26 22:10:57 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: pixy@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Sun Jun 26 22:10:57 1994
Ok...here goes.
I wrote this because I was feeling extremely sad and didnt have enough
energy to post a poem I had already written...didn't feel like typing from
another piece of paper..so I went into the poetry base, selected
enterage and just began typing.
Whatever came to mind.
Well, what came to mind (naturally) was a thunderstorm because it was
actually raining this morning when I sat down to type. This poem is more
of a Sylvia Plath/John Berryman kinda poem (confessional poets) because
what I wrote about has extreme significance to me....thunderstorms and
spiders.....because as a child I was traumitized by both.....it holds
meaning to me and me only...although many could relate to being
uncomfortable around them...the same thing with yellow rooms...this is
symbolism which is symbolic to me only.
I do not know why I worte it. I just started typing and that is what I
came up with.
The reason the connection between nature and emotion weakens at the end is
beacuse the storm abated some. I guess I see the connection of storms and
my emotions like me and my anger....the storm being nature's version of
anger or pent up hostility/agression which is being released...I guess
sometimes I am jealous of nature for being able to purge itself of
its anger...or whatever.....I wish I could do that sometimes...
Another reason is that there is a separation in my mind...a sepration or
going apart that co-exists with my emotions. Once again only if you knew
my story would you understand this....but I do not think it was a
completely conscious thought that I weakened the connection...not
deliberate....
As for the rythym I was feeling disjointed...I guess I felt removed from
my sadness and depression even though I was feeling it..it was muted...I
felt like I was standing back from it at arms length and examining
it...yet feeling its impact on me as well. This probably makes no sense to
you but I guess the only way to describe it is that I dissociated the
feeling.
I hope to continue getting feedback...I am so glad someone finally gave me
something to think about on my poetry.....thanks pixy...it was
appreciated...and is appreciated.
Sincerely,
Dee
From Dee@yabbs Mon Jun 27 02:50:36 1994
From: Dee@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Arimathea
Date: Mon Jun 27 02:50:36 1994
This is a poem about losing oneself.....I named it after a lost city in
Greece (gotta love symbolism).
Arimathea
i am lost in a dark
world where even the
light hides and hurts
when it tries to show
its face.....
The illusion of love is
just a farce, and death
comes for those who even
dare try.....
Travelling slowly, like a
picture that advances frame
by frame, the walls between
reality and fantasy become
more and more thin the further
i go.....
And the only way out is
by punching a hole
through the wall which
becomes a door but is really
a window.....
***NOTE*** all of the poems I post from my book are raw....they are under
revision...so comments would be helpful.....I just want everyone to
realise that htese are in no way, shape or form finished...polished....or
perfect. I need ideas people, so feel free to tell me what you like or do
not like about the poems I post.
Thanks!
Dee
From Badger01@yabbs Mon Jun 27 17:16:59 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: too long!
Date: Mon Jun 27 17:16:59 1994
I write mostly stories...
I'm screwed! I can't post any of it!
IT'S TOO LONG!!!
Badger01
From batt@yabbs Mon Jun 27 18:08:53 1994
From: batt@yabbs
To: Badger01@yabbs
Subject: re: too long!
Date: Mon Jun 27 18:08:53 1994
so do I! what do you write of?
batt
From Natalie@yabbs Mon Jun 27 19:00:21 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: batt@yabbs
Subject: re: too long!
Date: Mon Jun 27 19:00:21 1994
*sigh* i'm mostly a fiction writer too....but i really only have one story
in progress, and it's about 40 pages long at the moment...i don'tthink
anyone would appreciate that....*grin*
natalie
From Badger01@yabbs Mon Jun 27 20:47:43 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: batt@yabbs
Subject: re: too long!
Date: Mon Jun 27 20:47:43 1994
I write primarily either total fantasy or straight realistic narrative:
Slightly Joycean at times, but mostly I've founf my own voice, twisted
though it may be, and that's all I can say. I write about racoons, and
dead families, and depression, and lack of loss, and all sorts of
things....Mainly, I write about me.
Yourself?
Badger01
From pbj@yabbs Mon Jun 27 21:09:55 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: happyhappyjoyjoy!
Date: Mon Jun 27 21:09:55 1994
hey guys i realize this is totally off the subject but my 17th birthday
is friday...happy birthday to me!!!!!
bye!
Colleen marie
From HC@yabbs Mon Jun 27 21:29:23 1994
From: HC@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: The Loner
Date: Mon Jun 27 21:29:23 1994
Out of the shadows
He walks to the cliff's edge,
Cautiously looking out across his vast kingdom.
He howls at everything and at nothing.
He listens for the echo
And it soon returns.
But is it his own voice,
Or that of his hidden cohorts
He alone knows that answer
He alone can tell
For he is their brother
And they are the pack
He is ruled by himself alone.
He is slave to nothing but his own mind.
For he is Ghost-who-walks-alone.
He lets out one last thunderous howl
And effortlessly slips back into the darkened valley.
The valley eclipsed by the ruins of a once greater time
A time that shall soon return.
Was he real?
Or was he only a mirage from the past...
Only The Trickster knows...
Only the leader of the Great Ghost dance can answer...
The answer is but a single howl,
From the lone coyote.
Then silence...
--
Copyright 1994
Howling Coyote
From pnovak@yabbs Mon Jun 27 22:06:49 1994
From: pnovak@yabbs
To: pixy@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Mon Jun 27 22:06:49 1994
Pix-
After browsing through lots of non-(Poetry and Creative writing)
here lately, thanx for some readable criticism. I hope the base
gets back to where it was!
pno
From Natalie@yabbs Mon Jun 27 23:07:19 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: numero uno
Date: Mon Jun 27 23:07:19 1994
Surrounded by a pale light, he came,
As she lay on the ground.
Lifting her up, he carried her to the sky,
Where she was with others
Pale strange wispy creatures
And she thought she would be...
The Sphinx looked down
Upon her tear streaked face
And he cried himself
(that's right folx, NEW poetry from me....)
natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Mon Jun 27 23:08:18 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: numero doos
Date: Mon Jun 27 23:08:18 1994
I lay on the bed alone, and you joined me.
You slid your hand under the edge of my shirt,
Rested it on my stomach,
Gently kissed my neck,
And went to sleep.
I woke up in your arms and was happy.
natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Mon Jun 27 23:12:28 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: numero tres
Date: Mon Jun 27 23:12:28 1994
it infiltrates our lives
like a burrowing parasite
leeches off us sucking us of ourt life
a vampire
we feel the pull become addicted
and have to be pulled away
nothing can break this addiction
unless we want to and the treasures
it shows us are too many to
comprehend
deeper and deeper we go
the horror
the horror
into the abyss
dark dank and limitless
we are stripped of all but out souls
floating
disembodied
sparks of life
in the machine
i'd really like some comments...theseare only first drafts, so....they are
a bit rough....
natalie
From pbj@yabbs Tue Jun 28 00:56:28 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: numero doos
Date: Tue Jun 28 00:56:28 1994
oh jeez i love that feeling....
*hugs*
colleen marie
"the sammich"
From topi@yabbs Tue Jun 28 01:11:10 1994
From: topi@yabbs
To: HC@yabbs
Subject: re: The Loner
Date: Tue Jun 28 01:11:10 1994
I really like the line "but is it his own voice"
:)
-cv
From topi@yabbs Tue Jun 28 01:14:58 1994
From: topi@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: numero uno
Date: Tue Jun 28 01:14:58 1994
hey, i love that.. *smile* i love the way the guys looks down on her and
cries for her too... its something different. Usually you have people
looking upon the sad and trying to cheer them up, and you just made him
pity her as well. its different and good.
What exactly is a sphinx though? i suppose i should look it up *grin* :P
-Cath.
From Natalie@yabbs Tue Jun 28 01:28:42 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: topi@yabbs
Subject: re: numero uno
Date: Tue Jun 28 01:28:42 1994
*gasp* you don't know what a sphinx is? hmmm...it's a allusion to the
sphinx in 'the second coming' (like most of y'all couldn't guess that
one)...a sphinx is a creature with the head of a man and the body of a
lion...it's egyptian,,,,
natalie
From hawke@yabbs Tue Jun 28 03:22:57 1994
From: hawke@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: numero doos
Date: Tue Jun 28 03:22:57 1994
hey nat just wanted to say that that one made me smile.
thanks
your obediean servant
Hawke
From hawke@yabbs Tue Jun 28 03:25:38 1994
From: hawke@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: stories
Date: Tue Jun 28 03:25:38 1994
To all you story tellers who think there stuff is to long to post and
think that noone will read well post a page here and ther i for one would
read it hell i r4ead everything in here i may not comment but i do read
and as for it being to long so it will just take longer to post your alll
creative figure a way to post it and you might nbe surprised of the
result.
I remain your obedieant servant
Hawke
From Badger01@yabbs Tue Jun 28 09:40:17 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: hawke@yabbs
Subject: re: stories
Date: Tue Jun 28 09:40:17 1994
You asked for it, man...I hope I remember it right.
Dissonance
The taste of heat crawling in his window again, streaming all over his
body made him gag, and he closed the shade and prayed that the sun would
just go away. The sweat on his body was his last sweat, pulled from as
deep in him as he could go, water he couldn't afford to lose. He walked to
the fridge and fell over the army field pack he was using to carry his
clothes around.
"Motherfu..screw it." He tried to snarl, but failed, and everything went
white for a few seconds. He felt heat build up inside him, and as he
pulled himself up he went to the faucet instead of the barren fridge. Why
get blinded by the white glare off of the bare walls? The tap water tasted
rusty, but he drank it anyway, knowing nothing and being less.
Actually, that's kind of a prose poem, huh?
NEVER MIND
Badger01
From jujubee@yabbs Tue Jun 28 10:45:12 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: numero doos
Date: Tue Jun 28 10:45:12 1994
hmmmmm....that
one
was
rather
ummmmm.........
pleasant........ :)
jujubee*
From jujubee@yabbs Tue Jun 28 10:52:18 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: HC@yabbs
Subject: re: The Loner
Date: Tue Jun 28 10:52:18 1994
Interesting, HC...seems to me you get into Indian literature.....[*note I
did NOT call it "Native American"....I DETEST political correctness...HEY!
I WAS BORN IN AMERICA, TOO!!!! DOESN'T THAT MAKE MEEEEEE NATIVE
AMERICAN????] Well...enough of that.....
While I was reading this poem.....my mind alluded to the novel [The
Call of the Wild].....yep...brings to mind many allusions from the
book....
ummmmmm.....it also reminded me of my trip to New Mexico last summer....
so needless to say, you tapped some fond memories in my mind....nice poem!
*j*u*j*u*b*e*e*
From htoaster@yabbs Tue Jun 28 12:43:08 1994
From: htoaster@yabbs
To: hawke@yabbs
Subject: re: stories
Date: Tue Jun 28 12:43:08 1994
In message stories, hawke said:
> To all you story tellers who think there stuff is to long to post and
> think that noone will read well post a page here and ther i for one would
> read it hell i r4ead everything in here i may not comment but i do read
> and as for it being to long so it will just take longer to post your alll
> creative figure a way to post it and you might nbe surprised of the
> result.
also if you have anything longer that you'd like to see on the gfiles just let
me know and you can send it to me however you like (ftp or email) and i'll
put it up for there.
its a lot easier to read long stuff there than here, and easier for people
to find if they're looking for older stuff.
alex
From batt@yabbs Tue Jun 28 13:02:00 1994
From: batt@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: nrs uno , dos, tres
Date: Tue Jun 28 13:02:00 1994
damn...liked all three...but the second and third the best...
i'm a sucker for imagery and both of those seemed to carry a lot...
please...post more...
enjoi...
batt
From Covenant@yabbs Tue Jun 28 17:32:20 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: what the hell :)
Date: Tue Jun 28 17:32:20 1994
Untortured Youth
Yeah, I'm here. Life sucks.
Why's everybody happy?
Where was I supposed to go?
Who was I supposed to meet?
Blood runs through my veins
like shit through a sewer
People seem distracted.
My heroes are old men.
How do they do it?
Do they just give up?
Should I follow them down,
or should I just fucking stand up like a human should.
face what you got. accept what's yours. dont' whine.
Covenant (hmmmm, this is kind of fun)
From Covenant@yabbs Tue Jun 28 18:02:37 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Whatever
Date: Tue Jun 28 18:02:37 1994
It's been a long time. So long.
Alot of opportunities missed.
I let them go right by without a second thought.
People tell me all of the time what I've missed.
I tell them I know.
It's not what they think.
Hell, it's not what I think either.
Would you choose a gross of mediocrity
or one flawless perfection?
I chose and now have neither.
I'm not here to complain or enlighten.
I'm hear to tell a story, sort of.
Life ain't all that complicated.
As a matter of fact, everything in this world
is fairly simple at a basic level.
Nothing is beyond man. Nothing is beyond me.
One of the wisest men I have ever met once told me:
There's no need to follow the Ten Commandments
or any such thing. There is only one law that
a true man should follow. Its simplicity only
serves to help all men understand it and to
follow it. Do not take it for granted.
Be nice to people.
Words of truth don't have to come wrapped in complicated
passages and unidentifiable words. Should I say what I want
through a veil of litterary tools and thereby forsake all
that I believe in? No. Do I condem? No. Do I rave?
From Egwene@yabbs Tue Jun 28 19:02:37 1994
From: Egwene@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: WAR!
Date: Tue Jun 28 19:02:37 1994
-WAR!-
As the sun gropes through the fog which creeps stealthily across the
battlefield the smell of blood, sweat, and death mixes with the cries of
dying men whose lives are slowly leaking away. Lying among the bloated
and misfigured dead he sits. His left leg resting bouyantly on the bare
extended stomach of some dead soldier and his back supported pile the
piles of dead around him. He has fainted momentarily from the cadaverous
stench of putrescence which surrounds him. He is blind, his eye-sockets
filled with dark clotted blood from a mortar shell wound. With a cry he
awakes and his fingers begin to inspect the area around him as they play
over the distorted bodies of the men around. He raises himself with
difficulty but falls clutching his head. Then he stands slowly and
haltingly begins to move forward in a crouching motion much like a
chimpanzee as he tries to feel his way around. His eyes begin to bleed
again and as he sinks to the earth clutching it with useless fervor he
hears someone call his name. The call comes again, faint and far away,
then closer it resounds. Hysterical laughter fills the valley as one man
goes mad, for it is not his name but the cry of the vultures.
From Natalie@yabbs Tue Jun 28 20:18:46 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: another one
Date: Tue Jun 28 20:18:46 1994
the sun is shining
but it's thundering
a shudder runs up my spine
my insides churn
this is the weather i hate
it's so humid
my hair is stuck to my face
of course the hour long bath
that i took didn't help
it's tangled and all i did was
look at it
i want to talk to someone
but that someone isn't here
and i don't know what i
want to do
i look around my room
it is so childinsh
the room of the me of a year ago
not the room of me now
but i don't want to grow up
i want to be eight again
just before i got cooties
before i had no friends
when i was happy
when i was unashamed
when i was purely me
and not the me that others made
i admit to being a victim of society
but i'm not going to whine
i am stating a fact
i am not going to blame my parents
i am going to blame myself
i got myself into this mess
and i can get myself out of it
(hmmm....i dunno why i've been so inspired (?) lately...this one, i
just starting stringing together random thoughts i was having...)
natalie
From hawke@yabbs Wed Jun 29 02:31:47 1994
From: hawke@yabbs
To: Badger01@yabbs
Subject: re: stories
Date: Wed Jun 29 02:31:47 1994
interesting , i would like to see where it goes .
I remain your obediant servant
Hawke
From Artemis@yabbs Wed Jun 29 02:33:30 1994
From: Artemis@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: <no title>
Date: Wed Jun 29 02:33:30 1994
Hi...I'm new here and a bit nervous about leaving things I've written. If
you have any comments please be kind. *smile*
The music pounding in her brain, thoughts bubbling to the surface.
She closes her eyes and drifts away.
Take another pill, make it all go away.
It's not real anyway.
Dancing in the rain, the dark closing in around her.
She runs and runs and in her mind she escapes to some solitary
Chamber.
-Artemis
6/25/94
From hawke@yabbs Wed Jun 29 02:36:35 1994
From: hawke@yabbs
To: Egwene@yabbs
Subject: re: WAR!
Date: Wed Jun 29 02:36:35 1994
Damn!!! that was intense do you have more like it?
Your obediant servant
Hawke
From Artemis@yabbs Wed Jun 29 02:37:42 1994
From: Artemis@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: <no title>
Date: Wed Jun 29 02:37:42 1994
Here goes another one:
It's a place of evil.
They keep telling me not to go there, but I must.
It's the only place where I am comforted.
The memories I experience are much more evil then anything there.
Memories of pain and despair, of awful words spoken and even worse things
Done.
I lean my head back, close my eyes an let the tears flow so endlessly.
And all the while one word runs through my mind.
Why?
From hawke@yabbs Wed Jun 29 02:38:21 1994
From: hawke@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: another one
Date: Wed Jun 29 02:38:21 1994
Thanks nat.
Hawke
From "."@yabbs Wed Jun 29 02:47:23 1994
From: "."@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: no title
Date: Wed Jun 29 02:47:23 1994
Where has the happiness gone
The carefree and joyfull days of youth
They are gone, far back in the past
Only painfull memmories of what once was
Could they be recovered
Could in a new relationship they be found
Onhly time can tell
But as of yet the emptiness and pain remain
Tattered hopes of long ago
When life was carefree and joyfull
From jujubee@yabbs Wed Jun 29 16:08:28 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Artemis@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Wed Jun 29 16:08:28 1994
Welcome, newbie! :)
Hey! that's MY kind of poetry...nice and dark...
Come chat w/us sometime on yabbs!
*j*u*j*u*b*e*e*
From batt@yabbs Wed Jun 29 16:54:14 1994
From: batt@yabbs
To: Artemis@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Wed Jun 29 16:54:14 1994
Damn...I thought I was the only one here with a twisted memory. Keep
posting! I can visualize what you wrote. Thanks!
Batt
From Artemis@yabbs Wed Jun 29 21:03:29 1994
From: Artemis@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: another one..
Date: Wed Jun 29 21:03:29 1994
Since it seems you two who did comment on my poems really seem to like
them I have one or two more. Thanks for being so nice to me. I look
forward to seing you on yabbs sometime jujubee.
Here goes one more:
Thoughts come flying at her a million miles a minute.
She realizes that she has lost herself in the blackness of the pit.
The voices, the hands grabbing at her in her never ending nightmare.
It's all the same and every day she lives another piece of her dies.
She knows the reason for the pain.
She knows too much, if only the opportunity to sink into oblivion arose.1
She could disappear, she could escape.
From Covenant@yabbs Wed Jun 29 23:01:09 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: apologies
Date: Wed Jun 29 23:01:09 1994
hmmmm, it seems that i jump on here when ever my blood alcohol level
is sufficient. If this causes a problem please let me know. I really
enjoy everyone elses stuff on here and hope to see more.
May the fruit of your loins be fruitful in the belly of your woman,
Covenant
From Covenant@yabbs Wed Jun 29 23:21:56 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: once again i babble
Date: Wed Jun 29 23:21:56 1994
Finale
Its staring at you as usual.
Lying there, licking, stretching, staring.
Just like it should. Nothing out of the ordinary.
How many times have you locked it out?
How many times has it come back to your sleeping body,
perched on your chest, mocking you?
Why not kill it? You can't. You can't do anything.
It's not affected by anything you do.
You're affected just by its prescence.
It's taunting you. Daring you to try.
Why not. It's the only thing it understands.
Pain, fear, anguish. Just minor interests.
Does it care really?
Do you even anymore?
It's scarred like you.
Beaten, kicked, abused, forgotten.
Nothing remains but bland disinterest.
Eyes like that should show some recognition.
These are the eyes of a demon.
No fire and brimstone.
No icy stare and hypnotic gaze.
Just a look. Nothing more. No emotion.
You might as well be on some petri dish in a laboratory.
At least there you'd have a purpose. Some direction.
It hears the click. There! The bastard finally reacts.
Not much, but it reacted. It's watching you closer now.
Waiting.
Watching.
Staring.
Daring.
Raving.
You brought it in.
You called it. It heard your cry.
Time to settle your obligations.
Time to set things right.
You created it. Your despair conjured it up.
You're the mouse in its eyes.
Those wicked slits are gazing even more intently now.
It's free if you try for it. But you know better.
Your the one who called it. Not outloud, but nevertheless, it was you.
Skin that cat. Take the goddamned bastard to hell with you.
For once, and for last, you've taken charge.
From Covenant@yabbs Thu Jun 30 02:56:11 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: and again
Date: Thu Jun 30 02:56:11 1994
She sees me.
I thought I was hidden, but she can see me.
Maybe I'm just flattering myself.
Maybe I'm just afraid to admit that I'm normal.
To think that I don't shine-out and blind everyone scares the hell out of me.
When I was a child, I thought I was the only real one.
The world was mine. Just a figment of my imagination.
Everyone at my beckoning. Everyone to please me.
Everyone grows old. Even me though it's hard to face.
The fire doesn't necessarily die, but it sinks low.
Even one year changes a man tenfold.
Even one love changes a man forever.
Most of the time you can ignore change.
Shells and walls are easy to build.
Once they're up, you gain a certain familiarity.
Familiar ground is comfortable, safe.
It's an overused phrase, but a truth nonetheless.
Sometimes you wake up and look back at what's lost.
There are people I've loved and never said more that 2 sentences to.
But I'll babble with a complete stranger in a bar for hours.
Good friends and family are nice to have.
They think I've taken them for granted.
I haven't. That's one thing I'll never do, even if they don't know it.
You know what kind of person you are. Passionate, alive, curious.
Look at yourself through the eyes of those who know you.
I have. I don't recognize myself. Not a pitiful sight, just unexpected.
They've always joked that I'd be the only one happy on a deserted island.
They're probably right, but that doesn't mean I prefer it.
Some things are just too comfortable.
Too safe.
From robtelee@yabbs Thu Jun 30 06:11:29 1994
From: robtelee@yabbs
To: Covenant@yabbs
Subject: re: and again
Date: Thu Jun 30 06:11:29 1994
Too true, too true....
From sienna@yabbs Thu Jun 30 18:18:23 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: covenant@yabbs
Subject: re: and again
Date: Thu Jun 30 18:18:23 1994
Wow....for a fello Cincinnatian I am truly impressed....excellent imagery!
Keep it up!
Dee
aka Sienna
From Covenant@yabbs Tue Sep 22 02:28:32 1903
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: <no title>
Date: Tue Sep 22 02:28:32 1903
There's a storm coming. I can smell it.
Is it ozone or something else that makes the hair
on the back of my neck rise up?
I know the fact behind alot of things,
but that doesn't slow my pulse.
Does the wolf know of science and technology?
There's still alot of him in all of us.
Cover it up, be civil. Ignore the boiling blood.
And we wonder why men can't coexist anymore.
You can't look at someone for 5 seconds without drawing hostility.
I'm gonna run. I'm gonna be free no matter what the cost.
Should we reject what we've learned? No.
Should we forget what we already knew? No.
Even the Lamb knows when to let go.
Have the meek inherited anything yet?
The hunt's going on as we speak,
only the pack has turned against itself.
Don't deny what's inside.
Even the predator respects his clan.
The kill is to survive, not for a whim.
The kill is a sacrament, not a vengeance.
Man is a god, but he's got deep roots.
Even a god is bound. He's tied down by his creations.
Choose, don't hide.
From Covenant@yabbs Tue Sep 22 03:09:32 1903
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: sorry: beer
Date: Tue Sep 22 03:09:32 1903
She's standing.
Her legs are strong.
How can one be happy without self-respect?
She knows that it's impossible.
Shes knows a lot actually.
"Bring me a man", she says.
"Make sure that he's hungry."
"Be sure he's strong."
There's no pity in her eyes.
She expects nothing less than herself.
She's reminded of a wise philosopher's creedo:
Before you can say the words 'I love you'
you must first be able to say the word 'I'.
The word is not uncommon to her.
It flows off of her tongue easily.
No standards are too high in her world.
No one doubts her judgement.
Heroe worship, admiration, respect.
These she has. These she expects.
It's a peer she seeks, not a fixation.
She waits.
From Covenant@yabbs Tue Sep 22 03:29:10 1903
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: somebody shut this guy up!
Date: Tue Sep 22 03:29:10 1903
Don't look hurt like that.
It tears my soul apart.
If I could, I'd sweep all of the pain away.
I'd gladly take it upon myself.
One second of your joy is worth a lifetime of pain to me.
I've dreamed about it.
I wish for it.
Some don't understand my motives.
I am selfish. I've never said otherwise.
I live for my own pleasure exclusively.
How can I be more happy if you feel no pain?
I can't.
I'll take your pain gladly and without resistance.
You are the reason I exist.
I see myself all throughout you.
Must I hate if I love?
Dark has no meaning without light.
Full has no meaning without empty.
Would you know the meaning of death with only life surrounding you?
That I cannnot answer, though I strive for the answer.
Yet it's there, behind a veil of love and joy.
I hate.
I hate the fact that I can be powerless at times.
I hate the fact that I can't show you how I feel.
I hate building my life around you.
I hate you for what I've done to myself.
So why am I so happy?
From Covenant@yabbs Tue Sep 22 05:12:07 1903
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: insomnia
Date: Tue Sep 22 05:12:07 1903
hmmmm, i just couldn't seem to sleep tonight.
I just typed 178 lines of the greatest story I had ever heard and while
I was re-reading it YABBS kicked me off! too much inactive time!
oh well, if you ever read ShadowLand by Peter Straub, it was the
story of the sparrows chosing between their song or their wings.
heheee, that's what I get for plagiarizing :)
damn, between beer and insomnia, i'm wasting alot of computer memory!
sorry about the ramblings, i'm not really a literary genious, but I never
said I was!
take care,
Covenant, who is wondering why he can never get to sleep and who will choose
to keep his song when the time comes. :)
From Badger01@yabbs Fri Jul 1 09:18:55 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: Covenant@yabbs
Subject: re: once again i babble
Date: Fri Jul 1 09:18:55 1994
Not bad 'atall, Cov, has a good baseline image sequence.
(God, I sound so lame.)
I did really like the way you shaped it, though.
Badger01
From dmonger@yabbs Fri Jul 1 10:48:38 1994
From: dmonger@yabbs
To: Badger01@yabbs
Subject: re: once again i babble
Date: Fri Jul 1 10:48:38 1994
i'm amazed bny the amount of poetry that sounds better when spoken with a
southern accent ... maybe the south is good for something
:)
-peter
From anonimus@yabbs Fri Jul 1 12:38:52 1994
From: anonimus@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: blaH
Date: Fri Jul 1 12:38:52 1994
She seemed so alive.
When I walked through the door
she wasn't breathing.
I tried to forget that
she didn't come around
as much as she used to.
But how can I judge
as much as she used to?
She didn't come around.
I tried to forget that
she wasn't breathing.
When I walked through the door
she seemed so alive.
From Covenant@yabbs Fri Jul 1 12:58:37 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: anonimus@yabbs
Subject: re: blaH
Date: Fri Jul 1 12:58:37 1994
cool! short and sweet. IIIIIIIIII like it!
From batt@yabbs Fri Jul 1 15:01:15 1994
From: batt@yabbs
To: Covenant@yabbs
Subject: re: somebody shut this guy up!
Date: Fri Jul 1 15:01:15 1994
somebody better not shut you upn...I save and re-read your posts and I'd
lose something to do out here in the middle of nowhere...please keep
going!
batt
From Bauhaus@yabbs Fri Jul 1 17:51:48 1994
From: Bauhaus@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: all
Date: Fri Jul 1 17:51:48 1994
The Gothic Queen
By: D.W. Dimok, King Jubal Dimok, Wintermoon Riverwind.
"Give me instead of beauty's bust,
A tender heart, a loyal mind,
Which with temptation I would trust,
Yet never linked with error find-"
-George Darly
With a touch of your delicate fingers,
Grasp hold of my lonely hands,
follow me into the void of life,
there, were the grass is made of crystal,
and the dew a haze of my blood,
a cloud kingdom in the sky,
rose quartz pillars overlook,
pools made of glowing violet water,
through the spinning nebula of colors.
I cry out for you in vain,
wisdom is my prisoner here,
the past the manacles on my feet,
a glowing orb at the heart of the kingdom,
touch it and you will know love,
my emotions underneath the surface,
and you, the only one worthy of this gift,
on my knees heaving in the castle tower,
all the ancients have taken their toll,
drew blood from my veins & filled the pools.
I'm so alone here, but you can't see,
the darkness is chaotic, incessant,
empathize this sphere of malice,
my life is as cold as the hard marble floor,
my soul as hollow as the inside of the crypt,
wishing the impossible: for you to know,
many words pass through my head,
emotions rise like tidal waves,
and abruptly shift, berating the sand.
looking up into the gray sky,
a rain appears, remembering your tears,
I cried with you that night,
ripples breaking the walls of my kingdom,
familiar emotion flooding it's lands,
hiding in the shadows was love,
leaping out, backstabbing me,
I was helpless, hands locked together with throns,
there sat a silk scarf which mended in it,
where the immortal words glowing bright:
Queen Wendiduerr Dimok.
my gaze turned into the demons eyes,
and my tears washed away any hope,
reality held out a sword of which I yeild,
blood gushing, forming a perfect sphere,
in the center of my estranged tower,
as I fall onto the marble surface, I cry out:
I miss ye Wendiduerr, Gothic Queen, of
whom I love, brought forth from the stars,
risen from the ashes of the phoenix,
molded in false beauty, broken by the
wrath of humanity, it matters no more,
merely my sacred oath: I love you Wendi.
From pbj@yabbs Fri Jul 1 17:56:56 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: the deed
Date: Fri Jul 1 17:56:56 1994
teh deed is done
the dice are thrown
no turning back
i wonder what it will be like
i wonder how to sleep
the deed is done
the dice are thrown
no turning back
a new palce
a new face
i wonder what to sya
the deed is done
the dice are thrown
no turning back
thought keep coming about htis choice
is it valid?
is it safe?
the deed is done the dice are thrown no turning back
how was that fro impromtu?
sorry about all the spelling mistakes..
i'll see you guys after i move
oh by the way.....
-mirrors-
(c) 1994 aweburning
peace out...
colleen marie
From Covenant@yabbs Sat Jul 2 03:27:30 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: part one of pity
Date: Sat Jul 2 03:27:30 1994
I'd just got back from riding my bike along the fence line and was
playing pool with Dad and Dave in the basement. Dave had went half and half
with my Dad on the junkyard on the plot of land across the road.
Mom walked in crying. "Bill, Fireboss is down by the little creek
behind the barn, I don't think he can get up."
Shit..... we all know what that probably meant. The horse was around
15 years old and sure wasn't going to see many more.
"He's just lying there! I don't think he recognizes me!"
We walked over to the creek. I thought that is was nothing serious
until I remembered how steep the banks were along the creek. I'd seen him
grow old and scrawny but I didn't think anything serious could have happened.
I'd seen stuff like this before, and stuff always seemed to work out.
I could see right away that I was wrong. I'd forgot how steep that
the banks could get. Here he was in a valley between two hills about 30
feet steep. I had trouble getting down that at my age, let alone as an old
man.
Mud. Basically, that's all I remember. An old horse, a creek, and
some mud.
From Covenant@yabbs Sat Jul 2 03:42:59 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: part two of pity
Date: Sat Jul 2 03:42:59 1994
Immedialtely, we knew what had to be done. He was old. He'd given
up on life as nature demanded. I walked back to the house.
It was lying there above the fireplace. It looked cold. An old
companion of rabbit hunting, I grabbed it. A box of slugs, not buckshot,
came with me also. I'll not lie. I was crying.
I made it down the bank and handed the shotgun to my Dad. I never
want to see that look on his face again. He couldn't swat a fly without
thinking about it. This was too real.
Fireboss was lying in agony. I wish I could say otherwise, but that's
the only word that can describe his pain. He was dying and he knew it. I
know it sounds stupid, but there was a sense of finality in his pain. The
end was near even without us.
"I'll do it," Dave said. "It's easier if you're not attached."
His words made sense, but I could see that he didn't believe one
word of it. Dave was not a saint, but we'll never forget the thing that he
did for us that day. I've seen him take a job while collecting welfare, and
his son and I weren't unfamiliar with the 'five-fingered-discount", but I'll
never say anything against him. He walked up to the beast that we loved.
From Covenant@yabbs Sat Jul 2 03:51:02 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: part three of pity
Date: Sat Jul 2 03:51:02 1994
My Mom cried and brushed some mud from his forehead and said her
goodbyes. I stood there, strong, like a man should be, though I was about
to lose a friend.
It took two tries. I heard my Mom cry out once she knew that the
first shot hadn't done the job. Dave had the second shot ready in an instant,
thank god. It was over. The friend I'd grown up with was gone.
I watched. I like to think now that it was a last gesture. I said
goodbye to a friend. But I was an adolescent, and I know now that is was
morbid curiosity that made me watch. We'd butchered chickens and sent
steers to the slaughter, but this was different. Much different.
From robtelee@yabbs Sat Jul 2 03:54:06 1994
From: robtelee@yabbs
To: dmonger@yabbs
Subject: re: Sothern Poetry
Date: Sat Jul 2 03:54:06 1994
Try listening to some old Sothern Rock-n-Roll sometimes...You might learn
something.......
From Covenant@yabbs Sat Jul 2 04:00:19 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: part four pity
Date: Sat Jul 2 04:00:19 1994
I've caught hell from many people for what we did next, but it was
all that we could do. I swear this to you: It was all that could be done.
It's a valley between those banks. Even a bulldozer couldn't get
down in there and he was lying next to the creek that supplied all of our
animals with fresh water. I rolled the junk tires down the hill while my
Mom and Dad cut up the two elms that had been lying there for the last
month or so.
After 6 hours and 3 different fires, we took what was left and
put it into garbage bags. I'll never forget that smell. Maybe it would
have been better if you couldn't see it from the road. I started to thank
god that my sister wouldn't be back until tommorow.
From Covenant@yabbs Sat Jul 2 04:10:38 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: part last
Date: Sat Jul 2 04:10:38 1994
He died alone. I don't care what anyone says. We were there, his
loved ones, but he died alone.
That's no way to die: covered in mud, helpless, and in pain.
I realized this as I carried my grandfather's coffin 5 years later.
He refused all treatments towards the end. I thought he was crazy. Now I
wonder if he was. He held my little cousin in his arms and smiled. Perhaps
I know now why. I didn't cry at his funeral. I smiled. He died with pain
and that hurts me to no end. But at least he knew I loved him. I hope.
I did and I almost told him. 'Course he was just like me. Hopefully he
can see in him what I saw. An old friend that I took for granted who left
me and took alot. I don't forget. Even though his face fades everyday.
From Covenant@yabbs Sat Jul 2 04:22:51 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: part five last
Date: Sat Jul 2 04:22:51 1994
He died in mud, in pain, and with no hope. I'll never forgive him
for that. At least make it easy on me. Hell, you're gone! You loved me!
Don't you love me!?!??!
I felt the same feelings as I carried my grandfather's coffin.
He refused all treatment towards the end. I thought that he was crazy.
I wonder now if he was.
The sons-of-bitches. I'd told them at the end. I love them.
What do I get? Nothing! Just a last smile, a promise of reunion.
If I catch the son-of-a-bitch that did this I'll tear his heart out.
Why not, he did the same to me. They sew your mouth shut. Did you know that?
sorry if I'm bringing you all down, I'm in a bad mood tonight
take care and don't despair,
Covenant
From Covenant@yabbs Sat Jul 2 06:06:20 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Cocky
Date: Sat Jul 2 06:06:20 1994
You know, I'm standing here and I'm minding my own damn business.
They're staring at me. They're wondering.
I'm no stud. I'm no greek god. Tell them that.
Tell them I could give a shit what they think.
Give a woman a couple of beers and they'll jump at anything.
That's a couple more than a man needs.
"Hey, I'm Lisa! What's your name?".
Fuck you, did I ask you to come over?
"Treat her with respect" I was told.
I know it's the proper thing.
Treat her like shit.
I know it's the thing that works.
You know, I'm not going to lie.
I'm a man. I have to follow the scent.
But I'll be damned if I bag you just to show my friends.
I know women that make you look like a child.
Hell, you are a child! What are you doing in this bar?
"Gee, I think I'm a little drunk."
Like I asked.
Like I'm looking for that right girl with my friends in a bar.
"I'm drunk." yep, that's how I always pictured my love.
"ummmm.. do you go to school here?"
Ok. Time out. I'm getting way too old for this!
Listen, if you want something come out and tell me.
If not, get away from me.
You sure as hell didn't come over for the conversation.
Hehee, I'm bitching up a storm.
I'm no stud boy but I ain't no Quasimoto.
Yet I sit there trying to enjoy myself and they come up.
'Course I wonder why I came here in the first place :)
Time to shut the valves. Let 'em come. I'm ready.
From Covenant@yabbs Sat Jul 2 06:24:52 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: impromptu????
Date: Sat Jul 2 06:24:52 1994
I guess I should start by saying that I'll be gone for about two
months. Perhaps that's why I jump on here in a drunken stupor.
I feel kind of bad posting this stuff off the top of my head when
I really don't know what I'm doing. There's obviously a lot of people on
here that spend some serious time composing and I don't mean to take away
from the atmosphere that they put forth. 'Course, I probably won't stop
until someone slaps me upside the head. :)
Basically, I guess I'm just asking you to bear with me for awhile. :)
I guess you'll just have to put up with me until July 9. :)
after that, I'm sure you'll see me around September 4 with new things to
bitch about.
P.S. Nat, you gotta be just about the coolest person I've met on YABBS.
You should post more in here. What I've seen I like alot.
I don't know art, but I know what I like! :)
Covenant, babbling once again
From DARKONE@yabbs Sat Jul 2 09:45:52 1994
From: DARKONE@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: alone in teh dark
Date: Sat Jul 2 09:45:52 1994
alone in the dark
i lie on my bed
eyes wide open
my heart racing as thoughts of my shadowed past
race through my head,
and eat away at my soul
like some caustic fluid
alone in the dark
is where i try to find my solitude
hoping one day to find peace
knowing i never will
From Natalie@yabbs Sat Jul 2 10:06:41 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Covenant@yabbs
Subject: re: impromptu????
Date: Sat Jul 2 10:06:41 1994
cove...i post what i got...i'm not a very prolific writer...and yer pretty
cool too...
natalie
From pbj@yabbs Sat Jul 2 10:56:05 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: one last ditch
Date: Sat Jul 2 10:56:05 1994
i wrote this fairly recently and i hope somebody gets something out of it
The chill of morning air
Surrounds me.
My sleepless eyes,
smile down on
you.
I light my cigarette,
and pause to smoke.
To bring in the sweetness.
You pull me gently closer,
as I turn
and tell you how
I love youy.
Two lips touching.
Life blood exchanged.
Your mouth tastes
sweetly of wine and
sweat.
I curl up next to you
Warmth and skin,
between us,
shared.
I sleep for hours
pulled to your chest
and wake with sunlight
on my face
As I turn to see
your sleeping form
I smile at my
own joke
and ponder
how to wake
you.
- mirrors
_ (c) 1994 aweburning
From Dee@yabbs Sat Jul 2 13:17:24 1994
From: Dee@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: nuthin
Date: Sat Jul 2 13:17:24 1994
I must say that all of the work I have seen on here has left me quite
speechless.
Dee
From Covenant@yabbs Sat Jul 2 15:01:43 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: one last ditch
Date: Sat Jul 2 15:01:43 1994
Thanks for brightening my day pbj!
gratefully,
Covenant
From Covenant@yabbs Sat Jul 2 18:43:56 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: gone
Date: Sat Jul 2 18:43:56 1994
She's gone.
I walked away, but she left.
What was I supposed to do?
I know one thing, It wasn't that.
I'm pretty sure I scared her away.
I let too much out of the bag.
How was she supposed to react?
I came right out of the blue.
She never saw it coming.
It always worked in the movies.
I think I almost made it work.
The mystery kept her interested at first.
How do you tell someone who hardly knows you that they're the reason for
everything you do?
I can tell you a few ways *not* to do it.
Actually, I could tell you volumes.
Why is it that the only thing I ever tried for in my life is denied me?
School, jobs, friends. I never had to try.
I just wait and things always go my way.
Hell, maybe I shouldn't have tried with her.
I just couldn't take that chance.
I carry her engagement and wedding anouncements in my wallet.
I felt like an idiot clipping them out of the paper.
I am an idiot. It was 6 months after I had last talked to her.
I think of her everyday.
It sounds like a cheesey romance novel, but I think of her everyday.
I'm safe now though.
I got ironclad excuses not to get involved.
Nine years can provide alot of excuses.
I got plenty. Trust me, I use them all of the time.
It's not all that bad.
You can turn alot of things off and on in your heart.
It gets easy with practice.
I used to get heartaches. I'd never known that they actually ached.
Now, sometimes, I don't feel anything. Not all of the time, but sometimes.
There's no ache. Just a feelingless empty. Something's withered.
The body works the same way as the mind.
You can turn it off and on too.
Sure I miss it sometimes. Actually, I miss the idea of what it must be like.
I guess I shouldn't complain. Everything else is fine.
I still feel short-changed at times though.
At least I can still feel something.
Getting just a little too self-important..... fuck it.
From pnovak@yabbs Sat Jul 2 19:39:54 1994
From: pnovak@yabbs
To: Covenant@yabbs
Subject: earlier posts
Date: Sat Jul 2 19:39:54 1994
hey, pno captfiles po/lit stuff to read later, but
he is going to print the biz about dying you wrote a few
#s back.
ok...
From paradox@yabbs Sat Jul 2 21:28:29 1994
From: paradox@yabbs
To: Covenant@yabbs
Subject: re: gone
Date: Sat Jul 2 21:28:29 1994
Wow. I really like that one. I must say, most of the time I just read what
all of you guys write on here and absorb it... but this one I had to
comment on. I like it a lot... Lots of emotion in it... I like it.
-'Dox
From anonimus@yabbs Sat Jul 2 22:53:09 1994
From: anonimus@yabbs
To: nobody@yabbs
Subject: re: That Sinking Feeling
Date: Sat Jul 2 22:53:09 1994
It's hard to go through life
When your eyes have tasted a paring knife.
Sometimes it's hard to see
The distance that seperates you and me
is more than an inch
Of bright steel. And I know it has to clinch
Your mind in the vise
That was my life. You filled me up with lies
So much that I'm fat.
But the river from my wrist might solve that.
From Covenant@yabbs Sat Jul 2 23:52:28 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: to come :)
Date: Sat Jul 2 23:52:28 1994
I'm feeling sick and I'm bored. So to everyone's joy, I'm gonna
post some Neil Young. :) yeah!!!!
Feel free to applaud!
Covenant
From Covenant@yabbs Sun Jul 3 00:06:23 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Crime in the City
Date: Sun Jul 3 00:06:23 1994
Well the cop made the showdown
He was sure he was right.
He had all of the lowdown
From the bank heist last night.
His best friend was a robber
And his wife was a thief.
All the children were killers
They couldn't get no relief.
The bungalow was surrounded
When a voice loud and clear
Said "Come on out with your hands up
Or we'll blow you out of here"
There was a face in the window
The T.V. cameras rolled.
Then they cut to the announcer
And the story was told.
The artist looked a the producer
The producer sat back.
He said "What we have got here
Is a perfect track.
But we don't have a vocal
And we don't have a song
If we could get these things accomplished
Nothing else could go wrong."
So he balanced the ashtray
As he picked up the phone
And said "Send me a songwriter
Who's drifted far from home.
And make sure that he's hunger
Make sure he's alone.
Send me a cheeseburger
and a new 'Rolling Stone'."
Yeah
"There's still crime in the city"
Said the cop on the beat.
"I don't know if I can stop it
I feel like meat on the street.
They paint my car like a target.
I take my orders from fools.
Meanwhile some kid blow's my head off
Well I play by their rules.
Thet's why I'm doing it my way.
I took the law in my hands.
So here I am in the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants.
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up to me.
There's still crime in the city.
But it's good to be free."
Yeah
Now I come from a family
That has a broken home.
Sometimes I talk to Daddy
On the telephone.
When he says that he loves me
I know that he does.
But I wish I could see him
I wish I knew where he was.
But that's the way all my friends are
Except maybe one or two.
Wish I could see him this weekend.
Wish I could walk in his shoes.
But now I'm doing my own thing
Sometimes I'm good, then I'm bad
Although my home has been broken
It's the best home I ever had.
Yeah
Well I keep getting younger
My life's been funny that way.
Before I ever learned to talk
I forgot what to say.
I sassed back to my Mom.
I sassed back to my teacher.
I got thrown out of bible school
For sassing back at the preacher.
Then I grew up to be a fireman.
Put out every fire in town.
Put out anything smoking.
But when I put the hose down
The judge sent me to prison.
He gave me life without parole
Wish I never put the hose down.
Wish I never got old.
From Covenant@yabbs Sun Jul 3 00:09:14 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Soldier
Date: Sun Jul 3 00:09:14 1994
Soldier your eyes, shine like the sun.
I wonder why.
Soldier your eyes shine, like the sun.
I wonder why.
Jesus I saw you, walking on the river.
I don't believe you.
You can't deliver, right away.
I wonder why.
Jesus your eyes shine, like the sun.
I wonder why.
---- Soldier
by Neil Young
From Natalie@yabbs Sun Jul 3 00:33:57 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: impromptu
Date: Sun Jul 3 00:33:57 1994
well, everyone else is getting on this impromptu thing so i guess i'll hop
on the bandwagon...here goes nothing...
sing it for the dead man
listen to the tune
echoing
in the small white chamber
of my mind
feel it in my veins
a drug i cannot shake
the dead man knows these things
he whispers to me at night
when i sleep
when i dream
when i'm not listening
when i want him to shut up
he tells me to sing it
his cold bony fingers caress me
and touch me
and make me feel so good
and then when i think he is
finished with me
he reaches into my chest
tears out my heart
and eats it
hmmm...i have no idea where that came from. but enjoy it anyhoo...
natalie
From pixy@yabbs Sun Jul 3 00:42:52 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: <no title>
Date: Sun Jul 3 00:42:52 1994
writing is the biggest creative rush i've ever felt!!!
pixy
From Natalie@yabbs Sun Jul 3 00:49:56 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: pixy@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Sun Jul 3 00:49:56 1994
moi aussi...
natalie
From pixy@yabbs Sun Jul 3 00:55:53 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: pixy@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Sun Jul 3 00:55:53 1994
Here's some new shit from the pixy--AW YEA!!!
There is no facing fate
A deadbeet I am--REPENT!
Oh god do i wish I could,
And not know of things
As terrifying as eternity.
I was 8 when i saw hell come
By the pool deep as a deadblue sky.
Forever shouldn't worry kids.
Why did He want to beat up a kid?
But, yes, he surely did.
And now..now what is there,
But to suspend my mind, to
Forget fate? desensitize
And then, yes then, maybe
I can take back my God.
I want to be unaware
I want to be normal
I want to be normal
I want to be normal
I want to be normal.....
Okay, now i'm expecting much and much critical criticisms. Dee, I think
you owe me one.
the pixymonstermanmachine
From Covenant@yabbs Sun Jul 3 01:14:12 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Hymn
Date: Sun Jul 3 01:14:12 1994
O God of Earth and Altar,
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
But take away our pride."
G. K. Chesterton: English Hymnal
From Covenant@yabbs Sun Jul 3 01:26:09 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Hello in There
Date: Sun Jul 3 01:26:09 1994
We had an apartment in the city
And me and Loretta liked living there
I'd bee years since the kids had grown
A life of their own
And left us alone
John and Linda live in Omaha
And Joe is somewhere on the road
We lost Davy in the Korean War
I still don't know what for
Don't matter anymore
You know, that old trees just grow stronger
And old rivers grow wilder everyday
Old people just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say
Hello in there
Hello
Me and Loretta, we don't talk much more
She sits and stares thru the back door screen
And all the news just repeats itself
Like some forgotten dream
That we've both seen
Someday I'll go and call up Rudy
We worked together at the factory
But what could I say when he asks "What's new?"?
Nothing, what's with you?
Nothing much to do
You know, that old trees just grow stronger
And old rivers grow wilder everyday
Old people just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say
Hello in there
Hello
So if you're walking down the street sometime
And spot some hollow ancient eyes
Please don't just pass them by and stare
As if you didn't care
Say hello in there
Hello
Hello In There --- by John Prine
it just seems that robtelee and I have an age fixation lately :)
thought this was appropriate.
From Covenant@yabbs Sun Jul 3 01:36:06 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Six O'Clock News
Date: Sun Jul 3 01:36:06 1994
Wanda had a baby in 1951
The father was a stranger
And a stranger was the son
Call that child James Lewis
Call these rooms a home
Changing all those diapers
Polish all that chrome
C'mon baby, spend the night with me
All around the schoolyard
Playing all the games
Running, laughing back and forth
The kid with two first names
Stranger in the closet
Lock the diary
The past is running faster
Singing harmony
C'mon baby, spend the night with me
"God bless this kitchen"
Said the knick knack shelf
"Dinner's almost ready
Go and wash yourself"
Jimmy's growing up now
And Wanda's growing old
Time is growing shorter
The nights are long and cold
C'mon baby spend the night with me
Sneaking in the closet
And thru the diary
Now, don't you know all he saw
Was all there was to see
The whole town saw Jimmy
On the six o'clock news
His brains were on the sidewalk
And blood was on his shoes
C'mon baby, spend the night with me.
Six O'clock News --- John Prine
guess i just got carried away with John Prine
From Covenant@yabbs Sun Jul 3 01:45:06 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Pretty Good
Date: Sun Jul 3 01:45:06 1994
figured i'd better end my song quoting on a lighter note :)
I got a friend in Fremont
And he sells used cars, you know
When he calls me up
Twice a year
Just to ask me how'd it go
Pretty good
Not bad
I can't complain
But actually everything is
just about the same
I met a girl from Venus
And her insides were made of gold
Well, she did what she did
And said "How was it kid?"
And she was politely told
Pretty good
Not bad
I can't complain
But actually, everything is
just about the same
Moonlight makes me dizzy
Sunlight makes me clean
Your light is the sweetest thing
That this boy's ever seen
Molly went to Arkansas
And got raped by Dobbin's dog
Well she was doing good
Till she went in the woods
And got pinned up against a log
Pretty good
Not bad
She can't complain
'Cause actually all them dogs are
just about the same
Moonlight makes me dizzy
Sunlight makes me clean
Your light is the sweetest thing
That this boy's ever seen
I heard Allah and Buddah
Were singing at the Savior's feast
And up in the sky
An Arabian rabbi
Fed Quaker Oats to a priest
Pretty good
Not bad
They can't complain
'Cause actually, all them Gods are
just about the same
Pretty Good -- John Prine
From Dee@yabbs Sun Jul 3 05:01:06 1994
From: Dee@yabbs
To: pixy@yabbs
Subject: Your last post
Date: Sun Jul 3 05:01:06 1994
Pixy:
I liked this poem...the visual images were good.....although I am not
quite sure what you meant in it...perhaps this was your intention? I could
see it being a story told from your perspective...it almost seemed like
you were describing a near drowning experience, either of yourself or
someone you knew....was the poem in fact in your voice? And what of the
stress on "dead", either in sense or word? (Ex. Deadbeet (sp?), deadblue).
Also, what was the significance in the repetion of the line "I want to be
normal?"
All in all a nice poem, one that made me think about innocence and how
much for granted some people take childhood innocence...sometimes the echo
of children's laughter is enough to remind me of just how much I have
lost.
Thanks for the poem.....
Dee
From topi@yabbs Sun Jul 3 08:34:21 1994
From: topi@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: one last ditch
Date: Sun Jul 3 08:34:21 1994
Hmm.. smoking the cigarette is really grose... makes ya wanna puke, and
especially how it is mixed in with the rest of it -which is pretty much a
love poem. I dunno what the joke is.... should I be intrigued? :)
-Cath.
From topi@yabbs Sun Jul 3 08:36:01 1994
From: topi@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: one last ditch
Date: Sun Jul 3 08:36:01 1994
Hmm.. maybe I should read more then once before I reply.. I do like the
end. :)
From topi@yabbs Sun Jul 3 08:41:14 1994
From: topi@yabbs
To: anonimus@yabbs
Subject: re: That Sinking Feeling
Date: Sun Jul 3 08:41:14 1994
arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... yuck.. thats evil....
It sorta makes my skin crawl.. when i read that last line.
You should never let anyone,especially yourself, make you feel that way.
and whats it gonna solve? (sorry.. had to put the counselling bit in...)
From batt@yabbs Sun Jul 3 11:37:19 1994
From: batt@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: awake?
Date: Sun Jul 3 11:37:19 1994
First let me tell you that I love reading everybody's work on this board.
I've always had a lot of trouble showing off what I write, and seeing
everybody else posting helps with the encouragement. This one came
somewhere out of the middle of 4 hours sleep in three days...slap me if it
ain't that good...
Vision on hand of a mind done cracking
Wish for a washed-out bloodshot moon
Visible traces of my drug inflection
Cleaned ironed faces swim in my gloom
Sidistic paintings torn and shifted
Mine all left and walked away
And still you tell me I'm worth living
Turn off the lights, I'll fade away
"It's okay" she screamed
"Everything is dreamed"
I just want to wake up for good
Read my lines and said they touched you
Read my mind and ran away
Take your time to burn what I'm thinking
Ignore the stupid things I say
I run down the opposite highway
I step under oppressive souls
I stay calm with my neck on fire
I stay hidden, and drowned in my hole
"It's okay" she screamed
"Everything is dreamed"
I just want to wake up for good
Twist the crawling darkened sphere
Twist the crawling homegrown fear
Turn the craving in your ear
Drown you mind in rancid beer
"It's okay" she screamed
"Everything is dreamed"
I just want to wake up for good
July 1994
C. J. Casey
From batt@yabbs Sun Jul 3 11:39:00 1994
From: batt@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: posts...
Date: Sun Jul 3 11:39:00 1994
and to everyone who's been posting much better work than mine...thanx...!
Please keep going...the very least is inspiring, and the very best leaves
me awestruck. As long as it comes from the general vicinity of teh soul,
I want to see it...
thanx again...
batt
From Death@yabbs Sun Jul 3 12:56:59 1994
From: Death@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: yabbsfest
Date: Sun Jul 3 12:56:59 1994
Everybody (or almost everybody) here on yabbs wonders what everyone else
is like in "real" life... To this end, I'm announcing that a bunch of us
have gotten together to organize a party!!! We've decided that at some
as yet undetermined point in time, anybody from Yabbs that wants to is
invited to come to Pittsburgh, the birthplace of Yabbs, where we will all
get together for a weekend or so of fun :> The reason the time is still
undetermined is because we need everyone who wants to come to let us know
when would be a good time for them... Email me with questions, comments,
suggestions, and what time would be good for you at: death@cyberspace.org
See you there!!!
--Death
PS... I put this message in every base on the off chance that EVERYBODY
might actually get to see it :>
From Dee@yabbs Sun Jul 3 19:36:43 1994
From: Dee@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: You Frown, God Frowns
Date: Sun Jul 3 19:36:43 1994
You Frown God Frowns
White walls covered with
Scarlet, ruby-red stains
Matching my pains.
Echoing hollowed screams
From basal base to crown
And town to town.
Running from danger
Holding in all my anger
Puzzling, Puzzling
You frown.
Yellow rose petals
Vastly scattered on my bed
Screaming in my head.
Molesting good morals
Tempest inviting original sin
Falling again and again.
Running from my humanness
Banished from holiness
Puzzling, Puzzling
God frowns.
I wrote this as a Sylvia Plath style poem for my Contemporary American
Poetry class last term......I would love to hear some feedback, even if
you don't understand it (which you aren't really meant to since it is a
confessional poem and has meaning only to me...you have to know my past in
order to understand some of the images like the white walls covered in
scarlet and the yellow rose petals scattered on my bed....). Pixy, I think
it is your turn to do the honors....And anyone else (batt *cough*)
who might want to comment please do...we all can benefit..ask questions,
give impressions, try to analyze it, try to make it personal...isn't that
what it is all about? I do NOT write poetry for poetry's sake....so
comment! *hugs* (to those who want them!)
Dee
From BlueMax@yabbs Mon Jul 4 03:06:27 1994
From: BlueMax@yabbs
To: Dee@yabbs
Subject: re: You Frown, God Frowns
Date: Mon Jul 4 03:06:27 1994
*sweeping bow*
I am amazed with your skill once more M'Lady...
Your Servent,
The Blue Knight...
From Terrius@yabbs Mon Jul 4 17:02:57 1994
From: Terrius@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: One Perfect Silicon Rose
Date: Mon Jul 4 17:02:57 1994
One Perfect Silicon Rose
------------------------
The symbolism of flowers is dead -
all difficulty in finding beautiful plants
reduced to a capitalist question
of grocery stores and corner shops
exchanging green
for green.
In barren minds and fertile soil
lies an emptiness world of meaning -
where burning romances in heat of lust
reach past Sony to grasp organic
choking life
after life.
Welcome to primitive modern times
where love entails a movie fare
and like foolish, foolish natives -
our hearts are won with trinkets
filling voids
with voids.
-Tb
me bitter no never
From Natalie@yabbs Mon Jul 4 19:19:56 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Terrius@yabbs
Subject: re: One Perfect Silicon Rose
Date: Mon Jul 4 19:19:56 1994
hmmm...i really like this...i like the speaker's disillusionment with the
modern world...(of course, i am probably the most literarily conservative
person around here *grin*)
natalie
From Terrius@yabbs Mon Jul 4 20:08:43 1994
From: Terrius@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: Incognito
Date: Mon Jul 4 20:08:43 1994
I n c o g n i t o
-----------------
Higher higher mountains of disease pile
and I watch the sickly growth
and then as the landslide it falls.
Mirror mirror cruelly mandates
it must be scarred red blood
it must be beyond recognition.
Closer closer get a lasting view
this showcase of my affliction
living proof that air can burn.
Watch watch what I can make you
I have cold fire in a bottle
...you could be a mystery too.
-Tb
analysis of existence? No.
analysis is existence? Yes.
From dmonger@yabbs Mon Jul 4 20:43:41 1994
From: dmonger@yabbs
To: pixy@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Mon Jul 4 20:43:41 1994
I was always fond of set design ... not quite the same but i've always been a
crew sort of guy.
-peter
From Covenant@yabbs Mon Jul 4 23:03:31 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: <no title>
Date: Mon Jul 4 23:03:31 1994
the beauty of Man is unsurpassed on Earth
fluid movements of the Mind
the only of his kind
self-appraising his worth.
mother Nature moves on around him
he controls her
with silver spurs
though never on a whim
less than sixty years have passed
first Man in flight
first to see moonlight
the force of Reason provides a mast.
show me one who's matched his brilliance
show me now
though I don't know how
even god shows acquiescence.
heheee, this probably explains why I only do impromptu :)
I realized it has no rhythmn, but it rhymes! ..... sort of...
Oh well, it's just that when ever I try to write a 'real' poem,
it usually turns up being a song. :(
Oh yeah, I'm sorry about using 'Man' and 'him' but anyother
words seem uncomfortable to me. Sorry ladies, you're included in there
though. :)
From Covenant@yabbs Mon Jul 4 23:54:32 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: The Path
Date: Mon Jul 4 23:54:32 1994
welllll, speaking of songs, here's one I've been working on but i haven't
finished. Wrote a song about it, wanna hear it, goes something like
this :)
The Path
In the year they deemed one, there was born a man.
To woman pure of gold, and untaken hand.
One moment with her love, her childhood gone.
A new begining now, she's bourn a son.
He is the man
He'll understand
He'll bring us love and light
My love we've been unclean, no one must know.
To be unwed this way, we must surely go.
The city seems to be, our only hope.
To blend and loose ourselves, somehow we'll cope.
He is the man
He'll understand
He'll bring us love and light
Too many days of hunger, and shattered dreams.
The whole world looks down on us, or so it seems.
My love remember now, those tales of old.
One man will come to us, with love so bold.
The prophet's word
We must be heard
Our son brings love and light
I looked up on that dark and lonely night
No magic in the air just a nova so bright
To be raised, as a god, I'm just a man
I feel to, I cry too, someone understand
No way out, I'm caught here, my course is set
To teach love, I must try, there's time to yet
that's about I far as I get. I just can't seem to end without getting too
bitchy. I want to keep the sarcasm going, but not too 'in your face'.
oh well, later,
Covenant
From Covenant@yabbs Tue Jul 5 00:21:00 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: The Old Laughing Lady
Date: Tue Jul 5 00:21:00 1994
I know some of you may not like this, but you might find it interesting.
What the old lady is, it pretty much up to you, but I can't help but
get blown away everytime I hear this.
The Old Laughing Lady
Don't call pretty Peggy, she can't here you no more.
Don't leave no message, 'round her back door.
The say the Old Laughing Lady, has been here before.
She don't keep time, she don't count score.
You can't have a cupboard, if there ain't no wall.
You gotta move, there's no time left to stall.
They say the Old Laughing Lady, dropped by to call.
When she leaves, she leaves nothing at all.
See the drunkard of the village, falling on the street.
Can't tell his ankles, from the rest of his feet.
He loves his Old Laughing Lady, 'cause her taste is so sweet.
But the Laughing Lady's loving, ain't the kind he can keep.
There's a fever on the freeway, blacks out the night.
There's a slipping on the stairway, just don't feel right.
And there's a rumbling in the bedroom, and a flashing of light.
There's the Old Laughing Lady, everything is alright.
The Old Laughing Lady -- by Neil Young
From BlueMax@yabbs Tue Jul 5 09:19:11 1994
From: BlueMax@yabbs
To: ant@yabbs
Subject: ;)
Date: Tue Jul 5 09:19:11 1994
I have a love...so far away...
When we speak it is at the wrong ends of the day...
My love lays sleaping, while I walk...thinking about her...
She walk's to her day while I toss and turn, dreaming of her...
We are seperated by miles...miles of wires...
...and yet she is closer to my home than me...
Close in one sense...too distant on the other...
the wire that see's us so far apart...
can it truely draw us close together?
When My sun is riseing...hers has already set...
We are seperated by miles...miles of wires...
[This is'nt the original form, but I think it says the same thing]
[ love ya ]
From sienna@yabbs Tue Jul 5 10:17:05 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: BlueMax@yabbs
Subject: re: ;)
Date: Tue Jul 5 10:17:05 1994
WOW
Uh........
WOW.......just......completeyl amazing.......uhhhhhhh......
I am left speechless.......
BlueMax: I know EXACTLY what you are saying.......
I especially loved the line "When my sun is rising...hers has already set"
WOW.....has hawke seen this? *ahem* Just curious.
Damn, Blue....Very moving.
Dee
P.S. This may be only because I identify with it so well, and the fact
that I love ya! *hug* *hug* (what the hell, another one) *hug*
P.P.S. Ant - you are one lucky girl! *hug* love ya sis!
From Natalie@yabbs Tue Jul 5 11:11:06 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: BlueMax@yabbs
Subject: re: ;)
Date: Tue Jul 5 11:11:06 1994
aw shucks...you're so sweet...
*hugs*
love ya...
natalie
From BlueMax@yabbs Tue Jul 5 11:37:53 1994
From: BlueMax@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: ;)
Date: Tue Jul 5 11:37:53 1994
It tis what I feel love, and perhpsis a little more...
Yours,
'blue...
From BlueMax@yabbs Tue Jul 5 11:46:36 1994
From: BlueMax@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: ;)
Date: Tue Jul 5 11:46:36 1994
*hugs* thanks for the kind words...
The words and feeling where bounceing around for a bit...the feelings are
still there...will more words follow...*shrug*
I think there is still more to be said...and we shall see...
Your servent,
The Blue Knight
From dmonger@yabbs Tue Jul 5 15:51:37 1994
From: dmonger@yabbs
To: BlueMax@yabbs
Subject: re: ;)
Date: Tue Jul 5 15:51:37 1994
retch, gack, choke, ugh ... too sweet in here :)
-peter
From Dee@yabbs Tue Jul 5 16:00:26 1994
From: Dee@yabbs
To: dmonger@yabbs
Subject: re: ;)
Date: Tue Jul 5 16:00:26 1994
Not a romantic, eh?
From dmonger@yabbs Tue Jul 5 17:43:54 1994
From: dmonger@yabbs
To: Dee@yabbs
Subject: re: ;)
Date: Tue Jul 5 17:43:54 1994
igh ... nope
From buzzbomb@yabbs Tue Jul 5 19:21:32 1994
From: buzzbomb@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: well ok...
Date: Tue Jul 5 19:21:32 1994
i've never posted here and actually usually don't let anyone but a couple
close friends read what i write, so here goes:
Self-torn skin
life flows out with blood
burning agony sends tears to eyes
and thrill to the heart.
Energy drains as the body collapses.
The mind quickens, senses become unreal.
Touching the pain brings pleasure,
taste of blood is comfort.
Seeing all is over, why hold back?
Hate, love and fury flood the being
as a last evidence of the soul in the body.
But nothing can be done
as the will is lost
and the lifelong grip on the past
slips into nothingness
without regret. . .
call it depressing, call it cheesy, i call it "Self Torn Skin" for
lack of a better name...
-tom
From Faith@yabbs Tue Jul 5 20:05:11 1994
From: Faith@yabbs
To: bluemax@yabbs
Subject: wow
Date: Tue Jul 5 20:05:11 1994
I must say I loved the poem blue. *sigh* My brothers and sisters all so
happy. *hugs* to Sienna, hawke, bluemax, and Natalie. Hope to see more of
your stuff here y'all. Maybe I'll even post something someday. If I can
happy again someday. Everything has just been kind of dark and dreary
lately.
Lots of love.
Faith
From jujubee@yabbs Tue Jul 5 20:16:03 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: dmonger@yabbs
Subject: re: ;)
Date: Tue Jul 5 20:16:03 1994
OH GET A LOVER ALREADY, BIG D! ;) hehehehe *wink*
From Artemis@yabbs Tue Jul 5 20:19:47 1994
From: Artemis@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: wheels in motion
Date: Tue Jul 5 20:19:47 1994
I reach into the water to pull out my heart....
I grasp at the air to retrieve my sanity.
All is lost, everything is broken
Nothing can be changed the wheels
have been set in motion and they
are spinning faster and faster.
Talk as I cry and cry as I laugh.
Nothing has changed, all is lost, and everything's broken
From jujubee@yabbs Tue Jul 5 21:18:13 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Artemis@yabbs
Subject: re: wheels in motion
Date: Tue Jul 5 21:18:13 1994
yep, like your style, Artemis...short, sweet, and CHOCK FULL of imagery
and meaning.....
From anonimus@yabbs Tue Jul 5 21:35:03 1994
From: anonimus@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: It's a wacky, wacky, wacky,
Date: Tue Jul 5 21:35:03 1994
Once I heard a noise
but it was late at night and I decided
to sleep through it.
Day.
So there I was
and there she was
and there we was
in my backyard.
And I thought I could seduce her
either that or lose her
it was the next morning by the way.
"I am not of this world," she kept saying to me. I could see that right
away. It might have been her arms. She had so many of them. Or maybe
her bright green, bushy, sharp, hard, prickly, saw-toothed,
unyielding, definitely unconditioned hair. It was a mess. And green. I
asked her if she dyed it. "It's natural," she whispered. She took me
into her arms and arms. She was holding me too tight so I decided to back
off.
"I am not of this world,"
She was saying to me.
I looked around to make sure that no one saw that I was
talking to the tree.
From dmonger@yabbs Tue Jul 5 22:00:14 1994
From: dmonger@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: re: ;)
Date: Tue Jul 5 22:00:14 1994
I keep trying but none of the stores around here sell them.
i was gonna make my own, but this old guy at the graveyard kicked me out
what should i do?
-peter
From GPF@yabbs Tue Jul 5 22:04:10 1994
From: GPF@yabbs
To: dmonger@yabbs
Subject: re: ;)
Date: Tue Jul 5 22:04:10 1994
i think jeffery dahmer had some spares......
his address is jdahmer@alcatraz.gov
...gpf
From jujubee@yabbs Tue Jul 5 22:38:13 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: dmonger@yabbs
Subject: re: ;)
Date: Tue Jul 5 22:38:13 1994
ummmmm...i think GPF had a pretty good plan...if i think of something
better, i'll letcha know!
uhhhh....didja ever consider putting an ad in the National Enquirer???
From robtelee@yabbs Tue Jul 5 22:42:51 1994
From: robtelee@yabbs
To: dmonger@yabbs
Subject: re: ;)
Date: Tue Jul 5 22:42:51 1994
too bad...we could use some more romantics....
From Covenant@yabbs Tue Jul 5 23:53:01 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: dmonger@yabbs
Subject: re: ;)
Date: Tue Jul 5 23:53:01 1994
Dig..
Dig..
Dig..
I got an arm.
Dig...
Dig...
Dig...
I got a head.
Dig...
Dig...
Dig...
I got my baby now, but she's stone dead.
From dmonger@yabbs Wed Jul 6 00:31:03 1994
From: dmonger@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: distance is nothing
Date: Wed Jul 6 00:31:03 1994
something to think about when you're lamenting about being so far away from
someone.
no mater how far apart you are, the moon you see is the one they see, so if
squinch your eyes up really really tight and try really really hard, you
can see their reflection.
so, look up at the moon, scrunch up your eyes, and wave
not really a poem, but it seemed poetic to me somehow
-peter
From Covenant@yabbs Wed Jul 6 01:00:37 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: dmonger@yabbs
Subject: re: distance is nothing
Date: Wed Jul 6 01:00:37 1994
wow. i like it!
whoever said you're not a romatic was way wrong!
From Natalie@yabbs Wed Jul 6 01:16:47 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Covenant@yabbs
Subject: re: distance is nothing
Date: Wed Jul 6 01:16:47 1994
i concur
:)
natalie
From Covenant@yabbs Wed Jul 6 01:22:37 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: goodbye
Date: Wed Jul 6 01:22:37 1994
just saying goodbye to all for the summer
thanks for putting up with me and i'll see you around sept 3
take care,
Covenant (Bill Brocklehurst)
From Tiamat@yabbs Wed Jul 6 08:15:57 1994
From: Tiamat@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: the soul
Date: Wed Jul 6 08:15:57 1994
writhing in agony
the searing light of understanding
sends shockwaves of pain
across the surface of the mind
to late is realized
the damage done by a lie
a lie lived in hopes of love
but a lie that ends the flame
and leaves the emptiness behind
to never be filled
From Badger01@yabbs Wed Jul 6 08:58:32 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: Covenant@yabbs
Subject: re: impromptu????
Date: Wed Jul 6 08:58:32 1994
Sorry to see you go, duder. OIr Dudette.
Badger01
From BlueMax@yabbs Wed Jul 6 10:48:45 1994
From: BlueMax@yabbs
To: Tiamat@yabbs
Subject: re: the soul
Date: Wed Jul 6 10:48:45 1994
I just have one thing to say...
WOW...
From BlueMax@yabbs Wed Jul 6 10:50:52 1994
From: BlueMax@yabbs
To: Covenant@yabbs
Subject: re: goodbye
Date: Wed Jul 6 10:50:52 1994
Good travals sir...
Your work will be missed...
Your Servent,
The Blue Knight
From Selene@yabbs Wed Jul 6 13:20:36 1994
From: Selene@yabbs
To: anonimus@yabbs
Subject: your poem
Date: Wed Jul 6 13:20:36 1994
I really liked your last poem. May I ask what inpsired it? Anything in
particular? I think your work is rather dark, but since I am dark and
twisted it seems good to me. I may be posting poetry here too soon. If I
ever find anything I have written.
Selene
From Selene@yabbs Wed Jul 6 13:23:39 1994
From: Selene@yabbs
To: Artemis @yabbs
Subject: re: your poem
Date: Wed Jul 6 13:23:39 1994
I've read your stuff and I seem to be able to relate to it so well. Same
question to you as to anonimus. What inspires you? I tend to write dark
things myself. Personal reasons though.
Selene
From Selene@yabbs Wed Jul 6 13:25:29 1994
From: Selene@yabbs
To: Covenant@yabbs
Subject: re: goodbye
Date: Wed Jul 6 13:25:29 1994
Hi, well I am kind of new here, but i must say I did enjoy your poetry so.
Hope you have a good summer and I look forward to reading more stuff in
the fall.
Selene
From anonimus@yabbs Wed Jul 6 13:38:19 1994
From: anonimus@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Part One
Date: Wed Jul 6 13:38:19 1994
Soundtrack: 10 Wheels For Jesus
by Elvis Hitler
It gets really hot in the city. At night I just want to take off my
clothes and walk throught the streets. Me and Tom and Max (we always
called him maxi pad) had nothing to do. So we stole one of my old man's
bottles and took off in Tommy's car. It was a piece of shit big assed
Ford and it didn't have air. "We ain't got gas to go nowhere. Shit. Let's
go to the river." Tommy always wanted to go there. We all did. It was
cool and there were no people. Once in a while there'd be a deal or
something but it was mostly quiet. Tom and me were 20. Max just turned
19. When you're 20 you're too old to fuck high school girls and too
stupid to get college girls and life sucks. The river helped though. It
was cool. It wasn't afraid.
From pixy@yabbs Wed Jul 6 16:00:00 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: Terrius@yabbs
Subject: re: One Perfect Silicon Rose
Date: Wed Jul 6 16:00:00 1994
Yea, now we're talking! that one made me think. I thought it had alot of
unity and power to it. keep working.
pixy
From pixy@yabbs Wed Jul 6 16:01:59 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: dmonger@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Wed Jul 6 16:01:59 1994
In message re: <no title>, dmonger said:
> I was always fond of set design ... not quite the same but i've always been a
> crew sort of guy.
huh? set design?
pixy
From pixy@yabbs Wed Jul 6 16:28:38 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: pixy@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Wed Jul 6 16:28:38 1994
In message re: <no title>, pixy said:
> Here's some new shit from the pixy--AW YEA!!!
>
> There is no facing fate;
> A deadman I am--REPENT!--
> Oh god do i wish I could,
> And not know of things
> As terrifying as eternity.
>
> I was 8 when i saw hell come
> By the pool deep as a deadblue sky.
> Forever is deeper than my deadblue pool.
> Why did He want to beat up a kid?
> But, yes, he surely did.
>
Time is something deadening,
To understand it is to sacrifice
The free oceanheaded mind of
An 8 year old--REPENT!--No,
My regrets are all spent
> And now..now what is there,
> But to suspend my mind, to
> Forget fate? desensitize
> And then, yes then, maybe
> I can take back my God.
>
> I want to be unaware of God'd final plans;
> I want to be normal
> I want to be normal
> I want to be normal
> I want to be normal.....
>
Basically, this poem--I wrote the first draft when i was drunk--is an
attempt to grasp what i felt the first time i tried to understand the
concept of eternity. It made me feel hopeless and everything futile. I
could never find any comfort from the fear of eternity, all I could do was
try to forget it.
Since that first time i felt fear over eternity, ive
only felt that same feeling three times. Usually i can accept the idea
without thinking about it enough to get a panic feeling--that's what i
meant by desensitize--but when it has struck me with panic, the panic and
depression usually last for about two to three months at a time. And that
panic feeling is the worst in the world. I would rather be killed than to
feel the panic of eternity.
So far, I've not met anyone that has this same fear--nor anyone who could
even understand what i was talking about.has understood it the same way i do.
So, i kept it personal. I don't even think i want anyone to understand this
fear of mine--the pain is so awful when it comes that I could never will it
on another. Thus, most of this makes sense only to me, but it is good to
get it off my chest.
I did another poem about this that i posted maybe thre hundred posts ago.
I made it about loneliness, because most people understand loneliness. I
need to go back and take a look at that one.
> the pixymonstermanmachine >
>
From dmonger@yabbs Wed Jul 6 17:15:54 1994
From: dmonger@yabbs
To: Covenant@yabbs
Subject: re: distance is nothing
Date: Wed Jul 6 17:15:54 1994
In message re: distance is nothing, Covenant said:
> wow. i like it!
> whoever said you're not a romatic was way wrong!
nope, works for friends, lovers, pets ... antyone you care about.
no romance reuquired :)
-peter
From dmonger@yabbs Wed Jul 6 17:19:34 1994
From: dmonger@yabbs
To: pixy@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Wed Jul 6 17:19:34 1994
as opposed to playwriting ... since thisthe only oartsy board on yabbs that i
have seen .
its quite a creative high in and of it self ... its easy to picture a play in
your head, quite anotherr thing to build it yourself
-peter
From sienna@yabbs Wed Jul 6 20:56:50 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Matter of Perception
Date: Wed Jul 6 20:56:50 1994
This is something I wrote a ewhile ago...maybe art....maybe
rambling...interesting I hope, and from the ehart...so enjoy.
Jenna had a revelation. A thought. A random whirring of her mind which
led to other, more cpomplex thoughts. She was struck with the fact that
she will die someday. Of course, this wasn't the first time this
revelation had come to her. Although she was only twenty years old, her
life had been filled with indescribable pain and trauma. She realized, all
at once, how totall small she was in the scheme of things - how totally,
and utterly, insignificant. And for a moment, free of regret and nearly
without emotion of any kind, she understood that she belonged completely
to herself. Like her childhood, she had been torn apart and glued back
together with shame, self-hate and shock.
She frightened herself with the depth of her anger. It had the
violence of all unfinished things; of everything interrupted or left
undone. In this violence there was a sense of yearning - the yearning for
completion. For an end. For that which is absent, and would, if present,
bring fulfillment.
Jenna sat staring out at the rose garden, absent-mindedly hugging ehr
knees to her chest as she wondered where this anger came from.
"Where does it hide?" she asked herself. Some massive knowledge seemed
to move inside of her, thrusting powerfully up from the depths and
darkness where it had once been jailed...and all at once, she understood
that her very existence depended upon keeping this knowledge buried within
her - in a golden casket within a silver casket within a leaden casket.
Her anger is a wild beast with claws and teeth, a tiger, and this
tiger threatened to surge into her conscious mind and destroy her. She
began panting from the force and threat of this emotion locked away within
herself. She became aware that she had not fainter or dies, which was how
she felt, but it was, just then, and only for a second, as if her mind had
been hurled through some dark barrier. And then, just as quickly, it was
gone. A thick shield had slammed itself back into place, where it
belonged.
Jenna thoughtfully twisted her long brown hair around her forefinger
as she contemplated her existence. It seemed like she set up situations
destined from the first to fail. Her thoughts bent towards her
relationships. She didn't understand this world. All about her were
creatures of another species, more instinctual, more brutal than her. They
walk past her...unnoticing, uncaring.
"It has to do with *inwardness*," she thought to herself. This was as
close as she could come to a connection. Thise creatures, they were
external. Her thoughts, though, they lead her inward, and inward is where
everything important lies. She felt as though her entire life could be
seen as a demonstration of this priniciple.
"What matters most about my life took place entirely in my childhood,"
she mused out loud. The world in which she went to work and then came home
in was the world of public life. In that world, at least according to
people like her father, one either "counts," "amounts to something," or
does not. For one dizzy moment, she could see herslef totally renouncing
this worthless, superficial world to become a Magellan of the interior.
Ordinarily, Jenna went through life as if she were inside a
transparent bubble she herself had created to protect her from pain and
ridicule at the hands of perfect strangers.
"Too bad," she said to the sparrow who had flown to the windowsill,
"that I haven't yet been able to conceive a transparent bubble that can
withstand the pain and ridicule at the hands of those who say they love
me."
Part Two in the next post.....
From sienna@yabbs Wed Jul 6 21:17:10 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Matter of Perception II
Date: Wed Jul 6 21:17:10 1994
Here is part two......
Sighing, Jenna rose from the windowseat, and walked up the back
stairwell to her old bedroom. Sitting in a corner on the floor, she rested
her chin upon her knees, unaware of the tears which were falling down her
cheeks.
"Here," she thought, "here is my childhood, which I am not intended to
escape." Its smallness and meanness seemed destined to follow her always.
She stared up at the ceiling, in that room where her childhood had
happened, and in her mind she could hear the old screams, the grunts and
shrieks of pain and passion. *THIS* was the bedrock, the very foundation
of who Jenna Peters had become....and herchildhood seemed to reach forth
and touch her with a deathly cold finger.
Jenna felt these things with very little emotion. She supposed that
that calm, passive state was a dull version of what most people felt all
of the time.
"It is probably what they call sanity.....sanity is what takes over
when you get too tired for anything else," she sighed.
Sitting in that corner, her memories came crashing down upon her. Her
father had become ten feet tall, and every one of his breaths drained all
the air from her own lungs. His screams bruised her ears. She could still
hear her father's huge, punishing voice. The world belonged to people like
her father, while people like her lived in its potholes and corners.
Jenna could still hear him screaming at her, in front of the priest,
in front of the mourners, in front of her fiance. She could hear his
accusations, feel them like stabs from a sharp dagger...."You killed her!
You killed her, she worried herself to death over you, Jenna! You are
worthless! You are nothing! You are dead to me!" Jenna cringed as she
remembered the shame. She heard his voice, and she felt astonishingly
small. Her father's voice had the power to pound her into childhood, and
instantly she was three feet tall and helpless. But these experiences,
too, can be sealed within a leaden casket, and pushed overboard into the
great psychotic sea. They are aberrations, silent and brutal exceptions to
a general rule.
"What makes anything great?" she asked the ceiling. In her mind,
understanding is what made anything great. Depth of understanding.
Unbelieveable responsiveness to detail linked to amazing clarity of
vision. Sometimes it felt like the world was beginning to shred at the
corners. The sense of gloom was undeniable for her. She was separate, and
she became lost in her separation. She remembered her sins, her
meagerness, her misery. There is something about death which intrigued
her. Something which burned deep inside. And then her own face appeared
before her. The first sensation was that of being on the fuzzy edge of
sleep. Then the layers began. For some they are layers of color and light.
For Jenna Peters, she seemed to rise endlessly through scenes of ehr own
life: She saw herself playing in the leaves, making snowballs,
doing homework...trying desperately to please her father...and she cried
out, having seen the littleness of her own figure and the foolishness of
all her joys, for they are so harmless yet so damaging.
"Maybe this is where my destiny lies," she said, as she picked up the
razor blade.
"I am coming Momma," she whispered. "I am coming home."
(c)1994
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Wed Jul 6 21:23:01 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: Matter of Perception II
Date: Wed Jul 6 21:23:01 1994
Just a note of apology for all of the typos in the last two posts...I
tried posting this story twice before, once some jerk crashed the server
when I was on line 71, and the second time my server kicked me off when I
was on line 94...therefore, I was trying to type fast as to be sure it
finally got posted at all.....*sigh* So please forgive the many
errors....I hope the story was worth it.
*hugs*
Dee
From robtelee@yabbs Wed Jul 6 22:25:57 1994
From: robtelee@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: Matter of Perception II
Date: Wed Jul 6 22:25:57 1994
Some of the darkest images i have seen.....one helluva ride to the
bottom....Take care of yourself.
robtelee
From Terrius@yabbs Thu Jul 7 00:27:56 1994
From: Terrius@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Defense of an Art Form
Date: Thu Jul 7 00:27:56 1994
Defense of an Art Form
----------------------
Biological warfare
is a mouthful of poison;
throat tastes like sick -
spine feels like shards.
Organic impressionism
feels no distinction.
Mind and body pain-ting
easels of powdered art -
Death is unpleasant if
you do it all at once;
inject-ions, like diseases,
never shift my mood -
god would approve.
-Tb
i advise reading this item a few times. you might try horizontal,
vertical, and other means. thank you for your aesthetic, and if you grok
more than you think most people grok about this poem, give me a mailing.
all my postings are from memory, i'm afraid the archives are on a computer
which has no means of communicating with the outside world (no disk drive,
even. it's a security measure, of course, and has nothing to do with the
fact that the laptop was free and hence inadequately equipped.)
From hawke@yabbs Thu Jul 7 03:06:42 1994
From: hawke@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: trouble
Date: Thu Jul 7 03:06:42 1994
well folks i must drastically curtail my yabbs time it seems some of my
fellow neighbors didnt like me using th lounge phone. i will be on when i
can but it will be at odd hours for me so my time will drastically get cut
i will however increase my output of snail mail from zero to soemthing for
those of you whos addresses i have see you all whenever.
i remain your obedient servent
Hawke
From BlueMax@yabbs Thu Jul 7 10:46:05 1994
From: BlueMax@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: Matter of Perception
Date: Thu Jul 7 10:46:05 1994
Dee,
I need some help with something, In the first part of this piece, I saw a
line i did'nt understand, I know that you typed this in fast so I can
understandtypos...
> She became aware that she had not fainter or dies, which was how she
felt, but it was just then, and only for a second, as if......
'...she had not fainter or dies,...'
I don't understand that part of the sentance...is it just me...or a typo?
Your Servent,
Blue...
From Skywise@yabbs Thu Jul 7 10:54:34 1994
From: Skywise@yabbs
To: BlueMax@yabbs
Subject: re: Matter of Perception
Date: Thu Jul 7 10:54:34 1994
r and s are both close to d so it would be fainted or died i guess
From Dee@yabbs Thu Jul 7 11:57:48 1994
From: Dee@yabbs
To: BlueMax@yabbs
Subject: re: Matter of Perception
Date: Thu Jul 7 11:57:48 1994
I meant to say "She had not fainted or died......
Please forgive the error...quite a few typos I must say...but I AINT
retyping it!
Love ya,
Dee
From alarm@yabbs Thu Jul 7 12:35:50 1994
From: alarm@yabbs
To: pixy@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Thu Jul 7 12:35:50 1994
pixy,
your journey into the fear of eternity reminds me of the works of
kierkegaard and heidegger. generally, it follows the angst of
existentialism in general. see "being and time." your line about
>I could never find any comfort from the fear of eternity...
was very intriguing. i think that you're right, although you are probably
correct in saying that no one else can feel it like you can. but, maybe i
have sat naked, suspended by my own being over the abyss of eternity.
good luck with your journey
alarm
From Badger01@yabbs Thu Jul 7 13:09:26 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Opens Slow Vol.2
Date: Thu Jul 7 13:09:26 1994
Your hair scratches my lips
I kiss your head
(Out of guilt)
smell of flowers and dust
out of guilt I don't shudder
You stand in that doorway
in my way
in that yellow-white daisy dress
Rambling and rambling one
The grass was taller than your head
Eggs were so much less expensive when YOU were a girl
Quoting from Leviticus
or is it Revelations?
Twisting your face
trying to place mine
Walking into the den together you open your mouth on rusty hinges
I can hear teeth stripping behind your eyes
The hint of smoke acrid in the air I can almost smell
The spark in your eyes you short out inside as you try
to say hi
All I can see are the walls of your kitchen, Amber fading to mustard,
You've had them for forty years
Hard years since Ed passed on
Bless him and keep him, Lord
Have You seen the bread?
I bought the bread already
It's in the breadbox
No
Not the cupboard
The breadbox
Not the stove
Look. Gram, look
Over here, right
here, in the breadbox, see?
Yes
Yes I did know you were Seventy-Three, Gram
You've told me
Ten times
This morning
Yes, I miss Ma too
No, I don't have a job
I'm Twenty-Two, Gram
No, I like my hair this way
Yes, the milk is in the fridge
Not the sink, Gram
Yes, I did that to my pants on purpose
You don't have to sew them
Yes, I have to go
I know
No, Gram, I'm Matt
Ed isn't here
-----------------------------------------
Well, there it is....found it hiding in a pile of stuff I was planning to
throw out, on account of my career as a poet has definitely shorted out,
but I thought you guys might find it interesting.
Badger01
From Badger01@yabbs Thu Jul 7 13:17:59 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: I don't
Date: Thu Jul 7 13:17:59 1994
I don't want to know
The way you feel on a sunny day
The taste of ashes at the end of us
The hopes and dreams and choking poison thoughts that strangle themselves
out of our souls
Mirror eyes undeath the spaces between you and I
You and I
You and I will die
Waiting a spiderweaver spinning silk from my thorax
White gauze film hairthin in the spiral
Round and about
The web where we lived tears with every word you talk
I can't build webs anymore
Grass green lush and rainfed tendrils
Black in the soil
Down through the earth
Dig through the ground
Spliter the warm brown maplewood of the lid
Feed on the eyes (Baby's blue)
Feed on the skin (Etheral flawless)
Feed on what time left
Grass green lush and deathfed blades sharp in the air
I don't
I can't
I won't let you tell me what I need to know
Sparks Pistons seizing frictionred
Metal melting pitting gouge dragged in the cold
I can't
I won't
I don't add the oil
Missing what we never were
slivers scattered on the floor
Feet rags as I run to where I never belong
Streakred track me where I hide the stain I leave is mine
I don't want to clean the floor
I can't
I won't
I don't let myself go
________________________________________________________
Wow, Two in one day! Yet another of the poems I found in a pile of stuff I
have decided not to throw out just yet. Maybe I'll post Autocartography
next week...Maybe Not.
Badger01
From MBZ@yabbs Thu Jul 7 16:42:23 1994
From: MBZ@yabbs
To: MBZ@yabbs
Subject: BEST FRIENDS
Date: Thu Jul 7 16:42:23 1994
BEST FRIENDS
Stand with me, my best friend- always at my side.
Walk with me, my best friend- never in front of behind.
Share with me, my best friend- your life one day at a time.
Be with me, my best friend- knowing no ownership because I am yours and you
are mine.
Love me, my best friend- my heart has a place in it especially for you.
Have me for your best friend- we will never know loniness again.
Hold me as your best friend- never let me go.
L O V I N G L Y W R I T T E N F O R A N D D E D I C A T E D T O
SANDRA ANN CASANOVA
JULY 6, 1994 AT 1:51 A.M. BY JAMES RAY NELSON.
I LOVE YOU MY BEST FRIEND!!!!!
From pixy@yabbs Thu Jul 7 18:01:14 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: alarm@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Thu Jul 7 18:01:14 1994
In message re: <no title>, alarm said:
> your journey into the fear of eternity reminds me of the works of
> kierkegaard and heidegger. generally, it follows the angst of
> existentialism in general. see "being and time." your line about
> >I could never find any comfort from the fear of eternity...
> was very intriguing. i think that you're right, although you are probably
> correct in saying that no one else can feel it like you can. but, maybe i
> have sat naked, suspended by my own being over the abyss of eternity.
> good luck with your journey
I have read up on Kierkegaard in the last year or so. Are you suggesting
that my fear of eternity resembles an existential conflict? Do you mean to
say that it somehow defines me as a person and since no one else feels the
same it is one that makes me unique? The fear makes my life genuine and
original?
Hmmm....Now there's something to ponder. thanx for the input, alarm.
pixy
From Terrius@yabbs Thu Jul 7 22:16:59 1994
From: Terrius@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Who cares?
Date: Thu Jul 7 22:16:59 1994
M o d e l C i t i z e n
-------------------------
First impulse was to ridicule
the old man in the lingerie store -
lusting after clothes
with no people in them.
Second thought made me hesitate
for I can even fault myself -
lusting after bodies
with no people in them.
-Tb
for those of you interested, the poem "Defense of an Art Form" is about an
"intellectual" trying to defend drug use by comparing it to art. Organic
impressionism, he calls it. And shrugs off the side effects as no less
moral than having an illness. a curious effect in this poem is that if
you take the first letter of each line it spells "Bits of me Dying"
(Note: not THIS poem as in the one in THIS message, but as in the one a
few back. Always remember - convolution is the essence of intelligence -
and the government is a genius)
From Death@yabbs Fri Jul 8 02:23:06 1994
From: Death@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Fear...
Date: Fri Jul 8 02:23:06 1994
Until recently, I wasn't really sure if I could talk about my past and what
I have gone through with people I didn't really know... But now I think that
I know most of you well enough to share a small part of it with you.
July 28, 1993
Such a beautiful night... Walking along the stream, my arm around
Lori's waist, I have never felt better. It's been four weeks since we
met, but I can't imagine life without her. She always seems to know what
I'm thinking and just what to say... Even now, as we walk, she says
quietly, "What a beautiful night... I can't believe it's only been four
weeks since we met." As we gaze at the sky, I hug her a little tighter.
If this isn't love, then love doesn't exist.
The night sky here is beautiful. It's so clear and bright, and every star
can be seen. I noticed a falling star, flying across the horizon like it was
coming right towards us. "Look at that" Lori said, pointing at it, "isn't it
beautiful?" "Yes," I answered. We stood there, watching it, for several
seconds. Then something in the back of my mind shrieked out a warning.
"Oh my G-d, Lori RUN!!!!" I screamed, turning back towards the kibbutz.
"Why?" she asked, even as she turned and ran with me. I answered, shaken,
"Because that's not a falling star! It's a Ketusha rocket and there's more
of them coming!" We kept running and I prayed that we could get back to the
safety of the bomb shelter at the Kibbutz in time. The one time in my life
that I wish G-d had answered my prayers, he didn't... As I looked back over
my shoulder I saw it, practically right next to us already, and I knew we'd
never make it. I dove for the ground, pulling Lori with me, trying to protect
her with my body so that she wouldn't get hurt. Then it struck. I felt the
blazing heat of the explosion, the broken metal and rock tearing at my skin,
and the intense fear that something could happen to Lori. I lay there,
listening to explosions echoing from around the kibbutz and fearing to move,
lest I stand up only to be knocked down again. And then I saw Lori. I had
managed to cover half of her body with my own, but it hadn't been enough.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed frantically as I saw
the pool of blood coming from a gash in her side. I scrambled forward,
ignoring my own pain, to be at her side. I felt her neck, praying that she
still lived... Finally, after what seemed like eons, I felt a faint surge.
I got to my feet, cradling her limp body to my chest, and ran with all of my
waning stregnth to the bomb shelter. I collapsed a few meters away, unable to
move further. "HELP!" I screamed feebly as I slid into unconsciousness...
I'm awake now, amazed that I survived at all from what the doctor just told
me... But I don't care about myself... If Lori dies, then I have nothing to
live for anyway... It's been ten hours and they're still trying to save her.
When I awakened in a bright room, on a soft bed rather than the hard ground,
my first thought was of Lori. "We're doing the best we can." the doctor said.
But what is the best that they can do?! I have never known such fear in all
my life... If she should die while I live, I could never be happy again.
Why? Why must G-d always destroy what little happiness I have? Every time I
get my life back on track, something happens to destroy it again... I see the
doctor walking down the hall towards my room. I can't stand the fear, the
fear that he'll say those cruel, forbidding words...
The doctor meerly said two words... "She's alive." I have never known, and
will never again know such fear or such relief. With those two words, my faith
in G-d and my will to live were restored. On the brink of utter hopelessness
and despair, they drew me back towards the bright shining star of life. Lori
is alive!
--Les
From Dee@yabbs Fri Jul 8 03:02:38 1994
From: Dee@yabbs
To: Death@yabbs
Subject: re: Fear...
Date: Fri Jul 8 03:02:38 1994
Les, that was beautiful.....very moving.
Thank you for sharing that with us.
Dee
aka Sienna
From sienna@yabbs Fri Jul 8 03:09:33 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: hawke@yabbs
Subject: Best Friends....
Date: Fri Jul 8 03:09:33 1994
Have you seen post #626......? this is how I feel for you as well, my
love. (And I don't care who knows it either...obviously *grin*)
Forever Yours,
Faithfully,
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Fri Jul 8 03:13:08 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: MBZ@yabbs
Subject: re: Fear...
Date: Fri Jul 8 03:13:08 1994
James,
Thanks for posting.....it really brought home the kind of feelings I have
been having for hawke.....he is my best friend too....It is nice to have
people around who can relate to the intense feelings love and long
distance can bring to a relationship....hake is more than my
boyfriend/fiance...he is my best friend, and you put it very eloquently in
your last post. Once again, thanks.
*hugs*
Dee
P.S. Ok OK so I am a *little* mushy <ahem>....to quote my dear friend
BlueMax, "so sue me!"
*grin* *grin* *chuckle* *chuckle* *Dee was handed a shiny new clue* hehehe
From Faith@yabbs Fri Jul 8 10:11:47 1994
From: Faith@yabbs
To: MBZ@yabbs
Subject: Sandi's poem
Date: Fri Jul 8 10:11:47 1994
I really loved the poem and I am sure Sandi will love it too. I wish you
sunlight, happiness, and joy always. You are indeed a wise perosn. I think
that is such a noble quality.
*hugs* :)
Love,
Me
From Dee@yabbs Fri Jul 8 13:56:52 1994
From: Dee@yabbs
To: MBZ@yabbs
Subject: re: Sandi's poem
Date: Fri Jul 8 13:56:52 1994
Ahhhh, romance.....*sigh*
From sienna@yabbs Fri Jul 8 14:05:43 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: MBZ@yabbs
Subject: re: Sandi's poem
Date: Fri Jul 8 14:05:43 1994
Isn't it great?
From sienna@yabbs Fri Jul 8 19:10:22 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Wedding Night
Date: Fri Jul 8 19:10:22 1994
This is a poem I wrote when I was fourteen....I am also going to post the
very first poem I ever wrote when I was twelve (if I can find it...). This
poem is not very good in and of itself, but considering the age I was when
I wrote it, I think it is pretty good. Maybe someday I will try to rewrite
it....
W E D D I N G N I G H T
------------------------
Six years ago,
Joseph stared deep into her eyes;
As his fingers trembled,
Holding out the diamond ring...
Cassi held her breath,
Scared it was only a dream;
Not worth anything...
As the ring slipped on,
She let out a sigh.
It was real.
Joseph held her hand,
And slowly lifted her veil,
Finally freed from his lonely jail.
As the preacher finally said
This famous last words,
Joseph took Cassi's chin in his hand.
As his lips met hers
In astonishing passion which
She alone seemed to understand.
As they walked back down
The aisle from which they had come,
Joseph was smiling.
Cassi was afraid of her new life,
Would it be true?
Or just another lie in a world of lying?
Then Joseph reassured her
By turning his warm smile on her,
So intense it lighted his eyes.
She brightened her outlook,
And pit her arm around his waist,
Feeling ready to cry.
They made love on the beach that night,
So tender at first,
Then made wild by desire.
Joseph moaned as his head bent low,
Wanting to take her again,
His body intense, rapid, on fire.
With one swift motion,
Cassi jumped out of bed.
The dream was so real,
That was all that could be said.
As a tear rolled down her face,
She remembered Joseph, who gave.
Her sweet, beloved Joseph,
Now six years in his grave...
From jujubee@yabbs Sat Jul 9 11:35:10 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Dee@yabbs
Subject: re: Sandi's poem
Date: Sat Jul 9 11:35:10 1994
BAH HUMBUG!!!!!!
From jujubee@yabbs Sat Jul 9 11:36:44 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: ???
Date: Sat Jul 9 11:36:44 1994
hey! since when did the poetry base morph into the [Love
Connection]???????
heheheh.....
;*0
From batt@yabbs Sat Jul 9 12:32:13 1994
From: batt@yabbs
To: Badger01@yabbs
Subject: re: Opens Slow Vol.2
Date: Sat Jul 9 12:32:13 1994
too bad you say it's shorting out...it's kind of depressing to think that
the only people who will ever see your work are the select few that read
this board. please keep going.
batt
From Skywise@yabbs Sat Jul 9 14:55:43 1994
From: Skywise@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: Word Search From Heck
Date: Sat Jul 9 14:55:43 1994
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From Natalie@yabbs Sat Jul 9 16:58:18 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: pixy@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Sat Jul 9 16:58:18 1994
*ahem* techies are artists too...
(speaking from a former techie POV, of course...we're always so
unappreciated...*sigh*)
natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Sat Jul 9 17:02:07 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Death@yabbs
Subject: re: Fear...
Date: Sat Jul 9 17:02:07 1994
i'm speechless
*hug*
natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Sat Jul 9 17:03:12 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: re: ???
Date: Sat Jul 9 17:03:12 1994
oh be quiet juju
:P
natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Sat Jul 9 17:03:43 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Skywise@yabbs
Subject: re: Word Search From Heck
Date: Sat Jul 9 17:03:43 1994
art or crap?
i vote for crap
*snigger*
natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Sat Jul 9 17:08:50 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: a poem
Date: Sat Jul 9 17:08:50 1994
the raw nerves make me hostile
the smelly people around me make me angry
the airconditioning vent makes me cold
i hate this bus
the open air makes me feel small (too small)
the corn makes me bored (can't they plant anything else?)
and hum of the wheels makes me sleepy
i hate nebraska
small minded people make me angry (especially when i keep my mouth shut)
bus terminals make me pissed off (but the people who work there are worse)
hard seats make my butt hurt
i hate greyhound
]
title: reflections on a 36 hour bus ride from michigan to wyoming
this was an impromptu kinda thing...as if you couldn't tell...
natalie
From sienna@yabbs Sat Jul 9 17:13:52 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Faith@yabbs
Subject: You're Not Alone
Date: Sat Jul 9 17:13:52 1994
YOU'RE NOT ALONE
----------------
I saw you walking by yourself,
Your eyes were crying out for help.
I know you feel your pain is more
Than anyone's been hurt before...
I know love hurts when it's over,
If you wanna cry it's alright.
You're like a fallen soldier,
But you just can't lay down and die.
You've got to remember,
You're not alone in this world
Always remember,
You're not alone in this world.
The moment that I looked at you,
I recognized the hidden truth.
You think there's no way out,
But if you let me, I can help you now.
Through all these shattered emotions,
There's a lesson to learn.
So come on, let me hold you closer,
Love can soothe what love has burned.
You've got to remember,
You're not alone in this world.
Always remember,
You're not alone in this world.
You've got to remember...
Never alone, never alone, never, never alone....
Yeah....
Got to tell you now,
Through all these shattered emotions,
There's a lesson to learn.
So come on let me hold you close because
Love can soothe what love has burned...
You've got to remember,
You're not alone in this world.
Always remember,
You're not alone in this world.
You're not alone in this world.
Lovingly dedicated to my sis, Faith, from someone who understands the pain
you are going through. Keep your chin up, sis, because you are well worth
the wait.....And always know that you have a shoulder to lean on, even if
it is in Cincinnati. My home is always open to you.
Love,
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Sat Jul 9 17:16:30 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Faith@yabbs
Subject: re: You're Not Alone
Date: Sat Jul 9 17:16:30 1994
Oh, forgot to say that the last post was a song performed by Amy Grant. I
thought the words were apropos...
*hugs*
Dee
From Terrius@yabbs Sat Jul 9 17:40:27 1994
From: Terrius@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: talking to walls
Date: Sat Jul 9 17:40:27 1994
M r . C l e a n
-----------------
that grayness that is dust
has always amazed me...
fragments of so many things
that were so many colours,
and the average is always
perfectly half light
and perfectly half dark
the mesh of cloth and hair
is wetness on the rag I hold...
the water bucket is diseased
making the molehill of dust
into a mountain of scum;
revolutions half done
are dirty, awful things
-Tb
this poem isn't so great in and of itself, but considering that I wrote
it when I was two, I think it's pretty good. please write several one
line 0 content replies. thank you.
From dmonger@yabbs Sat Jul 9 18:13:38 1994
From: dmonger@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Sat Jul 9 18:13:38 1994
well said nat.
funny how no one appreciates one of the large groups of people that makes the
damn play happen isn't it?
-peter
From dmonger@yabbs Sat Jul 9 18:15:16 1994
From: dmonger@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: a poem
Date: Sat Jul 9 18:15:16 1994
geeez, don't post stuff like that.
if cat see's it she'll never take a bus to pittsburgh :)
-peter
From Dee@yabbs Sat Jul 9 19:53:34 1994
From: Dee@yabbs
To: Terrius@yabbs
Subject: Mr. Clean
Date: Sat Jul 9 19:53:34 1994
Damn a bit sarcastic aren't we?
From Dee@yabbs Sat Jul 9 19:57:33 1994
From: Dee@yabbs
To: Terrius@yabbs
Subject: re: Mr. Clean
Date: Sat Jul 9 19:57:33 1994
It is also people like you who make people like me wish they had never
shared their posts...I think everyone should be able to post on here
without other people making them feel like shit about it. If you have to
be sarcastic and bitchy about it, at least take it into email where you
won't humiliate the person publicly.
Dee
From Skywise@yabbs Sat Jul 9 20:10:25 1994
From: Skywise@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: Word Search From Heck
Date: Sat Jul 9 20:10:25 1994
yeah
From robtelee@yabbs Sat Jul 9 20:21:54 1994
From: robtelee@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: a poem
Date: Sat Jul 9 20:21:54 1994
I haven't been to Nebraska on a bus, and the last time I was on a bus it
was a Trailways from Augusta Georgia to Macon Georgia. I can however
sympathize with the images....sounds good.
robtelee
From Cat@yabbs Sat Jul 9 21:13:00 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: dmonger@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Sat Jul 9 21:13:00 1994
In message re: <no title>, dmonger said:
> well said nat.
>
> funny how no one appreciates one of the large groups of people that makes the
> damn play happen isn't it?
>
>
> -peter
>
oh blah...people appreciate the techies...they're just swell...let's have
a play where just the techies wander around building sets and changing
scenes...it'd be really cool :)
having been both a techie and an actor, i'd have to say that being an
actor for me is oodles more fun...i like being other people, not to
mention the applause and flowers...;) maybe i would have liked being a
techie more if they'd let me get my hands on the damn powers
tools....stike was fun...i like to break things...
and this is too a poem
-tammie
From Cat@yabbs Sat Jul 9 21:52:15 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: <no title>
Date: Sat Jul 9 21:52:15 1994
i grapsed the ruby red apple.
it was so perfect: round, red and firm,
and it fit so comfortably in the palm of my hand
i waited a moment, anticipating the first bite.
i could already taste the sweet sourness of the apple's flesh,
and feel it's juices trickling down my throat
unabletowaitanylongeritookagreedybite
a fat horrid worm squiggled out of the fruit and fell
on the floor with a
plop
disgusted, i crushed the worm under my heel and hurled the
apple over my shoulder.
From Tiamat@yabbs Sat Jul 9 22:51:20 1994
From: Tiamat@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Sat Jul 9 22:51:20 1994
caught in the past
of days bygone
living now in a world of
what was and what could have been
wishing that life could have been different
yet, not moving on and therefore
missing what is
on the hopes of
what was
From Tiamat@yabbs Sat Jul 9 22:54:03 1994
From: Tiamat@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Sat Jul 9 22:54:03 1994
a prayer was offered
that one would stay
but that one left
for god was not listening that day
a prayer was offered
when life was in danger
yet life was taken
for god was not listening that day
through prayer a question asked
of why this life happened
yet no message came
for god was not listening that day
From jujubee@yabbs Sun Jul 10 13:56:24 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Sun Jul 10 13:56:24 1994
great! my kind of poetry!!!
From jujubee@yabbs Sun Jul 10 13:57:34 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Terrius@yabbs
Subject: re: talking to walls
Date: Sun Jul 10 13:57:34 1994
muy interesante.....
From jujubee@yabbs Sun Jul 10 14:02:52 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: a poem
Date: Sun Jul 10 14:02:52 1994
how bout this line:
a scuzzy drunk who tries to put his sleazy hand on my leg repulses me...
--Memories of a trip i took during Christmas break a coupla years ago from
Houston to the "valley"...the lower portion of Texas (next to the border
of Mexico) better known as the Rio Grande Valley...
geez! I can really relate...especially about the corn...when i was a kid,
my folks would drive us all out to Colorado in the dead of summer to visit
my aunt, uncle and cousins....gosh do i remember ALL that corn!!!!!
nothing but corn for miles and miles and miles and miles.......etc.
but how's the fresh air up in Wyo???
remember, you still have to GET BACK to Michigan!!! yippee!!! Thank God
for Greyhound!!! ;)
From Terrius@yabbs Sun Jul 10 17:34:41 1994
From: Terrius@yabbs
To: Dee@yabbs
Subject: Apologies
Date: Sun Jul 10 17:34:41 1994
Your work was good. It needed no disclaimer.
I merely feel that if you go out asking for "sympathy praise" in such a
manner, you will get it, and it will be meaningless. Let your work stand
on its own.
I am sorry to be abrasive/sarcastic. When it comes to casting oneself
into an identity in order to gain attention, I am as guilty as the next
individual. Do not be disturbed or afraid to share your writing, merely
because of something that some inconsequential net.nobody said.
-Tb
S h o c k
---------
Obtaining happiness is inherently difficult, because it is not an atomic
substance like truth or evil. Rather, it is a heterogeneous mixture of
such things as excitement, boredom, love, hate, the pleasant, and the
unpleasant.
Hence, quantifiable happiness can be thought of as a shower that has only
two temperatures, where both are extremes. You can achieve a comfortable
state through a continuous series of burning and freezing flashes,
alternated in rapid succession.
If it doesn't kill you, it can almost seem like balance.
From Deaska@yabbs Sun Jul 10 19:02:39 1994
From: Deaska@yabbs
To: Terrius@yabbs
Subject: re: Apologies
Date: Sun Jul 10 19:02:39 1994
*chuckle*
From Dee@yabbs Sun Jul 10 19:35:41 1994
From: Dee@yabbs
To: Terrius@yabbs
Subject: re: Apologies
Date: Sun Jul 10 19:35:41 1994
I wasn't looking for "sympathy praise". So sorry if that is how it is
taken.
From Dee@yabbs Sun Jul 10 19:35:59 1994
From: Dee@yabbs
To: Deaska@yabbs
Subject: re: Apologies
Date: Sun Jul 10 19:35:59 1994
Thanks alot, Deaska.
From Dee@yabbs Sun Jul 10 19:44:16 1994
From: Dee@yabbs
To: Hawke@yabbs
Subject: Somewhere Out There
Date: Sun Jul 10 19:44:16 1994
Somewhere Out There
-------------------
Somewhere out there, beneath the pale moonlight,
Someone's thinking of me, and loving me tonight.
Somewhere out there, someone's saying a prayer,
That we'll find one another, in the big somewhere out there.
And even though I know how very far apart we are;
It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star.
And when the nightwind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby;
It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky.
Somewhere out there, if love can see us through,
Then we'll be together, somewhere out there, out where dreams come true.
I love you, my sweet prince.
From BlueMax@yabbs Sun Jul 10 19:50:36 1994
From: BlueMax@yabbs
To: Dee@yabbs
Subject: re: Somewhere Out There
Date: Sun Jul 10 19:50:36 1994
M'lady...
I am impressed once again...
Sorta makes me think of my situation...
Thanks, *Hugs*...
Your Servent,
The Blue Knight....
From robtelee@yabbs Sun Jul 10 21:27:04 1994
From: robtelee@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Sun Jul 10 21:27:04 1994
hmmmmmmmmm
From robtelee@yabbs Sun Jul 10 21:36:47 1994
From: robtelee@yabbs
To: Dee@yabbs
Subject: re: Somewhere Out There
Date: Sun Jul 10 21:36:47 1994
lovely, Dee...just lovely.
*smile*
robtelee
From dmonger@yabbs Sun Jul 10 21:48:45 1994
From: dmonger@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: oh what the hell
Date: Sun Jul 10 21:48:45 1994
well, here's one of my first attempts ...
what the hell, might as well posti it here.
When i was young,
they told me i was silly
because there was no magic,
no dragons,
no angels,
and that every hole did have a bottom
but now i know they were wrong
because the whole world is magic,
and i've fought dragons,
and loved angels,
and found holes that have neither bottom
nor end
us engineers can't write , so be nice
-peter
From rick@yabbs Sun Jul 10 23:29:57 1994
From: rick@yabbs
To: dmonger@yabbs
Subject: re: oh what the hell
Date: Sun Jul 10 23:29:57 1994
not bad
From sienna@yabbs Mon Jul 11 04:18:25 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: dmonger@yabbs
Subject: re: oh what the hell
Date: Mon Jul 11 04:18:25 1994
Keep it up peter
From Dee@yabbs Mon Jul 11 04:24:14 1994
From: Dee@yabbs
To: robtelee@yabbs
Subject: re: Somewhere Out There
Date: Mon Jul 11 04:24:14 1994
Thanks Johnny Rebel......it came from the heart (even though I didn't
write it...it is a song performed by Linda Rondstat...I think I gave
credit for the lyrics...i amy have to go back and check...).
*hugs*
Dee
aka Sienna
From Dee@yabbs Mon Jul 11 04:26:27 1994
From: Dee@yabbs
To: robtelee@yabbs
Subject: re: Somewhere Out There
Date: Mon Jul 11 04:26:27 1994
OOPS! I sure didn't post the credit....*blush* Now I feel like a complete
horse's ass....geez louise.....
Sorry, all. For those who did not know, "Somewhere Out There" was a song
sung by Linda Rondstat in the movie "An American Tail".
Sorry about that....
Dee
aka sienna
From dmonger@yabbs Mon Jul 11 09:10:53 1994
From: dmonger@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: i've got two legs
Date: Mon Jul 11 09:10:53 1994
by terry gilliam (from monty python)
i've got two legs from my feet to the ground
and when i move them they walk around
and when i lift them they climb the stairs
and when i shave them they ain't got hairs
I've got two legs...
at this point the author was shot
-peter
:)
From jujubee@yabbs Mon Jul 11 12:40:23 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: dmonger@yabbs
Subject: re: oh what the hell
Date: Mon Jul 11 12:40:23 1994
pretty moving line "and loved angels"
not bad for the first posting!
From sienna@yabbs Mon Jul 11 22:17:58 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Till I See You Again
Date: Mon Jul 11 22:17:58 1994
This is the first poem I ever wrote.
Till I See You Again
--------------------
Till I see you again,
All of my days will be spent
In succulent expectations...
Till I see you again,
My heart will sing little songs
Of joy and exultations.
Till I see you again,
No fruit will enhance the joy
Of living as you do...
Till I see you again,
Let me know that all of my hopes
And expectations are true.
Dee
From pbj@yabbs Tue Jul 12 03:13:47 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: buzzbomb@yabbs
Subject: re: well ok...
Date: Tue Jul 12 03:13:47 1994
hey man that wuz intense
i might have taken it wrong but i didn't think a guy would understand that
kind of pain and that kind ofpleasure at the same time....i'm impressed
colleen marie
a.k.a mirrors
a.k.a pbj
a.k.a aweburne
a.k.a aweburning
From Faith@yabbs Tue Jul 12 11:22:39 1994
From: Faith@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: first poem
Date: Tue Jul 12 11:22:39 1994
Hi everyone...ok, I am posting my first poem here and am a bit nervous.
Hope you all like it.
At the exact moment when the dream turned into a nightmare life stopped.
And yet now it continues on.
A star has suddenly become a little brighter and we wonder what the
meaning of it all is.
A flame extinguished makes no sound and yet this extinguished flame was as
loud as a trumpet on a silent, sunny, morning.
Nothing lasts forever and yet I know these memories and feelings will
haunt me until I breath my last breath.
And I wonder what the meaning of it all was.
EDR
From pbj@yabbs Tue Jul 12 13:17:59 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: death@yabbs
Subject: re: Fear...
Date: Tue Jul 12 13:17:59 1994
as i started reading the majority of th text flashed past my screen and i
read bits and pieces of it as i zoomed by to keep my self busy..my eyes
lit upon the line about the gash in her side and i literally yelled NO!
all i can say is that you are a very lucky person to have had that kind of
love almost lost it and still been able to hold it ...that is something
i have never been able to do
respectfully
colleen marie
From pbj@yabbs Tue Jul 12 13:19:41 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: You're Not Alone
Date: Tue Jul 12 13:19:41 1994
isn't that a song???
From pbj@yabbs Tue Jul 12 13:25:22 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: dmonger@yabbs
Subject: re: i've got two legs
Date: Tue Jul 12 13:25:22 1994
i love that song!!! what abvout isn't it afully nice??
anyways now back to your regularly scheduled programming.....
From Badger01@yabbs Tue Jul 12 17:24:03 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: MEat
Date: Tue Jul 12 17:24:03 1994
Grind it down
redbrown between teeth we no longer use right
Break it down
take the thing apart and additive it to me
feel it in the sound of tendons shearing
hear it in the taste of uncooked prey
Feed from death
the grimgreen bushes that thrive in the stonegardens do
The brown rips through the terraskin and sinks rootfangs into its meat
the greywriggle pulpae mass eat their fill
Belly up to the death bar
Where all the colors mingle
Green tastes like nothing to me
Water and paper
Strawling draggers across my palate
If it gulped air in great bursts of life
If it strodehugged the ground glad at each step
I want to kill it
I want to make it me
When I go they'll do the same to me
In tribute
My living breathing moving brothers will chew their fill
Even the stiffbacked watchers will eat
Take this, all of you, and eat it
This is my body
Which will be given up to all of you
As they've given it up to me
At our fraternal sacrifice
Copperbleeding
When I go leave me out for them
Leave me for them
As they have left theirs for me
From sienna@yabbs Tue Jul 12 17:29:39 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: The Hawk
Date: Tue Jul 12 17:29:39 1994
This was an imitation of Elizabeth Bishop's poem "The Armadillo"
The Hawk
--------
Step by step, they appear;
Every day the same.
Laboring on this dark stage, once a year
Playing this mindless game.
Inside their minds of woe -
Trappings of mortals lost
Inside stained-glass walls, echoing their fear
Of how much life had cost.
Black velvet sprinkled with
Hope, diamond-esque shaped;
Telling their stories from heaven above;
Crosses bruised, burnt and raped.
Milked for pity and tears -
Rancid dreams of the poor;
The blood of the rich paying the ransom
Of the head on the door.
Suddenly sky and earth
Are limitless like rock -
Soaring high against the glittering heavens;
A solitary hawk.
I wrote this on May 9, 1994.
Enjoi (batt *grin*)
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Tue Jul 12 17:32:57 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: The Desert Wind Blows
Date: Tue Jul 12 17:32:57 1994
This was an imitation I did for my Contemporary American Poetry class on
Exra Pound's "In A Station At The Metro".....
The Desert Wind Blows
---------------------
The desert wind blows across the littered highway;
Dreams trapped inside phantom lakes.
Enjoi all,
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Tue Jul 12 17:33:47 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: The Desert Wind Blows
Date: Tue Jul 12 17:33:47 1994
oops I meant Ezra Pound not Exra.......*holy typos*
*grin* *chuckle*
From Natalie@yabbs Tue Jul 12 18:31:57 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: dmonger@yabbs
Subject: re: a poem
Date: Tue Jul 12 18:31:57 1994
but it was a 36 hour trip...shouldn't be too bad from vt to pitt...
*grin*
natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Tue Jul 12 18:33:58 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Tue Jul 12 18:33:58 1994
but nothing beats haning out of the light loft window, your feet hooked on
the bench, about 50 feet off the ground, yelling and screaming....and
knowing that 75% of the actors don't have the gust to do that....or the
fact that the techies usually know the show a zillion times better than
the actoprs do (at my HS at least...)
and this is a poem too.
natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Tue Jul 12 18:34:23 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Tue Jul 12 18:34:23 1994
eeeeew....your gross tammie....but i like it....
natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Tue Jul 12 18:35:08 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: re: a poem
Date: Tue Jul 12 18:35:08 1994
*sigh* i know i have to get backl to MI, juju....at least the nebraska
stretch is gonna be at night....
natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Tue Jul 12 18:36:13 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: dmonger@yabbs
Subject: re: oh what the hell
Date: Tue Jul 12 18:36:13 1994
see, you are too an artist....
natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Tue Jul 12 18:37:10 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Faith@yabbs
Subject: re: first poem
Date: Tue Jul 12 18:37:10 1994
*hugs*
it was great, sis
natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Tue Jul 12 18:38:37 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: blech
Date: Tue Jul 12 18:38:37 1994
gee, it's so weird, coming back here after a few days and seeing all the
kazillion posts....i should take a break from the net more often....
natalie
From GPF@yabbs Tue Jul 12 19:59:06 1994
From: GPF@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: blech
Date: Tue Jul 12 19:59:06 1994
i hereby officialy rename this channel "the all nat channel"
:s/officialy/officially
whatever
From dmonger@yabbs Tue Jul 12 20:05:04 1994
From: dmonger@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Tue Jul 12 20:05:04 1994
or dancing on the balcony railing during a show ... the director loved
that (as did the people beneath me ) :)
-peter
From sienna@yabbs Tue Jul 12 21:13:11 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Faith@yabbs
Subject: re: first poem
Date: Tue Jul 12 21:13:11 1994
Very good hon...Keep it up.
*hugs*
Love you, sis,
Dee
From jujubee@yabbs Tue Jul 12 21:58:23 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Faith@yabbs
Subject: re: first poem
Date: Tue Jul 12 21:58:23 1994
i rather enjoyed that! especially the line "Nothing lasts forever and yet
I know these memories .... will haunt me until I breathe my last breath."
wow!
H E A V Y ! !
amazing how well we write in those "certain" times of our lives.....or
shall i say "uncertain"???
juju
From Cat@yabbs Wed Jul 13 00:24:51 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Wed Jul 13 00:24:51 1994
i have the gust to yell and scream...i used to do that when they gave me
the microphone to do sound checks 'cuase i always got this weird power
rush hearing my voice booming and echoing....amde me feel big and powerful
and scary...like the great and powerful wizard of oz when really i'm just
the silly sap hiding behing the curtain pretending i'm something i'm not,
'cause i really wish i was scary
and this is an even better poem :)
-tammie
From Cat@yabbs Wed Jul 13 00:34:37 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: the artist's wife
Date: Wed Jul 13 00:34:37 1994
it is the grief of my young life
to have to be the artist's wife
i come home oh so tired from work
and my husband, the lousy jerk
sits me right down in a chair,
and at my face he starts to stare
he dips his brush into the paint
and i feel like i'm going to faint
he paints my picture for awhile
i was upset, and did not smile
and when he was done, i saw, oh dread
he'd painted a dragon above my head
:grins at nat...it has meter and it rhymes :)
and it's also geometrically pleasing hehehe
From jujubee@yabbs Wed Jul 13 08:38:07 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: the artist's wife
Date: Wed Jul 13 08:38:07 1994
cute! not to be picky or anything, but this is the gripe i always got from
my English profs....did you mean to change tense 3/4 of the way into the
poem???
your nitpicky pain*in*the*you*know*what
jujubee
From dmonger@yabbs Wed Jul 13 09:38:30 1994
From: dmonger@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Wed Jul 13 09:38:30 1994
ah, but did you recite the walrus and the carpenter during them?
-peter
From Cat@yabbs Wed Jul 13 13:53:14 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: re: the artist's wife
Date: Wed Jul 13 13:53:14 1994
yes i did because i was trying to be avant garde :) actually i was bored
last night...or rather early this morning and felt like writing something
meaningless to entertain myself :)
-tammie
From Cat@yabbs Wed Jul 13 13:54:10 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: dmonger@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Wed Jul 13 13:54:10 1994
In message re: <no title>, dmonger said:
> ah, but did you recite the walrus and the carpenter during them?
no guilbert and sullivan
-tammie
From Dee@yabbs Wed Jul 13 15:32:16 1994
From: Dee@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Wed Jul 13 15:32:16 1994
Since when did the poetry base become a commentary on the theatre
technicalities and protocol?
From Dee@yabbs Wed Jul 13 15:33:50 1994
From: Dee@yabbs
To: Dee@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Wed Jul 13 15:33:50 1994
*sigh* that sounded bitchy, but I didn't mean to be so caustic. Please
forgive me....abandonment does that to a girl.
p.s. I liked being behind the scenes better only in drama...in chorus I
lived being center stage in a solo....
Dee
aka sienna
From dmonger@yabbs Wed Jul 13 17:15:33 1994
From: dmonger@yabbs
To: Dee@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Wed Jul 13 17:15:33 1994
since when is it JUST a poetry base?
sides, its better talking about it here than on #hack
-peter
From sienna@yabbs Wed Jul 13 17:22:10 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: dmonger@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Wed Jul 13 17:22:10 1994
*sigh* I said I didn't mean to sound bitchy....
I suppose we can talk about anything we wish to on here....this is America
afterall.
Dee
From jujubee@yabbs Wed Jul 13 22:51:34 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: the artist's wife
Date: Wed Jul 13 22:51:34 1994
okay...just checkin' like a good
English prof would! ;) heheheh...
you avante garde poetess, you!
From Terrius@yabbs Wed Jul 13 23:12:33 1994
From: Terrius@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Nevermind.
Date: Wed Jul 13 23:12:33 1994
Formally decided I don't care. Go about your business.
-Tb
My plan is to find happiness. If you want to call that a plan.
It is not a plan so much as an objective... I would usually think of a
plan as steps intended to *achieve* a particular objective. Yet each
step could in and of itself be broken down into an infinite number of
smaller objectives, which must be executed in order to achieve the
primary objective. One can wonder whether or not it is truly possible
to have an ideal "plan" in any terms other than micromolecular
movements.
Regardless, I think that the first step of my plan in order to achieve
my objective is to worry less about semantics.
From Cat@yabbs Thu Jul 14 00:21:25 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: Dee@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Thu Jul 14 00:21:25 1994
In message re: <no title>, Dee said:
> Since when did the poetry base become a commentary on the theatre
> technicalities and protocol?
hmm i went off on a tangent and took dmonger and nat with me....but i
have also noticed this base being used for cutsie ootsie love stuff
too ;)
and it's called poetry and creative writing...and since theatre and stuff
is creative and we were writing about it.....
-tammie
From Cat@yabbs Thu Jul 14 00:23:58 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: Terrius@yabbs
Subject: re: Nevermind.
Date: Thu Jul 14 00:23:58 1994
interesting...i bet you were good in geometry...i wasn't..i can't break
things down into littler sequential steps. it's easier for me to view
things as a whole and plans seem to fall apart. for me things that are
unplanned turnout better..but interesting post all the same
From Death@yabbs Thu Jul 14 01:14:10 1994
From: Death@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: Fear...
Date: Thu Jul 14 01:14:10 1994
Thanx pbj... And everyone. That post was my journal entry of the worst, or
possibly the best, experience of my life... I'd like to say that all of
you are great friends and, for the first time in my life, I feel that I
can open myself up and talk about my past with you...
Thanx fot being here...
*hugs*
--Les
From Dee@yabbs Thu Jul 14 11:10:11 1994
From: Dee@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Thu Jul 14 11:10:11 1994
Sorry, Tammie.
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Thu Jul 14 18:51:56 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: The Ides of March
Date: Thu Jul 14 18:51:56 1994
The Ides of March
-----------------
Sometimes
I fear for my sanity
The world is dead to me
As I am dead to the world
I keep falling....
Falling...
Deeper into the black abyss
Funny how every time
I think I've hit bottom
It turns out only to be a
Ledge....
And I always find a way
To continue my descent down
I will never hit bottom
For me there is no bottom
I will just keep falling...
Falling...
Forever into the blackness
Dee
(c) 1994
From Maliach@yabbs Thu Jul 14 22:39:53 1994
From: Maliach@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: The Price
Date: Thu Jul 14 22:39:53 1994
The sunlight, golden and red,
Faded as the two walked on,
The dreams they have are great,
To each dream there is a price.
The first price was the hearts,
To one another,
The secaond price was the love,
Each love was new,
The love that each has is different.
His is love of new,
Hers is a love of old--
Time seperates the two,
But both are together in the hearts.
The price was paid,
And each is endebted to the other.
Not for bad reason,
But for their hearts.......
Any way that is one of my poems....:)
Mali
From Death@yabbs Fri Jul 15 01:40:54 1994
From: Death@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: The Ides of March
Date: Fri Jul 15 01:40:54 1994
that was beautiful Dee... It expresses life perfectly...
*hug*
--Les
From sienna@yabbs Fri Jul 15 04:42:24 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Maliach@yabbs
Subject: re: The Price
Date: Fri Jul 15 04:42:24 1994
Took my breath away, Maliach.
Dee
From Badger01@yabbs Fri Jul 15 12:53:09 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Goodbye...
Date: Fri Jul 15 12:53:09 1994
Well, I'm not gonna be living where I live now for the rest of the year at
least, and I modst likely won't have INet access, so this is
goodbye...Since this is the board I like the most, I thought I'd say
goodbye on it, so here I am. Natalie, Cat, Hawke, Sienna, anybody who I'm
forgetting in my haste, I hope to hear from or meet you all someday.
Everybody keep writing...I'll look for your work.
Badger01
From Death@yabbs Sat Jul 16 01:46:14 1994
From: Death@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Schindler's List
Date: Sat Jul 16 01:46:14 1994
I know that this is a little outdated, but it's something I wrote shortly
after seeing the movie...
"Whoever saves one life, saves the world entire"
Many Jews will recognize this verse as being from the Talmud. Millions of
people, Jews and Gentiles alike, will now recognize it as the hebrew verse
inscribed on the gold ring given to Oscar Schindler by the eleven hundred Jews
who he saved from death in the Holocaust, just before he fled after the war
ended. Steven Spielberg's movie, "Schindler's List," was an amazing depiction
of the suffering of the Jews during the Holocaust and one man's fight to save
them. The history of Oscar Schindler and the Shchindlerjuden, as told in
Spielberg's movie, is a means by which the whole world can be educated about the
Holocaust. As I was coming out of the movie, I saw the line to get in stretching
all the way around the theater. In that line were not only Jews, but Gentiles
too. Spielberg's name lends the movie credence: people will see it. Then, they
will believe it.
Throughout the movie the person sitting behind me was continually gasping
in horror. She couldn't believe that it had been that gruesome. While many
people complain that the killings in the movie were too graphic, I believe that
they were necessary. The American public has been so sensitized to violence that
it would take something as graphic as seeing somebody shot in their head, with
the blood spurting out into the snow, to shock us. Thus Spielberg, who until now
has shown hardly any violence (dinosaurs excluded) in any of his films, has
reached out to hit us with what will really sink in--"Schindler's List" will not
be passed off as "just another movie." When the ashes from the fires at Krakow
were raining down on the car, the woman behind me said softly, terrified, "Oh my
G-d, those are ASHES..." and then faded into stunned silence. The movie, even
in black and white, was just so real that, although it was unbelievable, it had
to be believed.
I came out of the movie feeling more emotionally drained than I have ever
felt before, and thinking very much about what I had just seen. I now know that
my decision not to go to Poland this summer, just to go on USY Israel Pilgrimage,
without the trip to Poland was a wise one--I wouldn't have been able to handle
it, at least not yet. I also thought about two very important words: NEVER
AGAIN. This is a promise that every Jew makes to himself, and to the world.
However, it is a promise being broken, even as I am writing this, right before
our eyes. Today in Bosnia crimes just as atrocious, if not more so, as those
committed during the Holocaust are taking place. We can not, as Jews or as Human
Beings, stand by and watch it happen.
My heart still beats inside my breast
While friends depart for other worlds.
Perhaps it's better - who can say? -
Than watching this, to die today?
No, no, my G-d, we want to live!
Not watch our numbers melt away.
We want to have a better world,
We want to work - we must not die!
These are the words of a 12 year old girl, Eva Pickov<6F>, during the
Holocaust. There are people, children, in Bosnia today, who feel the same way.
If we stand by and watch them die, then we are no better than the nazis
themselves, for the Jews had people like Oscar Schindler, but the people of
Bosnia have nobody but the rest of the world.
--Les
From Death@yabbs Sat Jul 16 01:48:45 1994
From: Death@yabbs
To: Death@yabbs
Subject: re: Schindler's List
Date: Sat Jul 16 01:48:45 1994
Oops... the spacing on that got a bit messed up... Also, I noticed one
typo: the author of that poem (which is a few verses longer in its
entirety) was Eva Pickova.
From Elbereth@yabbs Sat Jul 16 15:14:22 1994
From: Elbereth@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Dog Face
Date: Sat Jul 16 15:14:22 1994
Dog Face
--------
Tail wagging,
proud of yellow snow.
From Dee@yabbs Sat Jul 16 15:22:21 1994
From: Dee@yabbs
To: Death@yabbs
Subject: re: Schindler's List
Date: Sat Jul 16 15:22:21 1994
Les,
You are absolutely right....
Dee
From Natalie@yabbs Sat Jul 16 15:54:16 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: GPF@yabbs
Subject: re: blech
Date: Sat Jul 16 15:54:16 1994
YES!
YES!
YES!
YES!
natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Sat Jul 16 15:55:12 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: the artist's wife
Date: Sat Jul 16 15:55:12 1994
j'aime beaucoup...
hehehehe
natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Sat Jul 16 15:55:41 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Dee@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Sat Jul 16 15:55:41 1994
it's poetry, dammit!!!!!
natalie
:)
From Natalie@yabbs Sat Jul 16 15:56:30 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Sat Jul 16 15:56:30 1994
what cutsie ootsie love stuff?
natalie
From BlueMax@yabbs Sun Jul 17 08:17:02 1994
From: BlueMax@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: re: blech
Date: Sun Jul 17 08:17:02 1994
No!
No!
No!
No!
'Drew
(:P
From Natalie@yabbs Sun Jul 17 14:41:59 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: BlueMax@yabbs
Subject: re: re: blech
Date: Sun Jul 17 14:41:59 1994
fine, be that way.
natalie
:)
From Maliach@yabbs Sun Jul 17 14:54:41 1994
From: Maliach@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Soul's Gift's
Date: Sun Jul 17 14:54:41 1994
Your eyes ask questions,
Qusestions of past and persent,
Like a great bird wanting to be free,
Your eyes want to feast on the soul.
I want to give you the eternal gift,
But what will you give me?
You bring me pain and hurt,
Everything is good or bad,
Like flowers in a field,
The desisons are plucked.
Every tear drop we have shed,
Is all the gift need to grow,
Teardrops, teardrops, lovely teardrops.....
Anyways that is one of my poems..wahtcha think?
Mali
From sienna@yabbs Sun Jul 17 16:58:35 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Maliach@yabbs
Subject: re: Soul's Gift's
Date: Sun Jul 17 16:58:35 1994
Mali,
All I can say is that your poem really touched my heart....It made me
think of all that I have lost and gained in my own life and the prices I
had to pay in the long run.....thanks for sharing this poem!
Dee
From bart@yabbs Sun Jul 17 18:24:28 1994
From: bart@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: PoEm
Date: Sun Jul 17 18:24:28 1994
Here's my shot at poetry..
Love
What is it?
Lust
Who needs it?
Romance
I want it
Butterfinger
MINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE DONT TOUCH IT ITS MY BUTTERFINGER
GIME GIME GMI|
GIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMME DONT TOUCH
I WILL KEEL YOU MON!
(Beavis Mode on) settle down Bart
-=-BarT-=-
From Maliach@yabbs Sun Jul 17 20:40:49 1994
From: Maliach@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Hurt
Date: Sun Jul 17 20:40:49 1994
This is a poem that i wrote to help me deal with my past...
Hurt
Why did you hurt me?
All you wanted to do was see,
A little girl hurt.....
You took all my childhood dreams,
All the time laughing at my expence,
You thought I would crumble--
But you were mistaken....
Your hurt made me strong.
Everytime I think of the hurt,
I think of my best friend,
He never left me in all the pain.
No matter what He loves me,
And He still does....
Some of the hurt has disappered ,
With His divine grace.
He loves me and even you--
So the hurt is gone--
You are forgiven by me and Him.........
Mali
From Skywise@yabbs Sun Jul 17 20:52:33 1994
From: Skywise@yabbs
To: bart@yabbs
Subject: re: PoEm
Date: Sun Jul 17 20:52:33 1994
THAT WAS THE *BEST*!
your pal,
Skywise
From Faith@yabbs Sun Jul 17 23:01:29 1994
From: Faith@yabbs
To: Maliach@yabbs
Subject: your poems
Date: Sun Jul 17 23:01:29 1994
I can relate to a couple
of things in it. I look forward to reading more of it sometime soon.
Faith
From Faith@yabbs Sun Jul 17 23:10:07 1994
From: Faith@yabbs
To: Maliach@yabbs
Subject: your poems
Date: Sun Jul 17 23:10:07 1994
t cut off. I just wanted to
say that I loved your poems. I think I can relate to some of the stuff
and I hope to read more soon.
Faith :)
From dmonger@yabbs Mon Jul 18 00:08:51 1994
From: dmonger@yabbs
To: Maliach@yabbs
Subject: re: Hurt
Date: Mon Jul 18 00:08:51 1994
wow
-peter
From sienna@yabbs Mon Jul 18 00:25:11 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Maliach@yabbs
Subject: re: Hurt
Date: Mon Jul 18 00:25:11 1994
Damn....did you live my life or something? Mali, I want to say that I am
very glad that you have been sharing your poetry on here....It has touched
me, moved me, lifted me, inspired me.....
Keep it up!
Dee
From Death@yabbs Mon Jul 18 01:17:57 1994
From: Death@yabbs
To: Maliach@yabbs
Subject: re: Hurt
Date: Mon Jul 18 01:17:57 1994
Wow...
I've felt the same way so many times... I could never express it like that
though...
I love your writing... It seems to reflect my own life quite a bit...
Keep up the good work!
--Les
From BlueMax@yabbs Mon Jul 18 09:11:50 1994
From: BlueMax@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: re: re: blech
Date: Mon Jul 18 09:11:50 1994
Maybe!
Maybe!
Maybe!
Maybe!
Maybe!
'Drew
:P
From Skywise@yabbs Mon Jul 18 09:50:16 1994
From: Skywise@yabbs
To: farmer@yabbs
Subject: my sensitive side
Date: Mon Jul 18 09:50:16 1994
Late at night, on the farm
when there's no more work to do
and the chilling of the evening
starts to get the best of you,
you can hear them in the meadow,
you can hear them in the corn
with their tuba and their clarinet,
accordian, and horn.
You know that they are out there
and will play until the dawn.
Even thought you think they're pretty good
you wish that they were gone
off to where it is pigs go
at this late time of night.
Oh why can't they be sleeping?
It really isn't right
for piggies such as them
to be honking and tubaing and drumming and clarineting
and dancing and frolicing it's REALLY upsetting.
In the daylight, they're nice
as they grunt and they wiggle
but at night...if you have good ears...and listen very close...and get
real..real quiet
you can hear the piggies giggle
AS THEY SING AND THEY DANCE
AND THEY PLAY AND THEY SHOUT!
I DON'T KNOW WHY I STAY HERE!
I'm moving out.
From Natalie@yabbs Mon Jul 18 12:15:39 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: BlueMax@yabbs
Subject: re: re: re: blech
Date: Mon Jul 18 12:15:39 1994
possibly!
possibly!
possibly!
possibly!
possibly!
natalie
:)
From Badger01@yabbs Mon Jul 18 14:52:56 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: I GET TO STAY HERE!
Date: Mon Jul 18 14:52:56 1994
I didn't have to move out after all (THEY'RE FLOATING ME THE RENT! It's
soo cool.)
Here's a couple of Poems I wrote today:
STONEWATERBOY
The boy rimed
slowcarvened from whiteblue
glacial ice never thaws
never melts while it flows like a tortisea
Missisippi of Kelvinized water
pushed along oldest brown on earth
rocks from time mammals
had scales under thier fur
so slo
the
cracks
form pushed
by
the
weightwaves oldest crest on the surface
colder than space
glacial mass contorts
mountains in his frame
moving slowest
never stops cannot fall
glacier presses on
and
on
like an unwanting implanted
childparent
boy is cut from the mass
without fail
it presses on
Nothing will deter him
can halt the advance
Made from neverliquidatedry Hydroxygen
The bones of Ymir
Quailing
Squeezing on until kisses ocean brother
Nothing
an absenteed-off broodmare can inflict
with tongue or hands
can prevent
the flowing of the ice up north
in his veins
From Natalie@yabbs Mon Jul 18 16:22:40 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Badger01@yabbs
Subject: re: I GET TO STAY HERE!
Date: Mon Jul 18 16:22:40 1994
"the bones of ymir"
YES!!!!!!! a reference to the norse myth of creation :)
maybe i'll post my poem of allusions to norse mythology...not very good,
but i did make an actual kenning in it :)
natlaie
natalie even
i hate it when i misspell my name
*sigh*
From Badger01@yabbs Mon Jul 18 19:06:47 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: Norse Myth
Date: Mon Jul 18 19:06:47 1994
Not to brag, but here at RWU I'm the local expert on all things Norse,
from actual history to Myth...noit that that is hard at this academic
cesspool...but yeah, I like to allude to the Northman myths
Remind me to post "Yggdrasil" sometime
Badger01
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Jul 18 19:33:43 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: Maliach@yabbs
Subject: re: Soul's Gift's
Date: Mon Jul 18 19:33:43 1994
mali .....
i really like your poem ...i know, i know ...i'm only reading it now, but
i just saw it .....
it fits my mood to a "T", and its really good
l8rs *wave*
Trouble!/Billee/Sorceress/MoonShadow/TedeBere
From Dee@yabbs Mon Jul 18 23:27:39 1994
From: Dee@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: I GET TO STAY HERE!
Date: Mon Jul 18 23:27:39 1994
*hug*
It was rather...um...poetic of you, Nat, mispelling your own name...I
suppose we could all sit around here and debate the symbolism in
that...hehehe (just kidding, my sarcastic side is taking over ahhhhh!)
Anyway, just wanted to comment on that...for no real good reason. hehehe
Love ya,
Dee
From HC@yabbs Tue Jul 19 01:55:08 1994
From: HC@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Rememberance
Date: Tue Jul 19 01:55:08 1994
s screwing up
the first part of the posts]
Title: Rememberance
Author: HCoyote
I looked into the glinting blade.
The past hurdling through my eyes
I saw the pain she caused
Why did she hurt me?
I gazed into the shimmering edge,
Longing to find the goodtimes
That I once knew.
Alas, I found none.
My life...
Full of pain...
Is not worth living.
I gazed into the murky sharpness of the knife.
Crimson red flowing down onto my bloody hand
I didn't feel the pain.
I couldn't feel the pain.
I took my last glimpse...
A glimpse of the stars above.
I close my eyes
And fall asleep...
Forever.
----------
(c)1994 HCoyote
From sienna@yabbs Tue Jul 19 02:57:33 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: HC@yabbs
Subject: re: Rememberance
Date: Tue Jul 19 02:57:33 1994
Wow....
HC, that was...well, it......damn.
Let's just say that I can relate...
*hug*
Dee
From pbj@yabbs Tue Jul 19 03:11:16 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: hc@yabbs
Subject: re: Rememberance
Date: Tue Jul 19 03:11:16 1994
wow...they may be few but wow when they come....
nite bu-udy
sweet dreams
colleen marie
From Scar-eye@yabbs Tue Jul 19 09:37:21 1994
From: Scar-eye@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: As I threatened...
Date: Tue Jul 19 09:37:21 1994
As I threatened yesterday...My Norse Myth inspired Poem, YGGDRASIL.
YGGDRASIL (Written 9/29/92---And YES, I know it sucks)
In my hands
Dull spikes glintpierced
August clouds before rain fall
My flesholds on and screams
holding me
on the tree
My facecradle open
Bloodpus yelloweblack hole
Blackened with white that shows
Hanging on
Nine days
Ribshattered aside
Gungir slid between the slats
Witheringrip ashhaft
Inchscribed stained runesigils
my bloodlove worn deep in wood
by my hands
Wind roars in my caveskull sandy pounding waves
lungs strain to rend brittlebreastbone
mottlepatchy brownmange dogs leap cavortsnap at my heels
head heavy pullsnaps twigneck still against shoulder
around my parchmentthin skin
frayrotting hemp hangman's knot
beggar's hemp stitched with rottenskin
Whitepale sun ripping skin away as I hang
no water for me
here hang on the tree
Hugin freke gere shriek for me
circleing head scream while I can't
beaks stickybrown gnawing at my seared saggings
blueblack birdling tear at the air with dead wings
cut and cutting
through my prayers
My chest expandss expands pounds
drumhead heart tight and past the limit of flesh
red musclemass pushed runny
breath a hiss harsh dry up here
Wait for the answer
dying for me
As I said yesterday...Not my best work.
Scar-eye Rossi (Funny how life imitates art)
From Maliach@yabbs Tue Jul 19 11:34:57 1994
From: Maliach@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: The Unicorn
Date: Tue Jul 19 11:34:57 1994
There is one thing that all need to know about me..I love mythical
creatures, such as unicorns and dragons....:)
Unicorn
The sound of thousands of hooves, sounding like thunder,
Ligth and airy in their cause,
White an puredare their hearts,
Color of every color in thier tails,
Might steeds of the gods,
Unicorns as they are called.
The grat gigt fom the Great Spirit his peolpe,
Like a dream, not yet awaken,
The unicorn runs in the starry sky.
Showing the way to the pure of heart,
The unicorn is part of the world between dream and wake,
The truth they prevail is astonishing to imagine.
The unicorn also showes faith a hope..........
Mali
From sienna@yabbs Tue Jul 19 13:06:35 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Scar-eye@yabbs
Subject: re: As I threatened...
Date: Tue Jul 19 13:06:35 1994
Wow, Matt.....
The images are....well, striking.....
I don't like the subject matter but I can appreciate the pictures you
painted in MY mind!
*hug*
Keep it up!
Dee
P.S.
By the way: I am glad you aren't leaving us after all!
:)
From sienna@yabbs Tue Jul 19 13:07:06 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Maliach@yabbs
Subject: re: The Unicorn
Date: Tue Jul 19 13:07:06 1994
Mali, once again....
THANKS!
Dee
*hug*
From Mae@yabbs Tue Jul 19 17:18:54 1994
From: Mae@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: <no title>
Date: Tue Jul 19 17:18:54 1994
Music is a window into the soul allowing love and happiness to flow
freely for one being to another.
From Death@yabbs Wed Jul 20 02:20:41 1994
From: Death@yabbs
To: HC@yabbs
Subject: re: Rememberance
Date: Wed Jul 20 02:20:41 1994
Well said!
I hope to see more of your writing...
--Les
From Death@yabbs Wed Jul 20 02:26:28 1994
From: Death@yabbs
To: scar@yabbs
Subject: re: As I threatened...
Date: Wed Jul 20 02:26:28 1994
hmm... what happened to your user ID? it keeps saying you don't exist...
Anyways, I loved the imagery in that poem, and it was definitely in the
Norse veign... It could have been better, but it's good enough for having
been written at all...
--Les
From Death@yabbs Wed Jul 20 02:28:35 1994
From: Death@yabbs
To: Maliach@yabbs
Subject: re: The Unicorn
Date: Wed Jul 20 02:28:35 1994
Beautiful!!!
I, too, like mythical creatures, and have spent quite a bit of time
studying them... that was a beautiful and stirring depiction of the
unicorn...
thanx again for sharing with us
--Les
From jujubee@yabbs Wed Jul 20 08:14:02 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Elbereth@yabbs
Subject: re: Dog Face
Date: Wed Jul 20 08:14:02 1994
in regards to your heartwarming poem, my kitty was soooooo happy to see
me after my 4 day vacation, he surprised me w/promptly bringing home a
dead rat after i released him from his confinement...he's such a good
hunter! *8^]
gotta love those pets!!!
From jujubee@yabbs Wed Jul 20 08:15:08 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: kittycat
Date: Wed Jul 20 08:15:08 1994
kitty cat
feet goes pit-a-pat
brings me home
a big fat rat
From jujubee@yabbs Wed Jul 20 08:19:26 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: damn!
Date: Wed Jul 20 08:19:26 1994
oops...realize i made a major grammatical error...DUH! here goes again...
kitty cat
feet go pit-a-pat
brings me home
a big fat rat
From jujubee@yabbs Wed Jul 20 08:19:47 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: mae@yabbs
Subject: music
Date: Wed Jul 20 08:19:47 1994
yep...well said, Mae....
From Dee@yabbs Wed Jul 20 09:45:56 1994
From: Dee@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: your poem
Date: Wed Jul 20 09:45:56 1994
Very uplifting ode to your cat, juju...hehehe I LIKED it!
:)
Dee
aka sienna
From sienna@yabbs Wed Jul 20 12:01:00 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Hawke@yabbs
Subject: Right Here Waiting
Date: Wed Jul 20 12:01:00 1994
Right Here Waiting
------------------
Oceans apart, day after day....
And I slowly go insane.
I hear your voice on the line,
But it doesn't stop the pain.
If I see you next to never,
Then how can say forever?
Wherever you go,
whatever you do,
I will be right here waiting for you.
Whatever it takes
Or how my heart breaks,
I will be right here waiting for you.
I took for granted all the times,
That I thought would last somehow.
I hear the laughter, I taste the tears,
But I can't get near you now.
Oh, can't you see it baby?
You've got me going crazy...
Wherever you go,
Whatever you do,
I will be right here waiting for you.
Whatever it takes,
or how my heart breaks,
I will be right here waiting for you.
I wonder how we can survive this romace...
But in the end if I'm with you,
I'll take the chance...
Wherever you go
Whatever you do,
I will be right here waiting for you.
Whatever it takes,
Or how my heart breaks,
I will be right here waiting for you...
Waiting for you......
-Richard Marx
"Right Here Waiting"
Dee
From jujubee@yabbs Wed Jul 20 12:03:15 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Dee@yabbs
Subject: re: your poem
Date: Wed Jul 20 12:03:15 1994
well, you can imagine my chagrin at seeing a disgusting rat laying on the
porch when i went outside this morning...YUK!!! :(
:(
From Skywise@yabbs Wed Jul 20 13:40:02 1994
From: Skywise@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: re: kittycat
Date: Wed Jul 20 13:40:02 1994
that was cool hehehehe :)
your pal,
Skywise
(this is not a poem)
From Skywise@yabbs Wed Jul 20 13:40:56 1994
From: Skywise@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: re: damn!
Date: Wed Jul 20 13:40:56 1994
the revision was even cooler hehehehe
your pal,
Skywise
(this is a poem)
From Skywise@yabbs Wed Jul 20 13:42:45 1994
From: Skywise@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: re: your poem
Date: Wed Jul 20 13:42:45 1994
more! more! more description of the disgusting rat laying on the porch!
your pal,
Skywise
From Badger01@yabbs Wed Jul 20 16:15:04 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Me and YABBS have decided
Date: Wed Jul 20 16:15:04 1994
Me and the BBS have decided I should stay Badger01
(OKAY, IT decded for us)
Badger01
From Skywise@yabbs Wed Jul 20 16:38:34 1994
From: Skywise@yabbs
To: blah@yabbs
Subject: blah
Date: Wed Jul 20 16:38:34 1994
[Y]ou and your [E]lectric [D]reams
They all zombie around
wearing [P]erfumed [M]inds
and their black sunglasses
and we want to k
i
l
l
them but they are us.
From Biohazrd@yabbs Thu Jul 21 12:04:40 1994
From: Biohazrd@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Weirded Out
Date: Thu Jul 21 12:04:40 1994
They sit and stare at me...I don't fit, I never will, they have the
sheep-glaze over their eyes, hooded like a snakes...they all wear white or
pastels...they see me in my black and know that I am inside of me, rotten
and rotting away.
"I don't understand how people can hate other people for little things
like their religon, or the color of their skin." Says one of them, I'm
wearing my shades and drawing so I don't see her.
"It's easy." I say.
"You have something to share with the class?" Askes the teacher, who
should have died in 1970 because he's stuck with Ram Dass in his head
doing the thinking for him, never has an original thought.
"Yeah, I guess I do. It's easy to hate for skin color...it's easy to
hate for religon. Anything, taste in clothes or music, weight, hair color,
speech patern, anything can make us hate. We hate freely and beautifully.
We hate better then anything, because we are humans. And all humans are
inherently evil."
From Badger01@yabbs Thu Jul 21 12:28:02 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: Biohazrd@yabbs
Subject: re: Weirded Out
Date: Thu Jul 21 12:28:02 1994
There's something you don't see everyday.
Badger01
From jujubee@yabbs Thu Jul 21 14:22:44 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Biohazrd@yabbs
Subject: re: Weirded Out
Date: Thu Jul 21 14:22:44 1994
hmmmmm....to think that i always thought ppl hated because they had
nothing better to do w/their otherwise dreary, monotonous lives.....
From sienna@yabbs Thu Jul 21 16:28:52 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: re: Weirded Out
Date: Thu Jul 21 16:28:52 1994
I always thought people hated out of ignorance.....
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Thu Jul 21 16:31:03 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: A Thousand Hours
Date: Thu Jul 21 16:31:03 1994
A Thousand Hours
----------------
For how much longer can I howl into this wind?
For how much longer
Can I cry like this?
A thousand wasted hours a day
Just to feel my heart for a second
A thousand hours just thrown away
Just to feel my heart for a second
For how much longer can I howl into this wind?
From jujubee@yabbs Thu Jul 21 17:17:45 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: Weirded Out
Date: Thu Jul 21 17:17:45 1994
yeah, that was the other reason that slipped my mind...also out of envy...
From jujubee@yabbs Thu Jul 21 17:19:29 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: A Thousand Hours
Date: Thu Jul 21 17:19:29 1994
AAAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!! That's one of my favorite tunes!!! Might I tell
the yabbs viewers/audience that that is none other than the infamous
Robert Smith crooning his heart out????
jujubee smiles contentedly and slips into a Cure trance............
From sienna@yabbs Thu Jul 21 17:23:10 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Fight
Date: Thu Jul 21 17:23:10 1994
Sometimes there's nothing to feel
(i'm in the room without a view)
Sometimes there's nothing to hold
(in the room without a light)
Sometimes there's no time to run away
(i'm here for one more treacherous night)
Sometimes you just feel so old
(my soul is cut and broken, cold)
The times it hurts when you cry
(tonight i'm feeling like an animal)
The times it hurts just to breathe
(tonight i'm howling inside)
And then it seems like there's no one left
(i never wanted it to end like this)
And all you want is to sleep
(six feet deep beneath the street)
Fight
(push it away)
Fight
(push it until it breaks)
Fight
(don't cry at the pain)
Fight
(or watch yourself burn again)
Fight
(just fill up the sky)
Fight
So when the hurting starts
(tonight i'm screaming like an animal)
And when the nightmares begin
(tonight i'm losing control)
Remember you can fill up the sky
(all i want is to be with you again)
You don't have to give in
(tonight, oh i'm getting so low)
Fight
(push it away)
Fight
(push it until it breaks)
Fight
(don't cry at the pain)
Fight
(or watch yourself burne again)
(or watch yourself burn again)
(or watch yourself burned again)
Fight!
Enjoi,
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Thu Jul 21 17:28:40 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: re: A Thousand Hours
Date: Thu Jul 21 17:28:40 1994
I am so bad....I always forget to do that....
Isn't Robert Smith the greatest? So tortured....
I also combined several of the lyrics from his album Kiss Me, Kiss Me,
Kiss me for the last post called Fight.....kinda tried to make a potporri
of Robert Smith....it also happens to describe my mood and thoughts quite
perfectly!
The Cure is AWESOME!
:)
Dee
P.S. I PROMISE to try and give credit where applicable...not trying to be
a plagerist or anything....*shucks* I am always afraid the damn server
will kick me off before I can save it that I don't pay any attention to
that part...*humble apologies*
Dee
From jujubee@yabbs Thu Jul 21 18:00:32 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: A Thousand Hours
Date: Thu Jul 21 18:00:32 1994
you don't EVER have to apologize to me...i'm pretty easygoing...
i just wanted to disclose the fact to the world that there ARE ppl out
there besides me that listen to (i really like your description) "tortured
poets"....
yeah, the potpourri was pretty interesting...also, i was gonna say that
the Cure helps me out of my most severe depressions every time! most ppl
might think that strange, but they have rescued me from shitty
relationships gone sour, etc.
hang in there and groove w/the finest!
From sienna@yabbs Thu Jul 21 20:32:24 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: re: A Thousand Hours
Date: Thu Jul 21 20:32:24 1994
I agree.....their lyrics are haunting but they have a sort of "gritty"
side to them too.....I think that the Cure has helped me in my times of
depression too....do you know what song got me hooked to them (and which
still remains my favorite...rhetorical question of course)? "Just Like
Heaven" which actually got into mainstream Top 40 stations....kinda
shocking...but I love the imagery in that song...
"Daylight licked me into shape,
I must have been asleep for days,
And moving lips to breathe her name,
I opened up my eyes.
And found myself alone, alone,
Alone above a raging sea,
That stole the only girl I loved
And drowned her deep inside of me."
Incredible.....love lost. love mourned but also love cherished and love
remembered.....all poetically, tragically, beautifully woven together to
create images soft and blurred yet sharp and distinct (Quite the
dialectical score....hehehe)
Enough ramblings....
Enjoi,
Dee
From jujubee@yabbs Thu Jul 21 22:08:14 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: A Thousand Hours
Date: Thu Jul 21 22:08:14 1994
tolja he was a master poet . . . :)
From HC@yabbs Thu Jul 21 23:37:52 1994
From: HC@yabbs
To: Death@yabbs
Subject: re: Rememberance
Date: Thu Jul 21 23:37:52 1994
I'm pissed, but I haven't been REALLY pissed
lately....you may or may not see somthing from me again for quite a
wahile, so don't hold your breath...
From HC@yabbs Thu Jul 21 23:43:18 1994
From: HC@yabbs
To: HC@yabbs
Subject: re: Rememberance
Date: Thu Jul 21 23:43:18 1994
********
***************
In message re: Rememberance, HC said:
> I'm pissed, but I haven't been REALLY pissed
> lately....you may or may not see somthing from me again for quite a
> wahile, so don't hold your breath...
>
Ack...damn this editor....It should have been :
Well....I only write when I'm pissed, but I haven't been REALLY pissed
lately....you may or may not see somthing from me again for quite a
wahile, so don't hold your breath...
[If this gets fucked over again, I'm not gonna post it again]
From Death@yabbs Fri Jul 22 03:28:19 1994
From: Death@yabbs
To: Biohazrd@yabbs
Subject: re: Weirded Out
Date: Fri Jul 22 03:28:19 1994
It's easy to hate... Loving somebody is a lot harder. Many people
never take the time to get to know someone (or a group of someones) before
they decide to hate them. It is this ignorance that causes hate. For
instance, my co-worker has remarked several times to me about how he hates
Jews, although he has yet to come up with a reason why. When I tinformed
him that *I* was Jewish he almost flipped... If you can't even tell that a
person is a member of group that you supposedly hate, theen you have no
business hating them at all...
just a thought that struck me when I read that post...
--Les
From Death@yabbs Fri Jul 22 03:30:00 1994
From: Death@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: Fight
Date: Fri Jul 22 03:30:00 1994
Beautiful!
*hug*
--Les
From topi@yabbs Fri Jul 22 11:17:37 1994
From: topi@yabbs
To: Biohazrd@yabbs
Subject: re: Weirded Out
Date: Fri Jul 22 11:17:37 1994
that was cool. I really like that. :)
-Cath.
From pbj@yabbs Fri Jul 22 19:19:44 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: re: Weirded Out
Date: Fri Jul 22 19:19:44 1994
i thought people hated out of jealousy......or a feeling of
inaducqacy...kind like my spelling
From jujubee@yabbs Fri Jul 22 22:24:27 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: Weirded Out
Date: Fri Jul 22 22:24:27 1994
yeah, i think so, too...a feeling of inadequacy or insecurity...yep...both
of those will work, i'd say....
in the famous words of Jim Morrison.... "people are strange...
"
From Maliach@yabbs Sat Jul 23 20:54:41 1994
From: Maliach@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Untitled
Date: Sat Jul 23 20:54:41 1994
This is a poem that I wrote this week...tell me what you think...:)
Teardops falling down her face,
She can see the fear in his eyes,
He doesn't want to hurt her,
But hurt her, he must,
To prserve his own heart.
He wants everything that she can give,
He wants to give nothing in return,
She can feel herself slipping away,
She can not find the right path.
He realizes the ultimate truth,
She gives the last that she can,
He decides she is worth all the pain,
She decides he is worth all the sorrow,
They come together in the perfect union,
To be with one and for one forever.
Anyways that is my poem...:)
Mali
From Maliach@yabbs Sat Jul 23 23:02:00 1994
From: Maliach@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Untitled
Date: Sat Jul 23 23:02:00 1994
Why do you hide in the shadows?
There is nothing to fear--
Or so they they say.
Others do not understand the problem,
The bertayl of one,
The forgiveness of the other.
Past is forgiven, but hard to forget.
I want to be whole again,
But with the pain, how can I?
All you did was destroy,
You think that now I am a lost child,
You are wrong!
The hatered that I have for you,
Has made me strive,
You thought I was a sill child--
And I would not know right from wrong,
You took my most precious gift,
And you thought it would be alright,
Now I feel like a half person,
But now my soul is finding its soulmate,
Even though you destroyed part of it.
Every night I cry for taht lost child,
The one that you created,
You laughted and forced,
But why?
What was running through your mind?
As you took my chilhood,
Dreams torment me,
Because of of the images of hurt,
I hate you!
All you do is laugh at me in my dreams;
But you did not count on the white knight.
As the deams started ,
He would come in and save this child.
So be gone with you--
You are not here in the present.
So disappear into the shadows,
You firey beast of torment--
Go back to your master--
And leave this child with happiness in her heart!
Anyways that is my poem....what do you think it means?
From Natalie@yabbs Sun Jul 24 01:21:32 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Maliach@yabbs
Subject: re: Untitled
Date: Sun Jul 24 01:21:32 1994
um...just one thing i noticed about this...you tend to start your lines
with a lot of the same words...i don't know if you're trying to get a
rhythmic effect with that or if that's jsthow it's happening...i saw it as
more repetitious then rhythmic...but that's just my $0.02
natalie
From pbj@yabbs Sun Jul 24 01:56:16 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: re: Weirded Out
Date: Sun Jul 24 01:56:16 1994
that is sooo weird that you mention "people are strange" i just heard it
twice at the pool hall tonight....Lost Boys????
sorry that was off the subject...oh well....
Colleen Marie...Mirrors...Aweburning...pbj
From jujubee@yabbs Sun Jul 24 01:56:17 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Maliach@yabbs
Subject: re: Untitled
Date: Sun Jul 24 01:56:17 1994
well i dunno...it sounds kinda "Sinead-ish" to me....
kinda reminds me of a song of hers...lemme think of the name of it....
well, some of the lyrics are (since i'm so bad w/titles)
"why must you always be around...why can't you just leave me be....
you've done nothing so far but destroy my life, you cause as much sorrow
dead as you did when you were alive..."
and i think that song had to do w/abortion...who knows...i could be
waaaaay off base here....
From jujubee@yabbs Sun Jul 24 01:57:47 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Maliach@yabbs
Subject: re: Untitled
Date: Sun Jul 24 01:57:47 1994
who knows? after reading it again, my guess is that it's about either a
jilted lover or a girl that had shit for parents...dunno....
those are my interpretations..however weak they may be....
From Eli@yabbs Sun Jul 24 10:36:56 1994
From: Eli@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Hatred.
Date: Sun Jul 24 10:36:56 1994
A girl sat
Her hair disheveled
Tears wanted to roll down her face
but they wouldn't come.
Inside, feelings brooded
No reason.
At least not that she could see.
It hurt.
Tears rolled.
but Nothing was achieved.
She forms a question
but it is never asked
It continues to brood inside of her.
Its like hate that comes from nowhere
She wants to scream
She wants to tear things up
She wants to get this feeling out of her body.
She feels so lost
So trapped within her own body.
From sienna@yabbs Sun Jul 24 16:26:39 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Eli@yabbs
Subject: re: Hatred.
Date: Sun Jul 24 16:26:39 1994
I just wanted to say that you could have been writing about me....
I was really touched by the imagery. I guess the line that really got to
me the most was "She feels so lost...so trapped within her own body." That
and the line that said "Tears wanted to roll down her face but they
wouldn't come."
Thanks for posting that.
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Sun Jul 24 16:48:17 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Somebody
Date: Sun Jul 24 16:48:17 1994
I have been on a serios Cure and Depesche Mode kick lately, and as I was
listening to the new tape I bought called "Catching Up With Depesche
Mode", I heard a song of theirs which I hadn't heard in quite a few years
called "Somebody" which I decided to post here because I feel the same and
it is a beautiful song.
SOMEBODY
--------
I want somebody to share
Share the rest of my life
Share my innermost thoughts
Know my intimate details
Someone who'll stand by my side
And give me support
And in return s(he'll) get my support
She will to listen to me
When I want to speak
About the worlkd we live in
And life in general
Though my views may be wrong
They may even be perverted
S(he'll) hear me out
And won't easily be converted
To my way of thinking
In fact, s(he'll) often disagree
And at the end of it all
S(he) will understand me
I want somebody who cares
For me passionately
With every thought and with every breath
Someone who'll help me see things
In a different light
All the things I detest
I will almost like
I don't want to be tied
To anyone's strings
I'm carefully trying to stay clear of those things
But when I'm asleep
I want somebody
Who will put their arms around me
And kiss me tenderly
Little things like this
Make me sick
In a case like this
I'll get away with it
Enjoi,
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Sun Jul 24 20:36:58 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: <no title>
Date: Sun Jul 24 20:36:58 1994
Screaming inside a mind that holds many rooms
Counting one, two, three, four.....
Why didn't you just take my heart and shred it
Shred it from inside to outside, circumfrance to core?
Oh! I see, you already did shred it...I thought it was confetti
Counting five, six, seven, eight....
Why didn't you just leave me to cry
Cry from truth being told cold straight?
Oh! I see, you did leave me to cry...I thought it was rain
Counting nine, ten, eleven, twelve....
Why didn't you just turn your back
Turn your back on an ocean into which I delve?
Oh! I see, you did turn your back...I thought it was love.
Counting...too tired to count anymore...the numbers run into one another.
From pbj@yabbs Mon Jul 25 03:16:00 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: improv
Date: Mon Jul 25 03:16:00 1994
full moon
hell yeah my heart is empty
fallling down
hope stripped from my veins
she cries to a solitary picture
hung crooked on the wall
she cries and noone has
taken her seriously at all
full moon
and my stone sinks in my chest
i fell down
and noone can save me
she sits and wonders
why she must wait
waiting only makes her heart
stiffen and quake
half moon
coming round the sphere
i stood up
and wiped my tears
enjoi....
Aweburning mirrors Colleen Marie pbj
oh yeah..(c) 1994 Aweburning
From Death@yabbs Mon Jul 25 03:54:11 1994
From: Death@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: improv
Date: Mon Jul 25 03:54:11 1994
Beautifully put...
*hug*
--Les
From Badger01@yabbs Mon Jul 25 10:47:07 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Killing Time.
Date: Mon Jul 25 10:47:07 1994
Waiting
In line here in the Whiteplace
behind the smelliest person alive
Bugs circle her tangled hair yellowred
Should have renewed it by mail.
Badger01
From sienna@yabbs Mon Jul 25 11:06:16 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Badger01@yabbs
Subject: re: Killing Time.
Date: Mon Jul 25 11:06:16 1994
Wow, that was "poetic"....very true too!
hehehe
*hugs*
Dee
From Lestat!@yabbs Mon Jul 25 16:12:34 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Fair Black blood
Date: Mon Jul 25 16:12:34 1994
The message the moon the cocoon
my blood is on your shoulders
remember your shoulders
give me more more more love sex green hellish blood
im sick sick the end around your
shoulders
die soon, die lack of oxygen
I remember her lips
blood red lips
open shoulders
screaming hyenas bark
spurting blood
black and wet
the tile the mask the cocoon the roller coaster ride
hashish the pandoras box
my style my lies
mention it
fair black blood on a wet street
fangs glisten whitely
am I depressed?
style fair tired ,
,my dear when in the night I meet you
I will kiss your bloody lips
make you tenderly caress
I caress
your shoulders
From Hash@yabbs Mon Jul 25 18:10:43 1994
From: Hash@yabbs
To: Lestat!@yabbs
Subject: untitled
Date: Mon Jul 25 18:10:43 1994
well, love, i am having difficulties with the message base...it tells me
that your most recent message is a private one i cannot read, yet i can
access it with the n command. *vents frustration*
which i did.
i have no poetry for you (as you may recall, i write but never share) but
i do take delight in yours...that which i am able to access, that is. i
hope to see you here tomorow, my friend.
hash, of course.
ps that sounds egotistical, doesnt it? it isnt meant to be. just so you
know.
From pixy@yabbs Mon Jul 25 18:29:28 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: pixy@yabbs
Subject: re: untitled
Date: Mon Jul 25 18:29:28 1994
DAMNED ARE THE DAYS OF OUR LIVES!!!
Perhaps, but
What if the show could imitate art? Much like the lives of the temparate
and the subtle souls of limbo
Sure. However
Suppose all are happy in comfort and the pangs of misunderstanding.
Are the misunderstandings of all those beatnik brats? And subtle is the
perfect way.
Could be, yet
I find a more than subtle joy in broooding, one that stings like a
papercut, and as a beatnik i'm a masochist and indeed do love to watch
each mortal coil unravel.
From Skywise@yabbs Mon Jul 25 23:08:00 1994
From: Skywise@yabbs
To: blah@yabbs
Subject: blah
Date: Mon Jul 25 23:08:00 1994
blah...
blah...
blah...
etc etc etc
From sienna@yabbs Tue Jul 26 00:28:23 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: The Game
Date: Tue Jul 26 00:28:23 1994
THE GAME
--------
It's too late for prevention to start with the cure,
You used to be so innocent, you used to be so pure.
But funny how time will change your ability to endure,
And subdued insinuations drown your dream to be secure.
Then pain and fear surround you, and with their taunts they bruise,
They lead you by the hand, and then unmercifully accuse.
They dazzle you with speeches of amazing eloquence,
They dance all around you, and steal your innocence.
They trick you every time, and yet speak to you of love,
They spit upon your face, yet hold their hands to heaven above.
They say to be like them you must learn to walk the earth,
You must feel every pain, and you must die a fiery birth.
You don't deserve to live unless you learn to play the game,
You, too, must hurt with words and dance around the empty flame.
And once that starts to happen, you become a mindless slave,
With one hand in the fire, and one foot in the grave.
Dance freely while you can and then learn to bury hope,
They know you want to hang yourself, they offer you the rope.
You looked to them for love and found hatred in disguise,
They laugh at your pleas for mercy, they taunt you with more lies.
And as you near the end of it all and begin to clear the stage,
You see the way you lived your life inside a tiny cage.
And while your dying heart gives in to total mortal fear,
Your only course of action suddenlt becomes so clear.
"THERE ISN'T ANY ROOM FOR THE UNFORGIVEN HERE."
This peom pretty much says how I feel about hypocrisy...I used the church
for two reasons, one very personal, and the other being that it makes an
easy target.
This poem is dedicated to Donna and Johnny Goldsberry. Only they know the
influence they have had upon my life.
Enjoi,
Dee
From Death@yabbs Tue Jul 26 01:08:06 1994
From: Death@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: The Game
Date: Tue Jul 26 01:08:06 1994
Whoa... that was powerful...
Expresses my opinion of current "organized" religions too...
keep up the good work!
*hug*
--Les
From pbj@yabbs Tue Jul 26 03:49:19 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: new shit
Date: Tue Jul 26 03:49:19 1994
well i am in the best mood for writing so here goes....
i feel you slipping away
a subtle word
an unglanced glance
you never call anymore
you just leave me in the dust
swirling round my feet
with nothing left to hold
stripped of everything
i ever had
you drive away
carrying it all in your backpocket
the only thing i wanted back
you never will return
there is emptiness here
it happens so slightly
the messy way we fall
out of love...
a single word not taken
at face value
read into and expanded
this place can never fill
standing naked
without anything
with nothing
you came and swept me
off my feet
and decided to stay awhile
to take more than just
my feet when you finally left
(c) 1994 Aweburning
oh well that kinda sucked
pbj
mirrors
Aweburning
Colleen Marie
From jujubee@yabbs Tue Jul 26 09:04:04 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: The Game
Date: Tue Jul 26 09:04:04 1994
wow! the imagery makes it sound almost cult-like...
i understand the hypocrisy (my opinion now, ppl) of the church...or
organized religion, if you will...that is why i practice all of my
religious rituals in the privacy of my own mind...
one note on your 1st line...there is a song by Sinead called "You Cause as
Much Sorrow" which i think i may have alluded to in a previous
post...anyhow the words in it are
"it's too late for prevention
but i don't think it's too late for the cure"
when i started to read the poem, it reminded me of that song...
if you've never listened to Sinead, you might wanna give it a try..i find
her music/lyrics to be powerful...
From Badger01@yabbs Tue Jul 26 10:22:14 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: ROSSI KILLS
Date: Tue Jul 26 10:22:14 1994
I have Killed
Here it is expected
The plasterboard shakes as the spatter hits it
brown on the blue
Wet hot always on my skin
I am not sorry
I have expunged many things
Buzzing bastardbugs that swarmfly of all types
but everyone does that
The tiny gracile neck of the feathered friend in my hands
crunches like celery as I twist his head off
black dropps his head in the bucket
Leading the dull eyes
of the brownwhite "Missy", foure hooves her crime
small horns proud on her head
into this cement room the old stains greygreen everywhere
The drain buzzing with bugs
the showerheads still here rustedcrusted over
Her eyes are deeper than mine
The silver plated Colt
.45acp kicks twice as I pull the trigger and the shots
punch though the front of her skull
showers the room in flakes of bone and horn
I swiftpierce the legs with the deadfall and hoist her
I used to ride her up the backhills
up over the drain as she drowns the flies
dirtyblack blood on the floor the walls my legs hands face
on my hearts
The wheels of her eyes dead
I own death
so much I carry it like a cloud when I eat
I know where the food comes from
and my last death is the biggest
The endless failures and the olive green bag of failure
teh never living to my potential
the misstep aand mistakes I lefy strewn behind me
That killed my mother
Badger01
From Skywise@yabbs Tue Jul 26 10:52:37 1994
From: Skywise@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: re: The Game
Date: Tue Jul 26 10:52:37 1994
Juju knows that it's NEVER too late for the Cure
From Lestat!@yabbs Tue Jul 26 12:06:02 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: Hash@yabbs
Subject: Bereft of all intent
Date: Tue Jul 26 12:06:02 1994
______________________________________
I am bereft of all intent
nothing, nowhere
I exist for the pleasure of others and
I sing and dance
for the queen and
lick a pool of blood for the
mother of us all
married to my death
empty souls fly around, wailing and then
gesture to the empty coffin
From Lestat!@yabbs Tue Jul 26 12:07:55 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Explanation of my poetry
Date: Tue Jul 26 12:07:55 1994
I write what, in my mind, in my heart, pours forth from my fingertips
the anguished wailing of my subconscious
And let your subconscious sort it out
From Lestat!@yabbs Tue Jul 26 12:27:58 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Placenta grievance
Date: Tue Jul 26 12:27:58 1994
The placenta grievance
tortured soul in an endless purgatory
the Gates of hell open to reveal a familar sight
open wide, pass throughand smell the wiff of sulphur...
tigh, round, and to the point
very nice, on a sunday afternoon
it's only your mother
only the driven woman
The bitch from hell, to put it lightly
spacial frequencies
pyromaniac on a distant pyre
I remember the day when she gave me life
when she tore me down, when she lept
gracefully out of the
wedding cake
and deigned to dance with me
and sat upon the tree limb and broke down in tears
tears of blood of anguish
made hard by the fact that
I tried and failed
I am a failure
To protest and dismay and start the roaring fire again
the crow speaks in a different tongue
on the day of judgement
From sienna@yabbs Tue Jul 26 12:42:11 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: re: The Game
Date: Tue Jul 26 12:42:11 1994
You know, I have one of her albums but I have only listened to it once. I
may have to go back and listen to the song you are talking about....hmm.
Thanks for the comment....The Game is probably my favorite out of all the
ones I have written.
*hugs*
Dee
From Lestat!@yabbs Tue Jul 26 13:06:47 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: Hash@yabbs
Subject: My dear
Date: Tue Jul 26 13:06:47 1994
I don't think anyone else can read this.
You just paged me so I can't writ ethe poem now. Look for it in the
future...
byebye
From Lestat!@yabbs Tue Jul 26 14:57:11 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: wail pride
Date: Tue Jul 26 14:57:11 1994
find my diamond necklace now, find it quick before it rusts
eat my diamond necklace now, eat it quick before you choke
its a whale of a goodtime
on an evening by the park
phsycos in the dark
From Lestat!@yabbs Tue Jul 26 15:03:56 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: Hash@yabbs
Subject: Queen of the Night
Date: Tue Jul 26 15:03:56 1994
silence blankets the moonlit night
i feel your presence
your silken voice, in my ears
in my soul
And I scream and I rage no one is left. but me
in this empty river of blue-black clouds
the Queen has come, her will be done
in earth as it is in Heaven
Your lips pressed to mine, my flower, my love
The Queen
and the dead speak a language, and speak it quickly
for it has come to pass
and it will last
and the dead speak a language, and speak it quickly
mine eyes have seen your glory
my hands have touched your hair
The Queen
From Maliach@yabbs Tue Jul 26 17:23:03 1994
From: Maliach@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Work in progress....:)
Date: Tue Jul 26 17:23:03 1994
This is a poem I am still working on...:)
He invades my dreams,
Every night I see his beautiful face,
He doesn't say a word.
One dream, I asked ..."who are you?"
He says nothing, just smiles,
He continues with his task,
To make me feel safe at night...
He answered me unexpectly one night...
"I am your strenght,
I am your love,
I am your own true heart..."
I was amazed.....
So every night,
I see this stanger and friend,
He is always there......
Well tell me that whatcha think...still working on it...:)
Mali
From sienna@yabbs Tue Jul 26 18:54:24 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Maliach@yabbs
Subject: re: Work in progress....:)
Date: Tue Jul 26 18:54:24 1994
Just a thought....your work is very good, but sometimes a little
"talky"..not that that is bad, per se, but have you given any thought to
imagery? I sent some lyrics of mine to a singer/songwriter with whom I had
been corresponding with. He gave me some of the best criticism I have ever
gotten on writing lyrics/poetry. He told me to "paint a picture" in the
reader's mind. Don't just tell them something, but make them SEE it...
Like I said, it is just a thought. Your poetry is very good all in all!
*hugs*
Dee
From Natalie@yabbs Tue Jul 26 20:05:27 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: just me complaining again
Date: Tue Jul 26 20:05:27 1994
oh...for the days when ppl wrote sonnets....*sigh* of course, i just got
email from my best friend in which there was a hate sonnet...but are we
the only ones who write them anymore? (and i write them badly) just me
going on about what i like and don't like as much in poetry...i do NOT
subscribe the the notion that anything that you write is poetry. i had
teachers who told us that, and to be honest, i'm ashamed of what i wrote
then. i destroyed it all... poetry comes from 'the foul rag and bone
shop of the heart' (to quote you know who), for me, anyhow...the idea of
making a thing of beauty ot of the squalor and ugliness that is inside
myself is what makes me write poetry. now i know that others don't feel
the way i do, and i respect that right. but it'd be nice to find someone
else who feels the same way i do...*sigh* i've about had it with modern
poetry (and it's all eliot and pound's fault, darn it...you know i HAD to
bring them into it *smirk*)...it doesn't speak to me...it's as if i'm
stuck back in time...and i know a lot of what i write is very modern
poetry, but that's because altho i think in the ways of other times when i
write poetry, my voice is of the present...
did this make any sense to anyone other than me?
natalie
From jujubee@yabbs Tue Jul 26 23:11:15 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: The Game
Date: Tue Jul 26 23:11:15 1994
well, you may just wanna pick it up again and listen...i can't believe
you've only listened to it ONE time!!!! that's how it was when i got my
Beloved tape...then i went to Greece and heard it again, came back to the
States and started listening to it w/a "new" ear...anyhow, enjoy! :)
From jujubee@yabbs Tue Jul 26 23:11:42 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Skywise@yabbs
Subject: re: The Game
Date: Tue Jul 26 23:11:42 1994
you got it, cupcake ;)
From sienna@yabbs Wed Jul 27 01:59:15 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: just me complaining again
Date: Wed Jul 27 01:59:15 1994
I agree completely....out of all contemporary poetry which we studied last
term, only one or two poets actually appealed to me.
And yes...I do think that your comment on thinking in the past but being a
voice in the present makes lots of sense.
Just my 0.02 worth.
*hugs*
Dee
From Scully@yabbs Wed Jul 27 02:48:01 1994
From: Scully@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Heaven In Your Eyes
Date: Wed Jul 27 02:48:01 1994
I just heard this song by Loverboy, and I wanted to post it....This is my
first time posting on this board. I know that this isn't something *I*
wrote, but it is a beautiful song....
I can tell by the look in your eyes you've been hurtin'
You know I'll never let you down...oh, no
And I'll try anything to keep it workin'
You gave me time to find out
What my heart was lookin' for
And what I'm feelin' inside
In your eyes
I want to see your love again
In your eyes
I never want this feeling to end
It took some time to find the light
But now I realize
I can see the heaven in your eyes
Can't you see I'm finding it hard to let go
All the ehartaches
We've been through
I never really thought I'd see
This love grow
But you helped me see
Now I know what my heart's
been looking for
And what I'm feelin' inside
<chorus>
We've been livin' on the edge
Where only the strong survive
We've been living on the edge
And it's something that we just can't hide
Oh this feeling inside
In your eyes
I want to see your love again
In your eyes
I never want this feeling to end
It took some to find the light
But now I realize
I can see the heaven in your eyes
I can see the heaven in your eyes
Keep smiles on your face and love in your heart, for love and joy can
never lead you wrong......
"Scully"
From hawke@yabbs Wed Jul 27 03:45:57 1994
From: hawke@yabbs
To: Scully@yabbs
Subject: re: Heaven In Your Eyes
Date: Wed Jul 27 03:45:57 1994
thats an old song it was from the top gun soundtrack ...best damn movie in
the world heheh
hawke
From Scully@yabbs Wed Jul 27 12:12:59 1994
From: Scully@yabbs
To: hawke@yabbs
Subject: re: Heaven In Your Eyes
Date: Wed Jul 27 12:12:59 1994
Yeah, I know. That is where I got the idea to post it. I was listening to
the soundtrack, and that song made me think of my boyfriend. It describes
our relationship. He broke up with me because he needed some time alone,
and then he realised that he did love me. So, this song has personal
meaning for me.
As for TOP GUN, I couldn't agree with you more. It is my absolute favorite
movie...."I feel the need, the need for speed!"
Hehehehe
Sincerely,
Scully
From Covenant@yabbs Wed Jul 27 19:59:41 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: just me complaining again
Date: Wed Jul 27 19:59:41 1994
you know, you've got a point Natalie. I agree that the word 'poetry' has
become too broad. The 'and creative writting' in the title of this group
is the only thing that I feel allows me on here anyway :)
to tell the honest truth, i wouldn't know a good poem if it bit me. but,
to coin an old phrase, 'I may not know art, but I know what I like". :)
the way I see it, is that writting is an emotinonal release for me. I'm in the
engineeering/physical sciences so I really have no knowledge of the 'arts'.
Plus, the last thing I want to do is 'think' about my emotions :) writting
sortof does that for me though. I guess I'm just saying that writting is fun
because I don't know what I'm doing.
However, I have the utmost respect (and a little envy) for those people who
can actually read a poem and understand it. To prove my point, I'll ask
this question: What the hell is a sonnet?? :) Is that when a poem
rhymes? I am completely art-illiterate.
see you all this September,
The Appalachian
From Skywise@yabbs Wed Jul 27 21:22:01 1994
From: Skywise@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: just me complaining again
Date: Wed Jul 27 21:22:01 1994
nice imagery, and you can dance to it!
^^^^^^^
we need
a
better
word
From Lestat!@yabbs Wed Jul 27 21:30:17 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: maliach@yabbs
Subject: Very good
Date: Wed Jul 27 21:30:17 1994
I liked your poem very much..it's seems like a natural progression in
style and substance...I think(not talking about your poem) that imagery
and thsat sort of thing have a place in poetry...creating worlds and ideas
in the readers eyes and making them experience something that they have
never experienced before..I like the reference to an anonymous
person...giving voice to your own fantasy your own lave ...I would love to
see more from you....I have a samall magazine ('zine) I would be willing
to publish some material if I had permission...
from your faithful, loving friend
Les
*smack*
on the lips, that is....
From Lestat!@yabbs Wed Jul 27 21:31:05 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: sacrifice
Date: Wed Jul 27 21:31:05 1994
rushing blood rendering wail
sprite of the dead mummy.
From Natalie@yabbs Wed Jul 27 21:58:32 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Covenant@yabbs
Subject: sonnet
Date: Wed Jul 27 21:58:32 1994
a shakespearean sonnet (which is what i write) is 14 lines of rhymed
iambic pentameter....with a rhyme scheme of ababcdcdefefgg
natalie
From Lestat!@yabbs Thu Jul 28 13:41:19 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: sadie@yabbs
Subject: broken tongue
Date: Thu Jul 28 13:41:19 1994
I see endless wavelets crashing down on my head
I see broken promises coming from the dead
heady sweet aroma in the night
chasing me away in my flight
I feel and I choke and I scream
I am not at all what I seem
crazy days, broken tongue
achtung baby selfless denial
stay away from me, or I will defile
the clean tombs, the clean rafters
calamity on the road in my mind
I need to be with my kind
on the morning, in a pool of blood
From Lestat!@yabbs Thu Jul 28 13:48:24 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Sweet dreams
Date: Thu Jul 28 13:48:24 1994
I talked in my sleep one night, as I lay in my rumpled bed
my lover by my side, my sleepless feelings collide
passion brings out my animal instinct, my black nature
the peaceful descends, the waking prevails
I gather my dear in my arms, in a graceful gesture
I carry her away from the evil of the snake people
weeping fills my ears it is all I hear, so I run with my lovers body
in my arms
her pale blue eyes open in wonder and suprise, I kneel next to slender
figure, hers
I watch the slow movement of her breath rise her chest and fall
her lips half parted in a mournful sigh, in envy
I lick the remnants of the last night and, as I lay, tired
and weak, I feel her life in me, and her soul in mine
the waking sun collides with me and I run to the
mansion, of my destiny
my followers, leave the good, and I shall
I shall
the portent of mystery hangs in the sweet melodramatic air
From sienna@yabbs Thu Jul 28 17:06:23 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Lestat!@yabbs
Subject: re: Sweet dreams
Date: Thu Jul 28 17:06:23 1994
I really liked that.......nice imagery
Dee
From Lestat!@yabbs Thu Jul 28 17:15:04 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Pool of Blood
Date: Thu Jul 28 17:15:04 1994
I am sitting in a pool of blood
thinking about all that has happened
remembering days when it was all so easy
I am in utter despair, a hole as deep as any pit in hell
My love has abandoned me
My life has fallen around my feet, in shambles
all I want is a little bit of love, a tender heart to cry on
all I need is someone to listen someone to talk to me about themselves
and us, and death, and life, and sex
and it all adds up to a hole in my heart as big as a galaxy
and I feed, my lusts, my innermost desires
a frenzy, a killing frenzy
my mind has gone blank, my aching heart is in pain
I scream to the gods for help
they laugh, and go there own ways
I am alone
alone, in my pool of blood
From Lestat!@yabbs Thu Jul 28 17:31:25 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: whatever
Date: Thu Jul 28 17:31:25 1994
I just want everyone to know that this is only a beginning. you will see
more from me, and better.
From Natalie@yabbs Thu Jul 28 20:03:48 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Lestat!@yabbs
Subject: re: whatever
Date: Thu Jul 28 20:03:48 1994
ok, this is a base for criticism, right? from what i've read, your poetry
seems very derivative of others' work. while you have strong imagaery and
a good sense of language, when i read your poetry i can't help but
thinking i've read it, or something LIKE it before. you've read a lot of
the romantics, haven't you? and a bit of anne rice, as well (gee, that was
hard to guess :) ) but i'm not saying this to be mean or to cut you down,
just to point out to you whati notice. but i also gather you're just
starting out, so it's ok to be somewhat derivative of your influences. but
you HAVE to find your own voice if you want to get anywhere. i've been
atthis for god knows how long and i'm still trying to distance myself from
my influences (yeats and the romantics) in order to find my voice.
natalie
From Badger01@yabbs Thu Jul 28 21:24:29 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Kill
Date: Thu Jul 28 21:24:29 1994
Since I loved you
And you may go on and do something
I won't kill you
even though you've killed me
I'll just take this blue black stygian hand me down
this 2 guage lead thrower my grandad let me have when the
cancer was done turning his skin yellow and his bone green,
and I'll place this baby nice and gentle against the thin back of my
mouth
and I'll say hello to Satan for you
Badger01
PS: This poem goes out to all those assholes who can't accept that a girl
has the right to leave them...If you feel the need to kill something, make
it a shot for yourself...after all, you should never do to others what you
haven't tried yourself, right?
From jujubee@yabbs Fri Jul 29 08:26:57 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Badger01@yabbs
Subject: re: Kill
Date: Fri Jul 29 08:26:57 1994
hey, that was a pretty c00l poem...i loved it!
especially the allusion to granddad...
From Skywise@yabbs Fri Jul 29 09:33:11 1994
From: Skywise@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: whatever
Date: Fri Jul 29 09:33:11 1994
Of poems by yeats, nothing beats
When he was a lad he wet the sheets
And when he grew older he wore some cleats
To his high school running meets.
your pal,
Skywise (strongly influenced by yeats)
From Natalie@yabbs Fri Jul 29 09:37:35 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Skywise@yabbs
Subject: re: whatever
Date: Fri Jul 29 09:37:35 1994
um...you do know that it's pronounced yates, not yeets, right?
natalie
From Skywise@yabbs Fri Jul 29 10:58:11 1994
From: Skywise@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: whatever
Date: Fri Jul 29 10:58:11 1994
I'm a deconstructionalist.
From jujubee@yabbs Fri Jul 29 16:41:25 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Skywise@yabbs
Subject: re: whatever
Date: Fri Jul 29 16:41:25 1994
aaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahah!
From Natalie@yabbs Fri Jul 29 17:11:15 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Skywise@yabbs
Subject: re: whatever
Date: Fri Jul 29 17:11:15 1994
you just didn't know how to pronounce it and are now tryingto cover up
your mistake....
your good buddy,
natalie
who knows how to say yeats
From Skywise@yabbs Fri Jul 29 17:27:54 1994
From: Skywise@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: whatever
Date: Fri Jul 29 17:27:54 1994
How did he pronounce it the last time you spoke with him?
your enraged pal,
Sky$%^&%*wise
;)
From Natalie@yabbs Fri Jul 29 22:48:58 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Skywise@yabbs
Subject: re: whatever
Date: Fri Jul 29 22:48:58 1994
i'll have you know that i talk to mon cher william butler yeats every
evening before igo to bed, using my psychic friend (i use latoya's
service, not dionne's). so there. :P
you infuriated buddy,
natalie
From Skywise@yabbs Sat Jul 30 09:24:50 1994
From: Skywise@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: whatever
Date: Sat Jul 30 09:24:50 1994
It figures you'd be too dum to call Sly's mom for advice. :p
your smiling pal,
Skywise
From topi@yabbs Sat Jul 30 10:08:57 1994
From: topi@yabbs
To: Badger01@yabbs
Subject: re: Kill
Date: Sat Jul 30 10:08:57 1994
"Here, here" "Bravo" I like your reasoning behind this poem. Its very
true. I wish we could all take a huge saucepan and beat some of those
losers over the head with it. Some people are just soo stupid.
*partially enraged at the loss of innocent lives because of stupid
fuckwits who think they're god.*
-Cath
excuse the language.. I'll have to work on that ;)
From Badger01@yabbs Sat Jul 30 13:58:15 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: whatever
Date: Sat Jul 30 13:58:15 1994
King Goll Mock's Yall!
Badger01
Your Furry Buddy
From Badger01@yabbs Sat Jul 30 14:02:59 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: topi@yabbs
Subject: re: Kill
Date: Sat Jul 30 14:02:59 1994
I've got an ex-girlfriend who has to live in my apartment because the
shithole she's been seeing is a nutcase who can't accept it is over. We
don't feel anything but friendship, in case people think she left him for
me...but the Restraining order is a joke, he ignores it, the cops hesitate
to do anything cause it's DOMESTIC...and Equality aside, he weighs a
hundred pounds more than her, and is sick. She can take care of
herself...but he's willing to kill her.
Now, I've been dumped a lot...and it never occured to me that by attacking
the person who did it I'd change their mind about me....but that's how
some men think. So now she has to live in my apartment...(She still has
her own, but her roommate is alone there with HER boyfriend at the
moment...It's like we've circled the wagons.) If he comes HERE looking for
her, I don't know what I'll do, but he won't enjoy it.
Badger
Realizing that this is the Poetry Board, but that is a poem in a way
From jujubee@yabbs Sat Jul 30 14:38:44 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Badger01@yabbs
Subject: re: Kill
Date: Sat Jul 30 14:38:44 1994
yeah, i dated a lunatic one time that came over to my apt in the middle of
the night (drunk) and freaked me out...he couldn't accept the fact that it
was over either...i had a thin, cheap door, so i was pretty
freaked...since he had a knife, too...finally, i called the cops...that
was the hardest thing i have ever done in my life i think...they took him
and booked him for P.I....was that the last i ever saw of him??? hell no!
the saga continued................
From sienna@yabbs Sat Jul 30 16:32:52 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Badger01@yabbs
Subject: re: Kill
Date: Sat Jul 30 16:32:52 1994
Matt, I can understand your ex-girlfriends position COMPLETELY...an ex of
mine has been stalking me for the past two years, and back in May
he up with me finally in a deserted lot at school. I will spare you the
gory details but suffice it to say that I ended up in ICU for a while. The
asshole has yet to be caught by the police (who aren't looking very hard I
might add), and he left a nasty note on my car last night telling me I was
going to regret going to the police about the incident in May. The police
won't do a damn thing to help me...I dont know why I am telling you this
except to say that I understand where your ex-girlfriend is coming from.
Sincerely hoping all goes well for you both...
Dee
P.S. This is a poem too ;)
From Skywise@yabbs Sat Jul 30 19:45:07 1994
From: Skywise@yabbs
To: natalie@yabbs
Subject: yates
Date: Sat Jul 30 19:45:07 1994
Yeats, Yeats he master...
of a thousand rhymes
I told him he could suck me...
in a thousand times.
Into his world of hors...
d'ervs of poetry
And with his big fat...
pen delight the hell outta me.
your enlightened pal,
Skywise
From Cat@yabbs Sat Jul 30 23:40:57 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: another one
Date: Sat Jul 30 23:40:57 1994
once upon a time there was a slug name pete
he slimed all through the forest searching for something to eat.
and when he finally found a tree stump that looked mighty good,
there came a troop of boy scouts who smashed him flat for good.
this story's a bit grisly, and i know it sounds quite grim,
but think about pete's fate and hope you don't end up like him.
but sometimes such things happen, and that's just how it goes,
and now the decomposer's become the decomposed.
like it? :)
-tammie
From Natalie@yabbs Sun Jul 31 01:43:20 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: another one
Date: Sun Jul 31 01:43:20 1994
i like.....hmmm...you named the slug pete? *smirk* could this be casting
aspersions on anyone?
natalie
From Cat@yabbs Sun Jul 31 10:11:34 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: another one
Date: Sun Jul 31 10:11:34 1994
nope...it was the only name that rhymed with meat that i could think of.
i could have named him Keats i s'pose, but then i would have had to
change all the verbs...i should have named him Meat now that i think
about it...ah well
:)
-tammie
From Skywise@yabbs Sun Jul 31 14:55:16 1994
From: Skywise@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: another one
Date: Sun Jul 31 14:55:16 1994
hmmmmm.....Keats....rhymes with hates RIGHT?
your thuroughly-disgusted-with-having-to-pronuonce-names-correctly pal,
Skywise
From Natalie@yabbs Sun Jul 31 21:26:08 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Skywise@yabbs
Subject: re: another one
Date: Sun Jul 31 21:26:08 1994
actually, no. it's pronounced keets. as opposed to yeats, which is
pronounced yates.
your anal retentive beyond belief buddy,
natalie
From Badger01@yabbs Mon Aug 1 10:20:23 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Something I have to post...
Date: Mon Aug 1 10:20:23 1994
Remember all those renowned generations,
They left their bodies to fatten the wolves,
They left their homesteads to fatten the foxes,
Fled to far countries, or sheltered themselves
In cavern, crevice, or hole
Defending Ireland's soul.
--W.B. Yeats, From THREE MARCHING SONGS
I just read that this morning...In all the bockering we sometimes do, it's
easy to forget that the work of teh writer is the most imprtant thing.
Badger01
Still likes Eliot better, but that is one hell of a poet, that Yeats guy
From Lestat!@yabbs Mon Aug 1 13:47:04 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: Hash@yabbs
Subject: Tension
Date: Mon Aug 1 13:47:04 1994
____________________________________________
Is this tension I feel? do I kneel to
the god of indecision? No, not me...
not I, who lets the kings and queen bow to me.
or Am I alone? Can I feel the great expanse of hostility, the bleak pages
If only I could sink into your embrace, forgetting
touching your delicate face...
my blind ambition, leads me astray from the true goals
the only real purpose
pretending, it all begins, and it all ends
deception, black misunderstood truths, I only shake my head
I am alone in this world, my thoughts my own and only that
alone
and true blackness of heart only seems pale to my agony
misaligned, I am so very tired
I am so very tired and sad and scared and lonely
all alone
relieve my tension
because I love you
let me scream out and turn loose the torrent of
my black sad heart
From jujubee@yabbs Mon Aug 1 16:38:10 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: another one
Date: Mon Aug 1 16:38:10 1994
YES!!!!!!!!
however, i just take care of MY slugs by pouring table salt over
them...that way they kind of *fizzle* slowly and painfully away....
much more sadistic than a mere *stomp!* hehehehe
From Cat@yabbs Mon Aug 1 17:38:21 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: re: another one
Date: Mon Aug 1 17:38:21 1994
my parents buy a bottle of beer and open it and leave it on the front
lawn...the slugs like the yeast or whatever and crawl in and drink
themselves to death and can't crawl out...and that's the only time my
parents ever buy alcohol...to kill slugs
-tammie
From Skywise@yabbs Mon Aug 1 18:12:29 1994
From: Skywise@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: another one
Date: Mon Aug 1 18:12:29 1994
aaaaaaahhhhhhh...but what a way to go...
This poem (c) Skywise Inc., 42 Skyline Drive, Skybrook, NJ 70449
From jujubee@yabbs Mon Aug 1 18:49:06 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: another one
Date: Mon Aug 1 18:49:06 1994
ya know TammieCat, i think we had this conversation once before...it seems
vaguely familiar! (either that, or i've been climbing in waaaaaaaay too
many beer bottles like the slugs ;) )
From Badger01@yabbs Mon Aug 1 19:05:05 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: I loved her, I think
Date: Mon Aug 1 19:05:05 1994
It's hard to tell now
Just things that stick to the back of my brain
Smell
Pastel colored snippets of her voice
The way I still remember the shape of her face
(Oval...not round, oval)
And the smell
Pulses race or stagger to a halt
I still remember her smell
From Covenant@yabbs Mon Aug 1 20:09:59 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: another one
Date: Mon Aug 1 20:09:59 1994
Tammie, your stuff always puts a smile on my face. Don't stop.
your brother,
Covenant
From jujubee@yabbs Mon Aug 1 22:40:17 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Badger01@yabbs
Subject: re: I loved her, I think
Date: Mon Aug 1 22:40:17 1994
"Pastel colored snippets of her voice"
fantastically poetic!
From Natalie@yabbs Tue Aug 2 01:11:23 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: re: I loved her, I think
Date: Tue Aug 2 01:11:23 1994
i loved that line too....that's an INCREDIBLE image, it just totally stays
with you...
natalie
From Deluge@yabbs Tue Aug 2 02:51:02 1994
From: Deluge@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: another one
Date: Tue Aug 2 02:51:02 1994
Yes! alcholic slugs! Maybe we should start A.A meetings for
co-dependendant insects that leave a slime trail everywhere they go...:)
From sienna@yabbs Tue Aug 2 03:49:03 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: I loved her, I think
Date: Tue Aug 2 03:49:03 1994
I couldn't agree with you more.....
(I sneaked on for a quick Yabbs fix...hehehe couldn't resist!)
*hugs*
Dee
P.S. Great job Matt....
From Badger01@yabbs Tue Aug 2 09:46:38 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: re: I loved her, I think
Date: Tue Aug 2 09:46:38 1994
Thank y'all kindly...Me and my swelled head are going to go write
something else.
Badger01
From jujubee@yabbs Tue Aug 2 11:07:34 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Deluge@yabbs
Subject: re: another one
Date: Tue Aug 2 11:07:34 1994
hmmmm...i have seen quite a few individuals w/those character traits...
From Lestat!@yabbs Tue Aug 2 12:24:41 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Hello?
Date: Tue Aug 2 12:24:41 1994
Is it me, or does no one like my poetry? Am I sitting alone in a world
without equals?
From Badger01@yabbs Tue Aug 2 12:34:17 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: Lestat!@yabbs
Subject: re: Hello?
Date: Tue Aug 2 12:34:17 1994
I'm sorry. Lestat!...I'll try to be more supportive.
You big baby, you :)...Just kidding.
Seriously, I know how you feel, man...I'll get right on it.
Badger01
From Lestat!@yabbs Tue Aug 2 13:32:18 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: <no title>
Date: Tue Aug 2 13:32:18 1994
We're all mad it seems, given our own lives
laughter and weeping are the same
one stretch on the road, black mist in the air
lovers quarrel, endless debate
so it seems
From Natalie@yabbs Tue Aug 2 13:36:38 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Lestat!@yabbs
Subject: re: Hello?
Date: Tue Aug 2 13:36:38 1994
i never said i didn't like it. i was just giving you some of my
impressions about it. constuctive criticism is a writers best friend.
you should hear what's been done to some of my stuff. (not on this borad,
but in classes). ans we're talking an hour of people dissecting your work
while you can't say a word. but the most important thing i think you need
to do is to find your own voice. your influences are importanat, yes, but
you need to speak in a voice that is your own. otherwise you'll never get
published. (like i've been published. ha!)
natalie
From Lestat!@yabbs Tue Aug 2 16:24:24 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: whatever
Date: Tue Aug 2 16:24:24 1994
oops. never saw your message...my mistake..
but, really, I haven't read very much other poetry what so ever
I don't believe my poetry is exactly like someone elses, or whateve ryou
said
of course, everyone tries to find their voice, I like my work to be thick
in imagery and narrative, intermingling
thanks for the citiscism anyway
'm not heavily into Anne Rice, either
It mostly comes through my own mind, deatailed death and stuff
sigh
oh, well, poets have to struggle, and me
most of all
From sienna@yabbs Tue Aug 2 17:16:07 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Lestat!@yabbs
Subject: re: Hello?
Date: Tue Aug 2 17:16:07 1994
I understand EXACTLY how you feel...sometimes I think people on here just
ignore everything I write too...
Maybe it wouldn't hurt us all (myself included) to be a little more
considerate...
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Tue Aug 2 17:17:14 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Lestat!@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Tue Aug 2 17:17:14 1994
Ooooh I like that.....good imagery...and I know what it says to me about
love *sigh* (does it even exist?)
Good job, you night creature you ;)
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Tue Aug 2 17:18:33 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Lestat!@yabbs
Subject: re: whatever
Date: Tue Aug 2 17:18:33 1994
Sienna smiles....hehehehe very creative way to post your response (*poke*)
*hugs*
Dee
From jujubee@yabbs Tue Aug 2 17:37:23 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Lestat!@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Tue Aug 2 17:37:23 1994
that's more my type, Lestat! i like short poetry better...never did get
into epics and such...so i rarely comment on the loooong poetry...
in a nutshell....that is it
From Maliach@yabbs Tue Aug 2 17:54:54 1994
From: Maliach@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Picture
Date: Tue Aug 2 17:54:54 1994
I am still working on this so let me know what ypou think...
Pictures , all I see is pictures,
A picture of you and me in the sunset comes up....
Red golden and new....
I can see the love in your eyes,
Clear as a cloudless sky,
Promices of forever....
For that one fleeting moment
I am happy
Mali
From Zippo@yabbs Tue Aug 2 20:36:26 1994
From: Zippo@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Keep it up.
Date: Tue Aug 2 20:36:26 1994
Hey everyone! I just wanted to say that I haven't been reading this base
for long, but I like many of the things I read on here. I would just like
to say keep up the good work! And if I ever feel creative, maybe I'll add
some lines of my own. See you around.
Zippo
From sienna@yabbs Tue Aug 2 22:51:16 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Zippo@yabbs
Subject: re: Keep it up.
Date: Tue Aug 2 22:51:16 1994
I would *very* much like to see you post....*hint* *hint*
Or I'll just drag the poetry outta ya when I come up to
Vermont....*giggle*
Love,
Dee
From pbj@yabbs Tue Aug 2 23:50:42 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: Lestat!@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Tue Aug 2 23:50:42 1994
amen...couldn't have said it better myself...
pbj
Colleen Marie
mirrors
Aweburning
From Natalie@yabbs Wed Aug 3 01:40:14 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Lestat!@yabbs
Subject: re: whatever
Date: Wed Aug 3 01:40:14 1994
i said it was derivative. you don't need to read a lot of poetry to do
that. if just one poem by someone sticks in your head and you go to write
a poem, that poem may end up being similar in ways to the one you read.
which isn't necessarily a bad thing. i've written poems like that, but i
usually do it on purpose, to comment on the poem. but keep with it, you
aren't doing all that bad for someone just starting out...i was much worse
(well worse isn't a good word, but i'm too tired to think of a better
one, i mean my work was on a much lower level than yours is, shit that
still don't sound right. i'm not insulting you here, i'm just super
tired) than you when i started, i'm ashamed to admit i wrote some of the
stuff i did.
natalie
From Badger01@yabbs Wed Aug 3 08:57:24 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Stones
Date: Wed Aug 3 08:57:24 1994
The weight holds me down
shifting...I think someone's jumping around up there
Can see blue between them, more shifting
Each crack comes from somewhere inside my chest, and I don't
think there's much more to go
EVery noise comes with a kaliedescope flash of orange blue
Reminds me why I swore off dating
Badger01
From Lestat!@yabbs Wed Aug 3 12:42:06 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: *bow*
Date: Wed Aug 3 12:42:06 1994
thank you, all, thank *bow* you *bow* *applause* your sooo kind....
heh heh heh
From Cat@yabbs Thu Aug 4 08:59:29 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: Keep it up.
Date: Thu Aug 4 08:59:29 1994
you're coming to VT? why, might i ask? :) i LIVE in boring ol' VT and i
have for 19 years and i cannot imagine anyone voluntarily coming here :)
i've been spending my time trying to think of ways of getting out :)
-tammie
From sienna@yabbs Thu Aug 4 10:36:51 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: Keep it up.
Date: Thu Aug 4 10:36:51 1994
ODE TO CAT
----------
i
ing by
as the states
one by one go by
i
have a calling to see the sun
to try and see if he's the one
as the states go by
i
have a question for you
is it love?
is it true?
is it you?
or me?
ok ok ok stupid, I know. I am coming to VT to visit Zippo....
VT can't be all THAT bad....come on Tammie, I live in OHIO.
*giggle*
;)
Dee
From Natalie@yabbs Thu Aug 4 13:20:22 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: Keep it up.
Date: Thu Aug 4 13:20:22 1994
yeah, ohio is MUCH worse than vt...i've been toboth states and i just
wanna say that i'd rather live in vt than ohio any day...corn has a
tendency to grate on me...i think vt is really pretty...
natalie
From sienna@yabbs Thu Aug 4 14:25:44 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: Keep it up.
Date: Thu Aug 4 14:25:44 1994
Amen!
*hug*
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Thu Aug 4 14:34:31 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: We'll Say Goodbye
Date: Thu Aug 4 14:34:31 1994
We'll Say Goodbye
-----------------
We've come too far to let this moment go by unnoticed
The tears that fall are tears of goodbye
A final embrace, words to be remembered
Farewells are so hard, we can't help but cry
Falling teardrops worth a thousand words
A thousand words we're too afraid to say
We may never pass this way again
So we'll say goodbye and sadly walk away
The words of a song bring back the fading memories
But dimly reflect how we truly feel
We had one chance to make it last forever
Hold onto your heart, this parting's all too real
Falling teardrops worth a thousand words
A thousand words we're too afraid to say
We may never pass this way again
So we'll say goodbye and sadly walk away
Hearts bruised and battered, enotions overflowing
We're afraid to let the hurting show
Tears falling soft, like rain upon a forest
It's hard to do, but we have to let go
Falling teardrops worth a thousand words
A thousand words we're too afraid to say
We may never pass this way again
So we'll say goodbye and slowly walk away
We'll say goodbye
Yes we've said goodbye
We'll say goodbye and slowly walk away.
This is a song I wrote....I have finally learned how to let go. I hope
this song speaks to you as much as it does me. I have finally found the
peace I was looking for...funny, it was inside me the whole time. I had to
find it within myself.
*hugs* to BlueMax, Faith, Skywise, Natalie, and especially Zippo for
helping me through one of the most difficult times in my life. I love you
guys!
dee
From Natalie@yabbs Thu Aug 4 16:53:04 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: We'll Say Goodbye
Date: Thu Aug 4 16:53:04 1994
*hug*
i'm glad sis, i really am
natalie
From Covenant@yabbs Thu Aug 4 17:59:50 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: Keep it up.
Date: Thu Aug 4 17:59:50 1994
DEEEE!!!!
I will not stand by and watch you badmouth the kingdom of Appalachia!
:)
From Covenant@yabbs Thu Aug 4 18:01:17 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: Keep it up.
Date: Thu Aug 4 18:01:17 1994
eeekkkkk! I just read the reply from Natalie!
Nat? how could you?!?!?!!
Long live OHIO and it people!
Covenant, The Appalachian, The Buckeye, The Heart of It All
From jujubee@yabbs Thu Aug 4 18:18:19 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Covenant@yabbs
Subject: re: Keep it up.
Date: Thu Aug 4 18:18:19 1994
I dunno...i've seen some really nice places in Ohio...some really lovely
rolling hills and all...
From Faith@yabbs Thu Aug 4 19:32:11 1994
From: Faith@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: your poem..
Date: Thu Aug 4 19:32:11 1994
first part of this message.
Sis *BIG TEXAS SIZED HUGS* to you. I miss talking to you. I have so much
to say. Ok, your song was great. BUT, somehow I thought it would have
made me sad. I think I am just too happy with all that has been going on
with me the last few days that nothing can bring me down right now.
*grin*. I am glad to have been of help. You know I am always there for
you. Talk to you soon.
Love,
ME
From sienna@yabbs Thu Aug 4 19:54:30 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: BlueMax@yabbs
Subject: Kaleidoscope
Date: Thu Aug 4 19:54:30 1994
BlueMax,
I think you will understand the origins of this poem, as will Faith and
Natalie and Skywise and even hawke......
KALEIDOSCOPE
------------
i am like a kaleidoscope
many colors and many parts.
some very close in hue
some very different.
sometimes parts group together
and form an organized pattern
other times it is just chaos
with each piece going its own direction
some patterns are beautiful
and make sense.
some are so scattered, there
seems to be no semblence of sanity.
...ever turning, ever changing,
stability merely a dream so far away.
people use the kaleidoscope
to try and find the pattern of their desire.
but often the pattern is not there
and they go away.
other people are happy just to see the colors
and stay around for a while.
how do you make the green pieces
into pink pieces
into blue pieces into yello pieces...
or do you?
So all, whatcha think (especially those who know what the poem is about).
Enjoi,
Dee
From Natalie@yabbs Thu Aug 4 22:29:36 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Covenant@yabbs
Subject: re: Keep it up.
Date: Thu Aug 4 22:29:36 1994
cove, my man, i'm in MICHIGAN...it's a law that we have to be rude about
all surrounding states...
natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Thu Aug 4 22:30:35 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: Kaleidoscope
Date: Thu Aug 4 22:30:35 1994
that's beautiful sis *hug*
natalie
From Zippo@yabbs Thu Aug 4 23:30:34 1994
From: Zippo@yabbs
To: dee@yabbs
Subject: re: Kaleidoscope
Date: Thu Aug 4 23:30:34 1994
Well sweetheart, I think I have a good understanding of the kaleidoscope
and I think it was very intuitive. I just hope you see that I'm not one
of those who wants to find a certain pattern, nor am I one who just wants
to stick around for a while to see what beautiful colors I can see. I
want to be here for you and all your beautiful colors!
Love,
Zippo
From Natalie@yabbs Fri Aug 5 02:12:42 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: a poem i wrote
Date: Fri Aug 5 02:12:42 1994
heat
on my back
your hand
on my side
moving up and down
down and up
i'm not alone
as i was before
i am with you
and i know it's not
going to last
but i don't care
i take the opportunity
and there are no regrets
i do what i must
you have to understand
that is how it happened
and i'm alone again
waiting
and waiting
endlessly waiting
you have to understand
i'm not perfect
no matter what you think
i get lonely sometimes too
and i do what i must
you have to understand
you have to
have to have to
understand
i should learn how to make titles for my poetry, eh?
enjoy.........
natalie
From sienna@yabbs Fri Aug 5 02:49:26 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Zippo@yabbs
Subject: re: Kaleidoscope
Date: Fri Aug 5 02:49:26 1994
Thanks, hon, that is why I love you....
*hug*
Love,
Dee
From pbj@yabbs Fri Aug 5 03:52:23 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: a poem i wrote
Date: Fri Aug 5 03:52:23 1994
wow nat-bug i can totally relate to that one....as for titles for that
one at laest try "heat" it would work...who ever said that they had to
totally agree with the whole poem ...right????
luv ya!!
pbj
colleen marie
aweburning
mirrors
From pbj@yabbs Fri Aug 5 04:19:50 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: clutter my mind with memory
Date: Fri Aug 5 04:19:50 1994
wow i found something good that i didn't post already...new concept!!!
here goes
CLUTTER MY MIND WITH MEMORY
***************************
When I was with you
I felt small pink and clean
Your weight felt all over my
existence
The bite impression should not
fade from my eyes
As it dwindles
your weight leaves my
soul
As i drove home your
memory
was sitting with
me
in pain and wanting
The water ran hotly
Hurting my frozen feet
as it spilled down my shoulders
I felt a
loss of you and what
I'd asked
for
Now as I sit
waiting for your presence
to
bewilder
me into stunned
silence
I feel
anticipation and fore-
thought
clutter my mind with
memory.
-mirrors
(c) Aweburning 1993
soo what'd ya think?
needless to say that was one long christmas day
oh well
colleen marie
pbj
From pbj@yabbs Fri Aug 5 04:23:30 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: a new thought
Date: Fri Aug 5 04:23:30 1994
i dunno i have alot of stuff all about this one relationship that i had
just b4/ after christmas 1993 i was wondering tht if anybuddy likes the
last post should i post most/ ll of it or should i put it somewhere in the
g-files??? i dunno that was the best time for me to write in my whole
life...alot of good stuff comes from hard expierencs especially ones tht
open your eyes to things that you knew were ther but refused to
acknowledge...al right enough rambling on about nothing that makes sense
to only me....well lemme know if ya'll think it would be worth my time to
type all this stuff up......
colleen marie
mirrors
aweburning
pbj
From Typhon@yabbs Fri Aug 5 09:56:40 1994
From: Typhon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Pulp
Date: Fri Aug 5 09:56:40 1994
Chained myself down
The whispers wrap hissing around my thighs
strap across my skin bleaching the color
Tie me down with my words
Make me believe in my worthlessness canary yellow my eyes of doubt
Blacker than the obsidian you slide in my chest
Divine the future with the slickropes of my guts
roll the bones with mine
I held me down so you could kill me
I held the gun
I pointed it
I pulled the trigger
But it was the world that killed me
Out of fear
BTW: That's another of my "On THe Spot" Type poems....I haven't written
anything but fiction lately off of Yabbs...But someone I talked to
yesterday (No Names) was convinced he was stupid and worthless just
because that's what they teach those of us who are better so we don't
supplant them...and it affected me.
Typhon the Usurper
From sienna@yabbs Fri Aug 5 12:17:54 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: clutter my mind with memory
Date: Fri Aug 5 12:17:54 1994
Excellent, colleen, wonderful. And I can relate.
Love,
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Fri Aug 5 12:19:27 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: a new thought
Date: Fri Aug 5 12:19:27 1994
Colleen, PLEASE dont stop sharing with us, the poems written while feeling
ANY intense emotion (be it happiness, extreme sadness, depression) are
always the ones that grab the reader and pull them in...
Keep it up, hon!
Dee
From Lestat!@yabbs Fri Aug 5 13:00:36 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: thoughts of a mad student
Date: Fri Aug 5 13:00:36 1994
og god, is it morning yet, damn, what have I been working on for the last
couple of hours? a paper? an essay? or have I been reading? studying?
damn...I better down some Vivarin soon...the box is empty? oh yeah, I ate
um up last nigh wooo, am I blacking out? my god, it's still dark
out...morning yet? where the hell am I? I wonder if I'll die, would I get
a BS in phsyc? why has no one realized that bs stands for Bullshit? help
me mommy, I wanna sleep....goddamn, what am I gonna eat? here's some
macaroni from last night...or was that this night? wahtever...god, I have
to shit sooo bad...who used up all the toilet paper? what am I supposed to
wipe my ass with, for godsakes?I don't to walk around with a dirty ass! I
need some sleep, I'll catch up tomorrow night. AAAHHHH! light! it's
morning, and I haven't even done whatever I was supposed to have done!
shit, gotta get dressed....ALL my clothes are dirty?! god, why doesn't
someone clean them? oh, who the fuck cares, as long as they protect me
from the harsh wind...god, I feel sorrounded with grease..pick up my books
out the door...
oh shit! here comes that asshole, Jeremy!
"hi there jeremy."
(dumbass piece of shit)
go out for coffee? why, sure, I'd love to!
(deserves to die, the dickhead)
From Natalie@yabbs Fri Aug 5 22:21:29 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Lestat!@yabbs
Subject: re: thoughts of a mad student
Date: Fri Aug 5 22:21:29 1994
if you want to read some kick ass stream of consciusness poetry read "Une
Saison En Enfer" ("A Season In Hell") by Arthur Rimbaud. he stopped
writing poetry by the time he was 20...but what he did write was
INCREDIBLE (albeit drug inspired....)....there's other s of c stuff that
he did too, but season in hell is my favorite...
natalie
From Death@yabbs Sat Aug 6 00:38:02 1994
From: Death@yabbs
To: dee@yabbs
Subject: thoughts
Date: Sat Aug 6 00:38:02 1994
Dee,
I LOVE your writing. It always seems to reflect my life, feelings, or
frame of mind completely...
Please keep up the great work and I hope to see more of it soon!
*hug*
--Les
From pbj@yabbs Sat Aug 6 03:10:54 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: more of that
Date: Sat Aug 6 03:10:54 1994
here's more from that series i started with "Clutter my mind with memory"
closing my eyes to the outside
beating strumming, musing
searching the room for a note
not paper, a note
pouring the whole into it
the voices are driving me to insanity
a frenzy next door is frustrating and annoying
they play without a meaning or purpose
scratching and pounding to find a reason
for itall
it escapes them and they feel all
the more empty for it
napkins cannot keep the mess in
can't you see he wishes to be left alone?
leave him alone. can't you take a clue
from the mournful expression upon that
thing that mirrors his troubled soul?
that is the very first on about 20 or so to come ..if you get sick of it
just yell....
colleen marie
aweburning (1993)
mirrors
pbj
From sienna@yabbs Sat Aug 6 03:27:44 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Death@yabbs
Subject: Me
Date: Sat Aug 6 03:27:44 1994
Thanks, Les. Your encouragement meant a lot. *hug*
You are the greatest!
Love ya!
Dee
From 'Drew@yabbs Sat Aug 6 05:38:11 1994
From: 'Drew@yabbs
To: dee@yabbs
Subject: re: Kaleidoscope
Date: Sat Aug 6 05:38:11 1994
*Thinks Damn, I need to get on here a little more often*
Dee,
*Hugs*
Do I need to say more?
Your Servent,
The BLue Knight
From sienna@yabbs Sat Aug 6 11:30:46 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: 'Drew@yabbs
Subject: re: Kaleidoscope
Date: Sat Aug 6 11:30:46 1994
I would have to say.....hum......well.......YES! You need to get on here a
bit more! hehehehehe *hug!
oops *hug*
I love ya sweetheart!
Your Sis(tahs),
Dee
From batt@yabbs Sat Aug 6 17:13:50 1994
From: batt@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: Kaleidoscope
Date: Sat Aug 6 17:13:50 1994
please accept my (always) humble apologies for not posting for so
long...kaleidoscope i hated...it brought back memories i'm trying to
supress...(that's said with one of my rare smiles, ...)
waiting...
cj
chris
batt...
From Natalie@yabbs Sat Aug 6 20:57:06 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: Kaleidoscope
Date: Sat Aug 6 20:57:06 1994
i must concur w/ dee on that one. it'd sure be nice if you were on here
more ;)
natalie
From batt@yabbs Sat Aug 6 22:04:37 1994
From: batt@yabbs
To: batt@yabbs
Subject: re: Kaleidoscope
Date: Sat Aug 6 22:04:37 1994
ok, i said that i said that with one of my rare smiles. that simply
isn't true - as anybody who knows me will attest. i've given up smiling.
still, i check this board a lot and love reading everybody's posts. if
it's possible to cheer me up, everyone here will be the first to do so.
please keep going...
thanx for making it just
a little easier to see...
batt
From sienna@yabbs Sat Aug 6 22:14:22 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: batt@yabbs
Subject: re: Kaleidoscope
Date: Sat Aug 6 22:14:22 1994
CJ,
Once I again I thank you for your complete and biting honesty....
I am truly sorry that my poem brought back painful memories. *hug* I did
not post it to hurt anyone....it was my own personal catharsis so to
speak...writing the pain makes it less poisonous, less brutal to the soul
kinda thing.
Please accept my heartfelt friendship and know that I love ya sweetie (i
am still working on that third letter....will mail it soon I promise.)
Your Stateside Buddie,
Sienna the Warm Fuzzie
Dee
From batt@yabbs Sun Aug 7 01:20:18 1994
From: batt@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: 'lately'
Date: Sun Aug 7 01:20:18 1994
please accept my appologies to what i am about to inflict...wrote this
down while i was online over the past half hour and thought i'd put it
up before i had a chance to destroy it. and to sienna - don't be sorry...
if it hadn't affected me, i wouldn't have commented...
-lately-
havent slept for three good days
havent eaten in twice as long
never deal with logical thinking
i look for meanings in instrumental songs
cant taste what little food gets to me
cant dream in the worlds i know
been like this for most my life now
look around for my nil chance of hope
if you could see my own reflection
would you laugh or would you scream
i want to tell you how i know me
you start to cry in my black-grey dreams
tell me you accept that i hurt
let me deal with my old sin
i wanna bleed and feel my curses
so what if im dying
i think ill finally win
1994 batt...
From sienna@yabbs Sun Aug 7 03:24:39 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: batt@yabbs
Subject: re: 'lately'
Date: Sun Aug 7 03:24:39 1994
Hon that really touched me. *hug* Keep that chin up, someone stateside
loves you!
Dee
:)
From jujubee@yabbs Sun Aug 7 10:22:31 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: batt@yabbs
Subject: re: 'lately'
Date: Sun Aug 7 10:22:31 1994
"you start to cry in my black-grey dreams"
yeah! great image...
pretty decent poem, i'd say...i get a pretty "numb" feeling out of it...
as i said before (but you may not have read that particular post),
i generally only read non-lengthy poems...then i usually post a
non-lengthy opinion...
my .01 + 01 worth....
From sienna@yabbs Sun Aug 7 14:44:15 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Out Here On My Own
Date: Sun Aug 7 14:44:15 1994
This is a song from the "Fame" soundtrack (I can play this on the piano,
and usually do at full volume so the entire neighborhood can hear me
hehehe).....
OUT HERE ON MY OWN
------------------
Sometimes I wonder where I've been
Who I am, do I fit in
Make believin' is hard alone
Out here on my own
We're always proving who we are
Always reaching for that rising star
To guide me far and shine me home
Out here on my own
When I'm down and feeling blue
I close my eyes so I can be with you
Oh baby, be strong for me,
Baby belong to me,
Help me through
Help me need you
Until the morning sun appears
Making light of all my fears
I dry the tears I've never shown
Out here on my own
(chorus)
Sometimes I wonder where I've been
Who I am, do I fit in
I may not win, but I can't be thrown
Out here on my own
Enjoi
Dee
From Faith@yabbs Sun Aug 7 20:23:09 1994
From: Faith@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: a cheesy poem
Date: Sun Aug 7 20:23:09 1994
Ok, I know this is a cheesy poem..but I have to share it with y'all don't
be too critical of it. *grin*
Mere worannot express how thankful
I am you have entered my life.
My friend, my dearest friend, I love you so.
When I think of you my heart sings
With joy.
My friend, my dearest friend, I love you so.
And oh if only I could find the right words
To say, give the feelings a voice.
My friend, my dearest friend, I love you so.
But know I hold you dear to my heart.
My friend, my dearest friend, I love you so.
Hmmmm..well, I wrote this about someone in particular. But I think it can
be true of all my friends. I just want to thank you all who were there
for me when I was going through a really rough time in my life. This will
have to do for now until I can give you all hugs in person. Thanks for not
giving up on me when I had given up on myself. *GREAT BIG TEXAS SIZED HUGS
TO YOU ALL*
Love always,
ME
From Faith@yabbs Sun Aug 7 20:25:01 1994
From: Faith@yabbs
To: Faith@yabbs
Subject: re: a cheesy poem
Date: Sun Aug 7 20:25:01 1994
Hmmm...the first line got messed up when I was getting paged bombed by
someone ...won't mention names though...
It is supposed to say:
Mere words cannot express....etc. etc.
Love,
ME
From Maliach@yabbs Sun Aug 7 20:32:04 1994
From: Maliach@yabbs
To: Faith@yabbs
Subject: Ilove it
Date: Sun Aug 7 20:32:04 1994
I love your poem...you are right it can be said of all friends....:)
I am glad that you shared it with us...it spoke to my heart about a friend
that I miss so much...she lives in Wyoming now so I dont get to see her
that much...:)
*SUPPERSIZED HUGGERS TO YA*
Mali
From Maliach@yabbs Sun Aug 7 21:33:37 1994
From: Maliach@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Maliach and BlacStar
Date: Sun Aug 7 21:33:37 1994
This is a poem that I put on another board butI shortened it....:)
Tell me what ya think
Maliach and BlacStar
Maliach her royal beauty fair,
Secrets to share with the right one,
Sought by many,
Loved eternally by one,
He is great in strenght,
Pure in heart,
Captured hearts long long forgotten,
She is his; He is hers,
The ageless time is theirs to master,
He loves her as deep as the tides run,
She loves him with all the power within her,
BlacStar is his name.....
It is branded on Maliach's heart
And there it shall ever be....
Mali
From Faith@yabbs Sun Aug 7 22:27:23 1994
From: Faith@yabbs
To: Maliach@yabbs
Subject: re: Maliach and BlacStar
Date: Sun Aug 7 22:27:23 1994
WOW!!!! That is so beautiful and sweet Mali. I love it. I may
post more stuff about my friends. *grin*
Ok...maybe one friend in particular.
*HUGE TEXAS SIZED HUGS*
Love,
ME
From Maliach@yabbs Sun Aug 7 22:56:34 1994
From: Maliach@yabbs
To: Faith@yabbs
Subject: awwww...
Date: Sun Aug 7 22:56:34 1994
*Mali blushes* thank ya sis....*Huge Huggers back to ya *
Mali
From jujubee@yabbs Sun Aug 7 23:29:02 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Faith@yabbs
Subject: re: a cheesy poem
Date: Sun Aug 7 23:29:02 1994
loaded w/heartfelt meaning!
kinda like you could manufacture your own line of "Faith Greeting Cards"
now...heheheh! :)
i know it came from the heart, and that's what is important.....
From sienna@yabbs Mon Aug 8 00:53:50 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Faith@yabbs
Subject: re: a cheesy poem
Date: Mon Aug 8 00:53:50 1994
Hon that was beautiful.....some of us didn't give up on you because we
knew that you were worth it.....*hug*
Someone in Cincinnati loves you, m'dear.
Love,
Your sis,
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Mon Aug 8 00:56:07 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Maliach@yabbs
Subject: re: awwww...
Date: Mon Aug 8 00:56:07 1994
Woah woah woah.....Liz, did Mali just call you "sis?" Oh god, another
one...we have "brothers" and "sisters" coming out all over the place!
Mali, I would love to call you my sis, too. Any sis of faith's has to be a
sis of mine! (Unless you disown me).
And yes, Cat, this _is_ a poem!
*snigger*
*chuckle*
;)
Dee
From Faith@yabbs Mon Aug 8 02:03:55 1994
From: Faith@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: new sis..
Date: Mon Aug 8 02:03:55 1994
Uh...ya it appears we have a new sis that just appeared out of the
woodwork. Hehehe. Maliach is a happy addition to our family. *smile*
Anyway thanks for what ya said about my poem. Know that I meant every word
of it. I can't describe what my heart has been feeling the last week, ok
so maybe I can but this isn't the place to tell it all. *grin* And you
know I am upset that I keep missing you on yabbs. I'll talk to you soon
sis.
*BIG TEXAS SIZED HUGS TO ALL*
I send you all dreams and days filled with happiness, sunlight , and joy.
Love,
ME
From pbj@yabbs Mon Aug 8 03:14:01 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: #3 in series
Date: Mon Aug 8 03:14:01 1994
okay hopefully this next one makes more sense than tha last one....
Listening to beating lives
Contradicted by the air
Not wanting to conform
Ever morphing, always, constant screaming
Seperated by a corpse
And yet ever close
Writing and racking as we pretend
Not to notice one another
Enough of the loudness
The black noise, the white silence
Without much substance
Although it is laden with pressure
'til it implode
Partitioned off from one's existence
By a wall of inexpierence
Without a safetynet to cathc me when
I fall
More players appear to clutter the
Cramped stage
That is too much, a need to escape
Consumes me, I want to leave
And follow that elusive one.
- Mirrors
(c) 1993 Aweburning
oops i hit the return when i wasn't supposed to. the last phrase should
be right next to the rest of the last section.
let me know ....
pbj
Colleen Marie
From Ziggy@yabbs Mon Aug 8 04:59:25 1994
From: Ziggy@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: #3 in series
Date: Mon Aug 8 04:59:25 1994
That was great! I love some of your word choices! ;)
Thanks for feeding my mind, pbj...
-ziggy
From Maliach@yabbs Mon Aug 8 09:07:10 1994
From: Maliach@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Sisters
Date: Mon Aug 8 09:07:10 1994
Well I am happy to be an addition to the family..you all are very speical
people and I am lucky to have ya around...:)
*SUPERSIZED HUGGERSTO YA*
Your lil sis,
Mali
From jujubee@yabbs Mon Aug 8 11:49:52 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Ziggy@yabbs
Subject: email
Date: Mon Aug 8 11:49:52 1994
Ziggy: don't you EVER check your email???? the one on here, i mean...
you need to check it, since i never run into you on yabbs these days...
jujubee
From Lestat!@yabbs Mon Aug 8 12:59:46 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: soul
Date: Mon Aug 8 12:59:46 1994
it's my soul your talking to, so shut up and have a seat
it's misty out, and I have a small story
take advantage of the opportunity
and so, this it
a Sunday night drive turns into a
search for your own existence
looking in the mirror, and whistling a small tune
a smile for the world, and a weeping memory
black, so blase, so by yourself
maybe you don't exist, but your blood runs hot
you think your dead, and it began a few moments
ago
lets talk, dad, help me out...tell me
but, no, it's to hurtful, that night
so long ago
a facade of ignorance, a coat of lies
the blu moon rises and you watch through teary eyes
ago
and so I tell you maybe one love began for spite
I loved her soul, and she loved mine, and we cried until
she died...and then I went home to my father, at night
true, I could lie, but then I wouldn't exist anymore
strumming mu guitar, on an old mattress, stained
song bout love, about peace and then he comes in
ago
behind the microphone, I cry, tears of blood...of my selfishness
cheering, only a moment...wide eyed beautiful girls
I could take any, at any time
at night on my bed, a hot body next to mine
to fill my aching soul, and then the rage begins...
not any more...I won't take it
I can't...take it...
bloodreddarkgloomynight
on the streets, hunting a bitch in heat
and I scream bloody murder, laugh, take a swig
I few moments in time, maybe I'll die
I hope so
From Maliach@yabbs Mon Aug 8 13:39:25 1994
From: Maliach@yabbs
To: Lestat!@yabbs
Subject: re: soul
Date: Mon Aug 8 13:39:25 1994
That is a cool poem.....:)
I understand it...the poem makes me think of my own days when I wanted to
committe suicide...but those days are over for now...:)
*HUGE HUGGERS TO YA*
Mali
From Megabite@yabbs Mon Aug 8 14:25:26 1994
From: Megabite@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: re: soul
Date: Mon Aug 8 14:25:26 1994
this poem is my start on a different road of poetry. even if you don't
like it, don't tell me, because I wrote this poem right before I tried to
commit suicide, and it's slightly special to me.thanks
From Lestat!@yabbs Mon Aug 8 14:31:59 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: ha
Date: Mon Aug 8 14:31:59 1994
Megabite is one of my personalities, obviously...jist thought I
would let ya'll know that, so as not to be confused..
heh
From sienna@yabbs Mon Aug 8 15:33:06 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Lestat!@yabbs
Subject: re: ha
Date: Mon Aug 8 15:33:06 1994
Hey hon I can relate to that poem in a seriously serious kinda way...
*hug*
dee
From TedeBere@yabbs Mon Aug 8 16:01:37 1994
From: TedeBere@yabbs
To: Maliach@yabbs
Subject: re: Maliach and BlacStar
Date: Mon Aug 8 16:01:37 1994
hi ....
i really like your poem ... it's really sweet and beautiful and is a
perfect love poem ...
TedeBere/Trouble!
=)
From Megabite@yabbs Mon Aug 8 16:03:19 1994
From: Megabite@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: hmmm
Date: Mon Aug 8 16:03:19 1994
Maybe I should just give up, seems like there are already huge packs of
roving friends around here. bloody mouthed bastards. thanks for all the
comments, those who did so. now I WON't post until I have a real
humdinger.
your cynical yet bitter friend
(remember people this is a poetry...POETRY P_O_E_T_R_Y board...)
From TedeBere@yabbs Mon Aug 8 16:06:22 1994
From: TedeBere@yabbs
To: Faith@yabbs
Subject: NOT a cheesy poem!!
Date: Mon Aug 8 16:06:22 1994
hey there ...
i *really* like your poem ...its really nice and sweet - just like you!!
=)
it is definitely a poem about one friend or a bunch of ffiends ... it made
me think of my best friend and sister, who lives in Maine ... I miss her a
great deal and reading that poem made me happy
*HUGE GIGANTIC HUGGLES*
luv ya,
Val =)
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 8 16:24:48 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: "one of the guys"
Date: Mon Aug 8 16:24:48 1994
7/28/94
Sometimes I wish guys would see me
As more than "just a friend"
To quote a friend,
"I'm missing something in my life .... stability"
So many days, when I'm "one of the guys", I would rather much be "one of
the girls" (if there is such a thing)
I can't help it if I make friends with guys easier than with girls
(It's just the way I am)
I'm not leggy, blonde, or thin
I'm a little overweight, have brown curly hair, and am slightly leggy
And i don't think that it can be changed that easily
I like to have friends that are guys, but there are so many days when
I wish I was more than friends
(okay, I might sound a little desperate, but I'm really not)
I guess I'm scared I will wind up being single the rest of my life.
It isn't something I will look forward to if it happens.
Sorry folks, it's just the way I felt, and still feel a little bit. Maybe
I'm just a bit down, i don't know
trouble!
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 8 16:30:24 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: trouble!@yabbs
Subject: gods ... sounds depressing
Date: Mon Aug 8 16:30:24 1994
okay ... so maybe i was a little depressed ...
who knows???? *shrug of shoulders*
val
From Faith@yabbs Mon Aug 8 17:03:13 1994
From: Faith@yabbs
To: trouble!@yabbs
Subject: re: gods ... sounds depressing
Date: Mon Aug 8 17:03:13 1994
*HUGE TX SIZED HUGS TO YOU* I can relate to your poem so much. But know
there is someone out there just for YOU. Maybe you haven't met him yet or
mebbe he is right under your nose. (ok, so maybe I am just speaking from
experience *silly grin*) Either way Ithink a few of us have felt the way
you were when you wrote that. Just know your friends, true friends, are
always there for you.Take it from me..a person who has just realized how
much people care. *smile*
know who you are...you know what i mean. *grin*
trouble!: I send you days and dreams filled with happiness, sunlight, and
joy.
Love,
ME
From Faith@yabbs Mon Aug 8 17:05:00 1994
From: Faith@yabbs
To: trouble!@yabbs
Subject: re: gods ... sounds depressing
Date: Mon Aug 8 17:05:00 1994
oh delete the "know who you are *grin* " line...I was gonna say something
else, but decided not to...I'll explain some other time.
Love,
ME
From jujubee@yabbs Mon Aug 8 17:30:27 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Megabite@yabbs
Subject: re: hmmm
Date: Mon Aug 8 17:30:27 1994
huh? what was that all about???
From Maliach@yabbs Mon Aug 8 18:00:33 1994
From: Maliach@yabbs
To: Trouble!@yabbs
Subject: Thank you
Date: Mon Aug 8 18:00:33 1994
Thank you fro your complinent...:)
I understand how you feel in your poem...I have felt like that many
times..but the one thing that got me through it was the fact that I know
that I have some really freiat friends...and "sisters"....:)
I just wanted to hand ya a rose and give ya a huger hugger...:
:) even
*Hands ya a perfect white riose and Huggers ya tight*...:)
Mali
From batt@yabbs Mon Aug 8 20:23:46 1994
From: batt@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: re: 'lately'
Date: Mon Aug 8 20:23:46 1994
thanx...is that a good 'numb' or a batt-numb?
could i make the imagery worse?darker?i usually try...
post more ... please...
enjoi...
batt
From batt@yabbs Mon Aug 8 20:36:51 1994
From: batt@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: faith&maliach
Date: Mon Aug 8 20:36:51 1994
to both of you - i wish i could write love poetry. maybe it's the
slight/nil chance i've had to experience real or worthwhile love that
makes it hard for me to do it. who knows? anyways i'vee read
them times...damn good and better each read. please post again...from
one depressive ...batt
From jujubee@yabbs Mon Aug 8 21:51:22 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: batt@yabbs
Subject: re: 'lately'
Date: Mon Aug 8 21:51:22 1994
well, i guess it's a "numb" numb...i dunno, i can't explain it...i guess
it could be good, if you're in that kind of mood...quite frankly, i LOVE
dark poetry...and believe it or not, dark poetry is sometimes quite
representative of love poetry....let's take for example, Robert
Smith...now he writes extremely dark poetry...and so much of it is truly
love poetry...i can't use any literary figures as examples, because i'm
not really hip on them...just Shakespeare, pretty much...so i have to
stick to contemporaries that i am familiar with...some might disagree w/me
that Robert Smith is a singer and not a poet, but i'll have you know that
since he writes most of his own lyrics, he is considered a poet to me...
the point i'm trying to make here, batt, is that if you are good at dark
poetry, stick w/it! i prefer to write dark poetry if and when i actually
do write, and it usually comes at a time when i'm feeling that
numbness...so to me i guess it's a good kind of numb...
just my fraction of a nickel's worth....<-----(who got us all started on
this anyhow???? heheheh)
From jujubee@yabbs Mon Aug 8 21:52:12 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: batt@yabbs
Subject: re: 'lately'
Date: Mon Aug 8 21:52:12 1994
i take it back...i AM hip on Emily Dickinson....
From Maliach@yabbs Mon Aug 8 21:55:56 1994
From: Maliach@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: You too...:)
Date: Mon Aug 8 21:55:56 1994
I love Emily Dickinson.......:)
Mali
From Natalie@yabbs Mon Aug 8 22:11:07 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Maliach@yabbs
Subject: re: You too...:)
Date: Mon Aug 8 22:11:07 1994
i never got into e dickinson much....a lot of her stuff doesn't do
anything for me....altho i love i heard a fly buzz when i died...*shrug*
yeats is the man for me. heehee. oh, i do temd to go on about him, dont
i?
natalie
From batt@yabbs Mon Aug 8 22:41:30 1994
From: batt@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: re: You too...:)
Date: Mon Aug 8 22:41:30 1994
dickson, to me, was one of the ones who got me started on writing down
the shit i think up...that and a poem called "Richard Corey" (which I'll
post tomorrow after I find it...it's the first one that ever inspired
me...)
go ahead and call smith a poet...never got into his music much (sorry
all cure fans!) but i've always liked his lyrics...to me they do more
outside of the songs...also a jim morrison fan and thought anything pink
floyd did before the wall should have been enshrined...literary...guess i
can't think of too many either...most of the real good dark poems i've
read are simply occasional works by love/cheerful/happy-smiley poets...
thanx...
batt.........
From jujubee@yabbs Mon Aug 8 23:32:04 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: batt@yabbs
Subject: re: You too...:)
Date: Mon Aug 8 23:32:04 1994
YES! Richard Corey! If you can't find it...i know EXACTLY where i have
it...and i'll post it for you! (don't wanna steal your thunder, tho)
From jujubee@yabbs Mon Aug 8 23:35:10 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: You too...:)
Date: Mon Aug 8 23:35:10 1994
figures! you would! heheheh...no, that's a great one..i love anything
about a funeral...poetry,that is....
yeats, yeats, yeats....good ole Bill Butler...hehehe
I'M SO SICK OF HEARING ABOUT OLE WILLIE I DUNNO WHAT I'M GONNA DO W/YOU
NATALIE!!!!! ;) ...and i love ya like a trooper, ya know? hehehe ;)
i'm just teasing you...yeats is fine...he just writes those damned long
poems that i detest reading! naaaahhh..i'll pull out my college texts and
see what i've been missing in ole willie's writing...heheheh...give you a
cheap thrill! ;)
your "ode to a grecian urn" kinda chick....jujubee
From jujubee@yabbs Mon Aug 8 23:36:26 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Maliach@yabbs
Subject: re: You too...:)
Date: Mon Aug 8 23:36:26 1994
finally! someone w/class!
there are sooooooooooooooooo many of those freakin' yeats fanatics out
there! ;)
ooopS! -------->open mouth, insert foot....
i'd better shut up while i'm still alive....
From jujubee@yabbs Mon Aug 8 23:37:57 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: re: You too...:)
Date: Mon Aug 8 23:37:57 1994
or shall i say "he just wrote" (note the correction of the present tense
to past) duh! the d00d's dead already!!!
sometimes i think i'm hanging w/Rod Serling or something...
From Natalie@yabbs Tue Aug 9 00:54:30 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: batt@yabbs
Subject: re: You too...:)
Date: Tue Aug 9 00:54:30 1994
i remember richard cory...great irony in that one...the perfect guy with
the totally perfect life goes and blows his brains out...really makes you
think, don't it?
natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Tue Aug 9 00:55:36 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: re: You too...:)
Date: Tue Aug 9 00:55:36 1994
heehee.....i'd never kill ya juju...you might sic yer kitties on me...
:)
natalie
who wishes that yeats weren't dead so she could boink him, monkey balls
and all
*smirk*
From sienna@yabbs Tue Aug 9 02:23:16 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Megabite@yabbs
Subject: re: hmmm
Date: Tue Aug 9 02:23:16 1994
I understand exactly where you're coming from..it is so discouraging to
post things on here and then get minimal feedback at best...
Please don't stop posting...I for one enjoi your work *hug*
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Tue Aug 9 02:24:24 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: trouble!@yabbs
Subject: re: "one of the guys"
Date: Tue Aug 9 02:24:24 1994
Oh Trouble!
Wonderful! *hug*
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Tue Aug 9 02:26:50 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: re: 'lately'
Date: Tue Aug 9 02:26:50 1994
I have to agree with ya about Robert Smith there juju!
:)
dee
From sienna@yabbs Tue Aug 9 02:27:41 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: re: 'lately'
Date: Tue Aug 9 02:27:41 1994
Emily Dickenson.....
"I heard a fly buzz when I died..."
*giggle*
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Tue Aug 9 02:28:33 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: batt@yabbs
Subject: re: You too...:)
Date: Tue Aug 9 02:28:33 1994
I liked the poem "Richard Cory"
Very shocking.....
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Tue Aug 9 02:30:18 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: re: You too...:)
Date: Tue Aug 9 02:30:18 1994
Ewwwwww "Ode To A Grecian Urn?" yuck...I hated Keats
It WAS Keats right?
Yeah, he was the one obsessed with beauty.....damn idjit...something about
beauty being truth and truth beauty...I must be untruth then hehehe ;)
Dee
From Natalie@yabbs Tue Aug 9 03:07:09 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: hmmm
Date: Tue Aug 9 03:07:09 1994
note: no one everresponds to my stuff, but that's ok w/ me....*shrug*
natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Tue Aug 9 03:08:31 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: You too...:)
Date: Tue Aug 9 03:08:31 1994
keats is awesoooooome...not as awesome as yeats of course (i dunno if he
was obsessed w/ beauty...a lot of his poetry is very bitter and
hateful....especially the later stuff).....
natalie
lying in the fould rag and bone shop of her heart
From Death@yabbs Tue Aug 9 03:30:52 1994
From: Death@yabbs
To: Faith@yabbs
Subject: re: You too...:)
Date: Tue Aug 9 03:30:52 1994
Beautiful poem hon! *HUG*
It really touched a special place in my heart.
Keep up the good work!
(and say hi to you know who for me ;)
*HUG*
--Les
From kke@yabbs Tue Aug 9 03:56:47 1994
From: kke@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: ~/poems/kerri/dinosaur
Date: Tue Aug 9 03:56:47 1994
Here's a poem a wrote about an old ex-girlfriend who I still haven't
gotten over...
Dinosaur
=------=
Ya, that's right.
Ms. Goody 2 Shoes,
walkin' down the block with your
high-top sneakers,
flannel shirt,
feeling like a top o'
the world grunge baby.
You were such an innocent
child you hear your Aunt Polly say
but then one day
you met me
I stayed clean
You were still so innocent
but something happened
at your public sports event
and our relationship would
never be the
same.
No jell-o puddin' pops for
me sweety, I'm headin' for
the straight road for
union with
Brahman.
But one week later,
annoyance set in
and you never talk
never look straight in
my eyes
My life is now over
or has it just begun
with a lead compound
Killer Keebler Elf
mo' poetry on the way
From batt@yabbs Tue Aug 9 04:23:06 1994
From: batt@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Richard Cory
Date: Tue Aug 9 04:23:06 1994
anyways...this is the poem that i believe finally inspired me to
write myself...i had long before tried, and written parodies and
imitations, but this is the one that finally got the muse yanking
on my nerves...
Richard Cory
Whenever Richard Cory went downtown,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean-favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good morning," and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich - yes, richer than a king-
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.
Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869 - 1935)
From batt@yabbs Tue Aug 9 04:26:25 1994
From: batt@yabbs
To: kke@yabbs
Subject: re: ~/poems/kerri/dinosaur
Date: Tue Aug 9 04:26:25 1994
i don't know if you tried to give me a good image with that but you
did...i can almost see the look on her face during the week
after...'course, i'm kinda goofy that way...
waiting for the promised mo' poetry...
chris...
batt
From kke@yabbs Tue Aug 9 05:01:26 1994
From: kke@yabbs
To: batt@yabbs
Subject: re: ~/poems/kerri/dinosaur
Date: Tue Aug 9 05:01:26 1994
I did try to give that "image." She broke up with me, and I'm not over it
still. I thought SHE was going to be the one, if you know what I mean.
She didn't even tell me that she wanted to break up, someone else did.
From kke@yabbs Tue Aug 9 05:08:19 1994
From: kke@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: poetry/crushes/lori.s/lsdwn
Date: Tue Aug 9 05:08:19 1994
Another poem, inspired by a tremendous crush on someone.
"love spirals downward"
i was amazed
the nylon had a satin resilliance
as it clung to her breast
her facial expressions
were almost feline in nature
the scent of patchouli
reinforced her femininity
the black velvet
was perfectly clinging to her spine
her kindness
far surpassed her beauty
as great as it was
when she smiled
i felt the sun
when she smiled
she laid mansuetude upon me
she molded my emotions unknowingly
like a sculptor with clay
she made a pleat in my heart
and her eyes
like two deep brown moons
set a knowing gaze upon me
and thus i became cislunar
when we were together
we sipped kummel from nautili
and together we laid
as the thunder rolled
Killer Keebler Elf
"and maybe you can help me,
and i can help you" - frank black
From trouble!@yabbs Tue Aug 9 08:15:46 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: Maliach@yabbs
Subject: thank you
Date: Tue Aug 9 08:15:46 1994
thanks mali
huge huggers back
*HUGGERZ*
me =)
From trouble!@yabbs Tue Aug 9 08:21:07 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: You too...:)
Date: Tue Aug 9 08:21:07 1994
dee,
we are all beautiful on this inside no matter how we look on the outside
even though there are people who are pretty inside and outside, but hey
that's just the way it is (and i dont mean me, either
*huggles*
val
From trouble!@yabbs Tue Aug 9 08:24:32 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: kke@yabbs
Subject: re: poetry/crushes/lori.s/lsdwn
Date: Tue Aug 9 08:24:32 1994
now that is a love poem from the heart
trouble!
From jujubee@yabbs Tue Aug 9 09:23:48 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: You too...:)
Date: Tue Aug 9 09:23:48 1994
hell, you'd rather have the foreplay...old willie fondling you while
reciting his famous poetic verses......
hehehehe
From jujubee@yabbs Tue Aug 9 09:25:01 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: You too...:)
Date: Tue Aug 9 09:25:01 1994
ya know, i dunno WHO wrote it...but it sticks out in my mind for some
reason...guess cuz i could picture a grecian urn....
From jujubee@yabbs Tue Aug 9 09:26:52 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: kke@yabbs
Subject: re: poetry/crushes/lori.s/lsdwn
Date: Tue Aug 9 09:26:52 1994
i just LOVE how you have your poetry categorized ;)
From jujubee@yabbs Tue Aug 9 09:27:44 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: trouble!@yabbs
Subject: re: You too...:)
Date: Tue Aug 9 09:27:44 1994
NO WE"RE NOT! MY GUTS ARE NOT BEAUTIFUL!
heheheh ... :)
gotcha there!
From jujubee@yabbs Tue Aug 9 09:31:31 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: critiques
Date: Tue Aug 9 09:31:31 1994
For all those who feel let down because ppl did not critique their work:
Remember, this base doesn't seem to have a whole lot of different ppl that
either post OR respond..kind of an elite group, actually...and I've
already given my explanation of when I do and do not critique works...
So don't give up; the ppl that do not read this base are missing
something, but that is their loss!
Hang in there, keep on posting, and have a lovely day! :)
jujubee--------->one who takes ppl seriously, even though her general
demeanor does not suggest seriousness....
From sienna@yabbs Tue Aug 9 11:16:01 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: kke@yabbs
Subject: re: ~/poems/kerri/dinosaur
Date: Tue Aug 9 11:16:01 1994
I know what it is like to fid out from someone else that your significant
other wants to break things off...my advice: if she was willing to throw
away your heart, then be glad the she isn't "the one"....you need to be
able to trust the person who is going to be your mate for the rest of your
life...*ahem*
:)
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Tue Aug 9 11:17:17 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: trouble!@yabbs
Subject: re: You too...:)
Date: Tue Aug 9 11:17:17 1994
Hey girl, I KNOW that I am beautiful on the inside (shees I sound so
conceited).
But thanks for telling me that!
*hug*
Dee
From Megabite@yabbs Tue Aug 9 12:45:47 1994
From: Megabite@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: just try
Date: Tue Aug 9 12:45:47 1994
just try and take me away
and thats why I can't stay.
From trouble!@yabbs Tue Aug 9 13:23:49 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: re: You too...:)
Date: Tue Aug 9 13:23:49 1994
silly juju =)
me =)
From trouble!@yabbs Tue Aug 9 13:30:16 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: kke@yabbs
Subject: re: ~/poems/kerri/dinosaur
Date: Tue Aug 9 13:30:16 1994
hey *hugs*
when someone breaks up with you, it hurts ... i think everyone has been
through that
it hurts worse when you fin out from someone other than your significant
other ...it makes you feel like there is something so worng with the
relationship that the person cant tell you to your face (then again, they
might be a coward or something lik etha to not be strong enough to tell
oops
like that to not be strong enough to tell you to your face) .....
my ex didnt do it in person, he did over the computer links .. which hurt
worse than if it was a letter or a phone call or even in person
but, as they say, time heals all (or most) wounds.... just give it a bit
of time (in my case a year) and things ewill more or less be better
*hugs*
trouble! =)
From trouble!@yabbs Tue Aug 9 13:31:18 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: You too...:)
Date: Tue Aug 9 13:31:18 1994
dee
your welcome *hugs*
val
=)
From GPF@yabbs Tue Aug 9 15:43:30 1994
From: GPF@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: /dev/null
Date: Tue Aug 9 15:43:30 1994
since we seem to be posting files in here lately, i thought i'd share a great
poem i found on my system today, here it is:
beautiful wasn't it? *sheds a tear*
....gpf....
From trouble!@yabbs Tue Aug 9 15:50:35 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: GPF@yabbs
Subject: re: /dev/null
Date: Tue Aug 9 15:50:35 1994
cute
From Natalie@yabbs Tue Aug 9 16:05:42 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: re: You too...:)
Date: Tue Aug 9 16:05:42 1994
*SMIRK*
heehee.
and you'd just want to watch.
and this is a poem.
natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Tue Aug 9 16:07:12 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: yeehaw!
Date: Tue Aug 9 16:07:12 1994
I GOT POST 1000!!!!! YES YES YES!!!!!
i am so cool.
this is a poem.
natalie
From GPF@yabbs Tue Aug 9 16:12:47 1994
From: GPF@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: yeehaw!
Date: Tue Aug 9 16:12:47 1994
In message yeehaw!, Natalie said:
> I GOT POST 1000!!!!! YES YES YES!!!!!
>
> i am so cool.
>
> this is a poem.
>
> natalie
you did?
....gpf....
he who may not be poetic but sure knows how to count
From Faith@yabbs Tue Aug 9 16:32:14 1994
From: Faith@yabbs
To: natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: yeehaw!
Date: Tue Aug 9 16:32:14 1994
Do you win a prize for getting post 1000? *grin* If it's money can we
borrow some? I'm sure a few of us could use a loan or two. Hehehe. Either
wasy I am hapy for ya sis. *HUG* Hope I get post 2000. hehehe.
Love,
ME
you know who sends regards and *HUGS* to ya. *smile*
From Faith@yabbs Tue Aug 9 16:33:55 1994
From: Faith@yabbs
To: GPF@yabbs
Subject: your poem
Date: Tue Aug 9 16:33:55 1994
It was beautiful. I shed a tear myself. *grin* Hahaha..silly GPF. I looks
forward to seeing more.
*HUGS*
Love,
ME
From htoaster@yabbs Tue Aug 9 16:43:29 1994
From: htoaster@yabbs
To: GPF@yabbs
Subject: re: yeehaw!
Date: Tue Aug 9 16:43:29 1994
In message re: yeehaw!, GPF said:
> you did?
looks like she did to me, but she mentioned it in post 1001...here
1000: [ Natalie] to [ jujubee] - [re: You too...:)]
now what will happen when i finally put in the code to actually delete
old messages and getting post 1000 isn't a big deal anymore, becasue it
will be post 900 a few days later?
alex
From gpf_no_2@yabbs Tue Aug 9 16:52:49 1994
From: gpf_no_2@yabbs
To: htoaster@yabbs
Subject: re: yeehaw!
Date: Tue Aug 9 16:52:49 1994
oh yeah, i guess i don't know how to count after all....
....gpf....
who has lost his one claim to fame.
From sienna@yabbs Tue Aug 9 16:57:47 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: You too...:)
Date: Tue Aug 9 16:57:47 1994
Ah NAt you got to post number 1000 *sniff*
;)
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Tue Aug 9 17:10:52 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: <no title>
Date: Tue Aug 9 17:10:52 1994
This is a poem I wrote a few years ago...I am cleaning my room getting
ready to leave for college and I came across this in one of the boxes in
my closet (where things have been known to disappear forever, never to be
heard from again hehehe) and so I'd like to share it with ya'll.
Spinning in circles around the corners of my mind
See the sky, as silent as time
Running from everything I can vaguely call mine
The stars drip with my blood
The mmon is dark red
See my hands, as black as mud
Solace found in the living dead
All around me the air speaks
Of long forgotten pain that lives endlessly
Can we find forgiveness in the patterns of the stars
Or does the road wind about senselessly
The path is jagged like shards of broken glass
The broken glass that lines my heart
Maybe if I drown inside the sea of love
Some shred of truth will to me impart
Some strange wisdom that can glue together
All that has once again fallen apart
Mouths lined with red have again come for me
These bloody things, they are so hungry
They will devour all that is good in me
Smiling serenely as they eat away what you can't see
Tell me why when I scream
The earth seems to laugh at me
When I cry
They always torment me
I found this written on an index card...go figure....hehehehe
Enjoi,
Dee
From LadyLuck@yabbs Tue Aug 9 17:59:25 1994
From: LadyLuck@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Fading warmth...
Date: Tue Aug 9 17:59:25 1994
My fingers trace the warm hollow
where your body used to lie...
And warm tears fall from my eyes...
Warmth is all around me,
but within me nothing lies....
but the coldness of knowing that you're gone
and no warmth will be retained.
From batt@yabbs Tue Aug 9 18:19:32 1994
From: batt@yabbs
To: kke@yabbs
Subject: yours...
Date: Tue Aug 9 18:19:32 1994
...liked both of yourz and need to see more...don't know what else i can
say 'cuz i really suck at critiques (as most people here know...!)
if it isn't too painful, talk about it...
if it is too painful, write it down...
batt
enjoi...
From batt@yabbs Tue Aug 9 18:20:52 1994
From: batt@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: just
Date: Tue Aug 9 18:20:52 1994
i just want someone
to take away the pictures
i just want someone
to take away the stories
i just want someone
to silence all the music
so all of you will know
how i feel
From Maliach@yabbs Tue Aug 9 22:22:18 1994
From: Maliach@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Mother
Date: Tue Aug 9 22:22:18 1994
This is a poem that I wrote for my mother on Mother's day...So tell
me what ya think....:)
Mother
You were there when I took my first step,
You were there when I lost my first tooth,
You held me when I fell and skinned my knee,
Yo held me as I cried for a lost friend,
Mother, I just wnated you to know how I feel about you,
You are my best friend,
I want you to know tht I love you,
But you need to let me go--
To find my own way.
I will always need you--
So dont despair ,
Mother dear, I will always be here.
And I will always be you little girl,
However I nned to be a big girl now....
So be there for me my friend.
I love you and that will never change--
Let me go for now,
But not forgotten....
Mali....:)
From jujubee@yabbs Tue Aug 9 22:49:33 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Megabite@yabbs
Subject: re: just try
Date: Tue Aug 9 22:49:33 1994
i like that poem...so short and sweet and so packed w/meaning....not too
many ppl can write like that!
From jujubee@yabbs Tue Aug 9 22:50:50 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: You too...:)
Date: Tue Aug 9 22:50:50 1994
are you kidding??? i'd be there w/my polaroid! ;)
From jujubee@yabbs Tue Aug 9 22:54:17 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Tue Aug 9 22:54:17 1994
some of our best works might not be on the conventional piece of paper...
i personally liked the darkness of that poem...
From jujubee@yabbs Tue Aug 9 22:56:22 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: LadyLuck@yabbs
Subject: re: Fading warmth...
Date: Tue Aug 9 22:56:22 1994
i liked that poem except for the last line...i felt it did not do justice
to the rest of the poem.
From Natalie@yabbs Tue Aug 9 23:02:56 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Faith@yabbs
Subject: re: yeehaw!
Date: Tue Aug 9 23:02:56 1994
you saw you know who? i haven't seen you know who is i dont know how
long. heehee.
this is a poem.
natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Tue Aug 9 23:04:49 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: old poetry
Date: Tue Aug 9 23:04:49 1994
i was doing that today too...found some of my stuff from junior
high...let's just say that i'm saving it for now, but when i become famous
(because i will) it's gonna get destroyed...there's only one that i'm even
considering posting...but some of them MIGHT be salvagable...
natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Tue Aug 9 23:05:16 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: LadyLuck@yabbs
Subject: re: Fading warmth...
Date: Tue Aug 9 23:05:16 1994
cooooool...powerful imagery...
natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Tue Aug 9 23:06:48 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Maliach@yabbs
Subject: re: Mother
Date: Tue Aug 9 23:06:48 1994
*sigh* i miss my mother soooo much...i wish she could see what i am today
and be proud of how far i've come (altho i have a ways to go yet). *sigh*
natalie
who lost her mother too young
From Zippo@yabbs Tue Aug 9 23:10:14 1994
From: Zippo@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: The Days
Date: Tue Aug 9 23:10:14 1994
The days drift endlessly by.
As I await the chance to fly.
The sun beats down on me brightly,
While I dream nightly.
Tomorrow will be the day.
Or so they say.
The pain of another wasted chance,
All I want is just one glance
Of the beautiful landscape.
I wonder will I ever escape?
Tomorrow will be the day.
Or so they say.
I know better.
Zippo
From dmonger@yabbs Tue Aug 9 23:58:48 1994
From: dmonger@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: Mother
Date: Tue Aug 9 23:58:48 1994
In message re: Mother, Natalie said:
> and be proud of how far i've come (altho i have a ways to go yet). *sigh*
i'm sure she would be nat.
*hug*
-peter
From Natalie@yabbs Wed Aug 10 00:16:18 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: and yet another one
Date: Wed Aug 10 00:16:18 1994
that's SICK!!!!
have you watchedthe cook the theif his wife and her lover recently? cause
the same thing happens at the end.....
kind of.
natalie
From Cat@yabbs Wed Aug 10 00:24:07 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: and yet another one
Date: Wed Aug 10 00:24:07 1994
i don't usually watch things that have lover in the title :)
-tammie
From Death@yabbs Wed Aug 10 00:33:59 1994
From: Death@yabbs
To: Faith@yabbs
Subject: re: yeehaw!
Date: Wed Aug 10 00:33:59 1994
hehehe At the rate this base is going, 2000 will be posted by the end of
next week! Sheesh... I'm off for SEVEN HOURS and there's more than 25 new
posts :> Well, keep up the great writing all :>
*hugs*
--Les
(and no, this is NOT a poem *smirk* :)
From Death@yabbs Wed Aug 10 00:37:41 1994
From: Death@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Wed Aug 10 00:37:41 1994
Beautiful Dee!
*HUG*
Once again, you've struck one of my inner thoughts on a nail :)
Keep up the great work...
(: Les :)
From kke@yabbs Wed Aug 10 01:26:19 1994
From: kke@yabbs
To: trouble!@yabbs
Subject: re: poetry/crushes/lori.s/lsdwn
Date: Wed Aug 10 01:26:19 1994
that it was, but i don't like her as much now. i'll post a new poem soon
i still like her though
Killer Keebler Elf
From kke@yabbs Wed Aug 10 01:27:37 1994
From: kke@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: re: poetry/crushes/lori.s/lsdwn
Date: Wed Aug 10 01:27:37 1994
well, i had my computer use the directories on my acct, it only shows what
it can fit
i have poetry/death too
From kke@yabbs Wed Aug 10 01:28:15 1994
From: kke@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: ~/poems/kerri/dinosaur
Date: Wed Aug 10 01:28:15 1994
yeah, i realized that
Killer Keebler Elf
From kke@yabbs Wed Aug 10 01:30:10 1994
From: kke@yabbs
To: trouble!@yabbs
Subject: re: ~/poems/kerri/dinosaur
Date: Wed Aug 10 01:30:10 1994
well the person i found out from i wasn't getting along too well with
at the time, and i knew he sort of liked her. he thought i was bragging
about her. she gave the reason that we didn't know enough about eachother.
Karma love,
Killer Keebler Elf
From kke@yabbs Wed Aug 10 01:33:08 1994
From: kke@yabbs
To: batt@yabbs
Subject: re: yours...
Date: Wed Aug 10 01:33:08 1994
~/poetry/love/frustration/damntorment
Damn this torment,
I felt so close to your touch.
But now I see you fade away,
and my wounded heart
takes another lash from love's rejection.
Who brings forth my pain,
and gnashes my dreams away?
Who gives me the illusion of love,
and then quickly runs away?
My effort is useless,
I've reached for a heart which
repels me away again.
I beg for your kiss,
but I'm only left to mourn.
Why did you touch my heart,
but then shatter it repeatedly?
I have been thrown again to
my bleeding knees,
but my begging justifies nothing.
My heart cries now,
with my eyes that have seen your beauty,
I know not my error,
For how can my love for you be wrong...
Another i wrote in frustration
Killer Keebler Elf
From Natalie@yabbs Wed Aug 10 01:50:52 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: and yet another one
Date: Wed Aug 10 01:50:52 1994
the only part of the movie that was worth the rental was the very very
very end...the rest i thought was really bad...esp. how they killed the
lover...they made him eat his books....
natalie
From pbj@yabbs Wed Aug 10 04:52:10 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: clutter #4
Date: Wed Aug 10 04:52:10 1994
well here's the next one....
Now, as I wait
I find myself still thiking
About past evenings
In that dark, cloudy
room with all of its
ash and noise.
Left with my shattered
countenence and heart
in my hands
I'm not prepared
To try to put it
Back together
As I clutch it to my breast
And push hard against
My chest hoping to
force it back into the void
the black hole which
will never forget you
left bruised and happy
at once alone
afeared that i might
not love again
Mirrors
(c) 1993 Aweburning
p.s. see what i mean c.j.????
pbj
Colleen Marie
From adeptus@yabbs Wed Aug 10 07:16:59 1994
From: adeptus@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: what happened?
Date: Wed Aug 10 07:16:59 1994
I posted a poem last night, & now it's disappeared!
It was my only copy too, I hadn't written it down anywhere...
damn that pisses me off
anyone get a chance to read it before it vanished?
if so, what did you think? (& did you make a copy?)
-Adeptus
From TedeBere@yabbs Wed Aug 10 08:21:43 1994
From: TedeBere@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: on an index card????
Date: Wed Aug 10 08:21:43 1994
dee ...
it must have been a 5x8 card cause i dont think that much poem could fit
on a 3x5 card
i like it a lot =)
val
From TedeBere@yabbs Wed Aug 10 08:22:58 1994
From: TedeBere@yabbs
To: LadyLuck@yabbs
Subject: re: Fading warmth...
Date: Wed Aug 10 08:22:58 1994
hey there ...
whats with the morbid poetry??
i actually like it and it suits my mood every so often
*hugs*
val
From TedeBere@yabbs Wed Aug 10 08:25:40 1994
From: TedeBere@yabbs
To: Maliach@yabbs
Subject: re: Mother
Date: Wed Aug 10 08:25:40 1994
hey mali,
it sounds exactly like something my mother needs to hear from me,
but i dont know how to tell her ... i'm 21 and she still see me and treats
me as a child ... its really starting to get on my nerves .. especially
when i want to do anything at all with my friends
val =)
From sienna@yabbs Wed Aug 10 08:30:46 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Zippo@yabbs
Subject: re: The Days
Date: Wed Aug 10 08:30:46 1994
That was beautiful, hon! *hug* And I know what you are talking about...I
am glad that you were able to get out onto paper like that..it always
helps me to write things down...to get them out.
I love you!
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Wed Aug 10 08:32:55 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: Mother
Date: Wed Aug 10 08:32:55 1994
*hug* Oh Nat.....I know that losing your mom was so difficult...my mom has
Progressive Deteriorating Heart Disease, and I am watching her slowly die.
And I do not know how I will ever handle her [eventual] death...she is my
best friend.
:comforts Natalie as best she can although she doesn't know yet what Nat
has gone through.....
*hughughug*
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Wed Aug 10 08:34:35 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Death@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Wed Aug 10 08:34:35 1994
Sienna bows to Death
hehehe
*hug*
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Wed Aug 10 08:35:13 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: kke@yabbs
Subject: re: ~/poems/kerri/dinosaur
Date: Wed Aug 10 08:35:13 1994
Realised what?
dee
From TedeBere@yabbs Wed Aug 10 08:35:28 1994
From: TedeBere@yabbs
To: kke@yabbs
Subject: re: ~/poems/kerri/dinosaur
Date: Wed Aug 10 08:35:28 1994
*hugs*
Trouble!/TedeBere
From sienna@yabbs Wed Aug 10 08:36:49 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: TedeBere@yabbs
Subject: re: on an index card????
Date: Wed Aug 10 08:36:49 1994
Val-
Actually it was a 3x5.....I wrote very tiny....
hehehe
*hug*
Dee
From jujubee@yabbs Wed Aug 10 09:20:39 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: adeptus@yabbs
Subject: re: what happened?
Date: Wed Aug 10 09:20:39 1994
sorry, never saw it....
From TedeBere@yabbs Wed Aug 10 09:50:55 1994
From: TedeBere@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: on an index card????
Date: Wed Aug 10 09:50:55 1994
cool
=)
val
From LadyLuck@yabbs Wed Aug 10 09:54:43 1994
From: LadyLuck@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Paint the town...
Date: Wed Aug 10 09:54:43 1994
Oh, yeah boy... Let's paint the town red.
But if you don't mind, I'll use your blood instead
of the cheap paint you offer.
QUIVER
From LadyLuck@yabbs Wed Aug 10 09:59:46 1994
From: LadyLuck@yabbs
To: TedeBere@yabbs
Subject: re: Fading warmth...
Date: Wed Aug 10 09:59:46 1994
I can do nice poetry, look
I read your face and
find the lines that tell me
how much you laugh...
I can trace and
touch the lines that tell me
who you are...
Barb
From Zippo@yabbs Wed Aug 10 10:19:54 1994
From: Zippo@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: Thanks
Date: Wed Aug 10 10:19:54 1994
Well, I actually didn't write that one down. I just sat here and typed
away, but thank you for noticing it. I knew you would know exactly what I
was talking about.
I love you! *hug*
Nathan
From Lestat!@yabbs Wed Aug 10 15:03:04 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: in progress
Date: Wed Aug 10 15:03:04 1994
this is a little deal I have basically finished, but wouldn't mind some
help
In the way
In the way of my path, you are, better move
or I'll have to kill you...what? you wish to talk? about what? my
demise...
of course I do.It's still as clear as the day
and I was walking along a running stream, she wanted to touch my hand
but I drew back, and her skin brushed mine, a pitiful
reminder of what we once had, we will never again have
and she started to cry I asked her why
and she told me (the always
response) if I didn't know, she wouldn't tell me
I laughed in her face...to much soap opera's for you, love
she spit in my face
get the hell out of here, I hate you
my misery...
more? you better remember this...
her golden hair, her brown eyes..a poets dream come true
all I remember now is the scorn in her face, the tears in my heart
and her laughter ringing loud and clear, my misery
I couldn't stand to see her picture...ripped it up, and again
her friends sneer at my back, the lonely road
once had, now lost
forget her I told myself and
plunged into my studies and grew as black as the darkness in the
bottom of a well
demons imagined...I would weep for hours, long as our walks
midnight phone calls, sleepy friends
what life?
and so one day I took out my shotgun
put the barrel in my mouth and pulled the trigger
cold, hard metal
of course, it was empty, and I couldn't stop my
my misery
a shower a month, maybe, no friends, no loved ones
and screamed and raged at the moon
but then I realized that there was another girl in my life
as soon as I saw her, I forgot my poets dream
and I came to realize, there was no such thing as love
you laugh of course, but I know the truth
From sienna@yabbs Wed Aug 10 16:10:42 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: LadyLuck@yabbs
Subject: re: Paint the town...
Date: Wed Aug 10 16:10:42 1994
ooooh I LOVED that. Awesome imagery...and quite apropos to how I was
feeling not too long ago...hehehe I really really liked that!
*hugs*
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Wed Aug 10 16:12:46 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Zippo@yabbs
Subject: re: Thanks
Date: Wed Aug 10 16:12:46 1994
Sienna walks up to Zippo, hugs him and says "I love you too, hon."
I thought that it was pretty good for impromptu...so when are you gonna
write another one.....gee....maybe you should switch subjects, try to
write a LOVE poem or something *hint* *hint* (subtle aren't I?)
;)
Love Always,
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Wed Aug 10 16:18:49 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Lestat!@yabbs
Subject: re: in progress
Date: Wed Aug 10 16:18:49 1994
Cool...liked the images that poem evoked....
Ok, you wanted some feedback, here is my 2% of two cents worth....
You might wanna take a look at the form of the poem.
Ex:
"...and her skin
brushed
mine; a pitiful reminder
of what we once had
[of what] we will
never
have again and she started
to cry..."
Just a suggestion....makes for choppy reading but it also makes certain
words or phrases stand out..
All in all a wonderful poem and I, for one, am glad tha you posted it.
Take care,
*hugs*
Dee
From Lestat!@yabbs Wed Aug 10 17:02:06 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: in progress
Date: Wed Aug 10 17:02:06 1994
thanks, good idea...I'll think about it
From Typhon@yabbs Wed Aug 10 17:59:14 1994
From: Typhon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Come and Die
Date: Wed Aug 10 17:59:14 1994
The temptation rips across my eye
Heironymnous and I walk alone in the pink painted wall of my room
So hard to remember the yellowing things I should say
Dissasociated
Crystal bridges wording the brittleing between
I wonder why
I wanted to see her again
Eviscerate the green-yellow M&M wording
"We'll always be special"
"I don't love you that way"
Don't love me any way than that way:
It was the only way I wanted
Walk away
Obsessing over men mounted in faithful greenblue fish steeds
Is that Mary on that stag?
What did you want me to see, Bosch?
What am I supposed to be?
That's my surreal poem...I try not to write like that too much.
Typhon the Usurper
From Maliach@yabbs Wed Aug 10 18:03:53 1994
From: Maliach@yabbs
To: Typhon@yabbs
Subject: re: Come and Die
Date: Wed Aug 10 18:03:53 1994
I love that poem...:) it reminds me of a unrequited love....but I have to
wonder who the girl is...:)_
Mali...:)
Keep writting becaue you have a talent...:)
From jujubee@yabbs Wed Aug 10 18:40:26 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: LadyLuck@yabbs
Subject: re: Paint the town...
Date: Wed Aug 10 18:40:26 1994
GADS! THAT'S GREAT! :)
From jujubee@yabbs Wed Aug 10 18:40:51 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: LadyLuck@yabbs
Subject: re: Fading warmth...
Date: Wed Aug 10 18:40:51 1994
another nice one! :)
From GPF@yabbs Wed Aug 10 18:57:55 1994
From: GPF@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: re: Paint the town...
Date: Wed Aug 10 18:57:55 1994
In message re: Paint the town..., jujubee said:
> GADS! THAT'S GREAT! :)
^^^^
i'll see you in court.
From Covenant@yabbs Wed Aug 10 19:37:18 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Drunken Wisdom!!!!
Date: Wed Aug 10 19:37:18 1994
hey all!!
I'm bored in the middle of the desert so I took a Friday night and a 12-pack
and decide to torture you all again with my drunken ramblings. Oh, sorry,
I mean impromptu creative writing.. :) Actually had to use a pen and
paper :(
and now for the festivities! :)
Covenant
From Covenant@yabbs Wed Aug 10 19:38:06 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Reflections
Date: Wed Aug 10 19:38:06 1994
Have I seen you before? You look very familiar.
Do you always stare like that? Or is that look only for me?
Scream for me sir. Show me some passion.
Say your goodbyes before I break the glass.
I don't think I'll be seeing you again.
From Covenant@yabbs Wed Aug 10 19:39:19 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Of Wolf And Man
Date: Wed Aug 10 19:39:19 1994
Come brother, the circle of life demands this change.
Your childhood has passed and nature is calling you home.
Your tribe has long hours upon this world of ours.
My clan has just begun; nothing lasts forever.
The blood boiling in your veins cannot match the curiosity of my kind.
This blissful era of yours must pass as like those before you.
I cannot deny you the struggle to continue though I am your end.
You are a predator. You understand the way.
Do you mourn for the rabbit? The squirrel or stag?
You and I are alike in many ways. Instinct to curiosity.
Do your yellow eyes show hate towards me?
Do your teeth yearn for my throat?
This is the Way. You are expected to fight.
You are expected to fail.
I love you friend, but this matters not. There is only the Way.
Die well brother.
From Covenant@yabbs Wed Aug 10 19:40:09 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Old Eyes
Date: Wed Aug 10 19:40:09 1994
Tell me your secret old man, I'm listening.
How'd you make it so far? Are you still trying?
Too many times I've seen something in your eyes that scared me.
I don't know what it is, but it looks as if it's consumed you.
How many of your friends have you outlived?
Some would call that a curse.
How many loves have you had?
How many lost?
You judge a tree by its rings and the earth by its layers.
How do you judge man?
I'm waiting old man.
Tell me your secret before your gone.
From Natalie@yabbs Wed Aug 10 20:17:00 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: LadyLuck@yabbs
Subject: re: Paint the town...
Date: Wed Aug 10 20:17:00 1994
AWESOME!
natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Wed Aug 10 20:18:28 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: Thanks
Date: Wed Aug 10 20:18:28 1994
you're just jealous, dee *grin*
*hugs*
natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Wed Aug 10 20:20:53 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Typhon@yabbs
Subject: re: Come and Die
Date: Wed Aug 10 20:20:53 1994
j'adore hieronymous bosch!!!! i've been looking for a print of his
painting of hell for soooooooo long....
*sigh*
i really should be writing some morepoetry than i actually am...i'm
becoming exceedingly jealous of all you folks...when i look at a lot of
you guys' stuff and compare it to mine, i get this feeling that mine just
kinda sux...
natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Wed Aug 10 20:22:19 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Covenant@yabbs
Subject: re: Old Eyes
Date: Wed Aug 10 20:22:19 1994
oh cove, i've missed your drunken ramblings so...
*hugs*
natalie
From Zippo@yabbs Wed Aug 10 20:48:46 1994
From: Zippo@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: ??????
Date: Wed Aug 10 20:48:46 1994
As I look out over the mountains
The sun burns brilliantly on the horizon.
I wonder will there be a tomorrow?
The sun is gone now,
But the sky is still shimmering red.
I wonder could this mean something?
Old maids say it will be nice tomorrow.
They say that's why it's red.
I wonder if they can be trusted?
One thing is for sure.
I'll go to bed tonight and dream, but,
I wonder will I wake up to anything?
The sky is almost dark now.
The deep red vanishing behind darkness.
I wonder will it ever return?
The city lights are starting to shine
Through the unforgiving darkness.
I wonder do they know what lies ahead?
The air is so cold.
Almost as if it were ice.
I wonder will it ever be as it was?
-----
Zippo
From Zippo@yabbs Wed Aug 10 20:50:47 1994
From: Zippo@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: Hiya!
Date: Wed Aug 10 20:50:47 1994
Just wanted to let you know that I'm thinking about your little
suggestion, but I had to write this last one when I saw the sunset here.
Don't worry, I'm still thinking about you. I love you!
*hugs*
Nathan
From sienna@yabbs Wed Aug 10 20:53:04 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Covenant@yabbs
Subject: re: Reflections
Date: Wed Aug 10 20:53:04 1994
Mes liked that....very poignant.
*hug*
Dee
Dee=====> a girl who hates OHIO
;)
From sienna@yabbs Wed Aug 10 20:54:02 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Covenant@yabbs
Subject: re: Old Eyes
Date: Wed Aug 10 20:54:02 1994
Covenant,
That poem made me sad....but I can't figure out why....
Good work.
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Wed Aug 10 20:54:39 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: Thanks
Date: Wed Aug 10 20:54:39 1994
Jealous of what?
*wink*
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Wed Aug 10 20:56:16 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: Come and Die
Date: Wed Aug 10 20:56:16 1994
Be real.....nat.....your stuff does not suck....here, let me put it so
that there will be no mistaking what I just said....
N A T A L I E D O E S N O T S U C K !!!!!
(Sucking is _MY_ job!!!! hehehehe)
Love,
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Wed Aug 10 20:57:46 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Zippo@yabbs
Subject: re: Hiya!
Date: Wed Aug 10 20:57:46 1994
Hehehehe, you'd betterbe! *kiss*
Just Kidding.....
Love,
Dee
From kke@yabbs Wed Aug 10 21:16:43 1994
From: kke@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: crushes/melissa/untitled1
Date: Wed Aug 10 21:16:43 1994
i see your outline in my mind
and each of your features
gently crafted from your flesh.
i intend to catechize your
companion ship to the last
cinema verite of my
unattachedness.
but from your facade,
i cannot tell how
sapphic your ideals are.
so all i can say because of
my lack of tutelage is
"hinc illae lacrimae."
so, if you wish to decline
my offering, your words
are like a misericorde to my soul.
so put me out of my pain
and deliver the
final blow.
Killer Keebler Elf
"swampwater mopdown"
From Natalie@yabbs Wed Aug 10 22:58:22 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: Thanks
Date: Wed Aug 10 22:58:22 1994
heehee
*nudge*
natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Wed Aug 10 22:59:04 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: Come and Die
Date: Wed Aug 10 22:59:04 1994
well, actually i DO suck, but that's COMPLETELY beside the point here...
*smirk*
natalie
From Zippo@yabbs Thu Aug 11 00:24:03 1994
From: Zippo@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: Come and Die
Date: Thu Aug 11 00:24:03 1994
What's this? You suck??? :)
Now you've got me very curious. :)
Love,
Nathan
From jujubee@yabbs Thu Aug 11 09:37:48 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: GPF@yabbs
Subject: re: Paint the town...
Date: Thu Aug 11 09:37:48 1994
GLADLY! AND I'LL HAVE MY ENTOURAGE OF ATTORNEYS W/ME! (provided OJ gives
them a day off, that is) ;)
From jujubee@yabbs Thu Aug 11 09:38:35 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Covenant@yabbs
Subject: re: Reflections
Date: Thu Aug 11 09:38:35 1994
hmmmm.....interesting....
From Typhon@yabbs Thu Aug 11 12:55:05 1994
From: Typhon@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: Bosch and I
Date: Thu Aug 11 12:55:05 1994
I have a Print of the Temptation of St Anthony hanging in my room...
Would you like to see it? HAHHAHAH
Just kidding (I do have the print though, If I remember I'll tell you the
name of the place you can order them from.)
Typhon the Usurper
From Typhon@yabbs Thu Aug 11 12:57:10 1994
From: Typhon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Everybody is really cool...
Date: Thu Aug 11 12:57:10 1994
Just in case people think I don't read their work...
Covenat...Your drunken ramblings have a sobriety to them..very good.
Killer Keebler Elf...What can I say? You make me sick! I hate people who
are better poets than I!
Natalie...Can I watch you suck?
Typhon the Usurper
From TedeBere@yabbs Thu Aug 11 13:16:21 1994
From: TedeBere@yabbs
To: LadyLuck@yabbs
Subject: re: Fading warmth...
Date: Thu Aug 11 13:16:21 1994
i really like that one! =)
val
From TedeBere@yabbs Thu Aug 11 13:19:34 1994
From: TedeBere@yabbs
To: LadyLuck@yabbs
Subject: re: Paint the town...
Date: Thu Aug 11 13:19:34 1994
hey barb
sounds like the way i feel right about now
(about no one in particular ... just a tad depressed)
val
From TedeBere@yabbs Thu Aug 11 13:23:42 1994
From: TedeBere@yabbs
To: Covenant@yabbs
Subject: re: Of Wolf And Man
Date: Thu Aug 11 13:23:42 1994
hi...
i like this one ...
trouble!/tedebere
From TedeBere@yabbs Thu Aug 11 13:27:19 1994
From: TedeBere@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: Ohio
Date: Thu Aug 11 13:27:19 1994
Dee ...
I live in New York City ....
I'll trade places with you =)
Val
From TedeBere@yabbs Thu Aug 11 13:29:48 1994
From: TedeBere@yabbs
To: kke@yabbs
Subject: re: crushes/melissa/untitled1
Date: Thu Aug 11 13:29:48 1994
kke ....
it sounds as though you and melissa are friends, but you have more than
just friendly feelings for her, but youdon't want to tell her
i like it hon =)
Trouble!/TedeBere
From sienna@yabbs Thu Aug 11 14:17:40 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: kke@yabbs
Subject: re: crushes/melissa/untitled1
Date: Thu Aug 11 14:17:40 1994
I really liked that....and youre only fifteen? Geez louise! *hug*
Pretty damn impressive!
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Thu Aug 11 14:19:29 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: Come and Die
Date: Thu Aug 11 14:19:29 1994
In re: Come and Die Natalie said:
> well, actually i DO suck, but that's COMPLETELY beside the point here...
> *smirk*
Hehehehe, well, natalie, may I ask what the POINT is? Is that what they
are calling them now? *evil grin*
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Thu Aug 11 14:21:23 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Zippo@yabbs
Subject: re: Come and Die
Date: Thu Aug 11 14:21:23 1994
In re: Come and Die Nathan said:
> What's this? You suck??? :)
> Now you've got me very curious. :)
Nathan,
You know right well I do!
*snicker*
Dee
P.S. This is a poem
From sienna@yabbs Thu Aug 11 14:22:54 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Typhon@yabbs
Subject: re: Everybody is really cool...
Date: Thu Aug 11 14:22:54 1994
Thanks Typhon, mention Cove's and Nat's work, even the ramblings of a
psychotic elf, but totally ignore the work of the warm fuzzie! *sniff*
*sniff*
;)
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Thu Aug 11 14:24:07 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: TedeBere@yabbs
Subject: re: Ohio
Date: Thu Aug 11 14:24:07 1994
Uggggh, NOT. CIncinnati is too boring for me, but NYC has more action than
I am used to!
Hehehehe
*hug*
Dee
From Covenant@yabbs Thu Aug 11 14:57:31 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Ode to Yabbsfest
Date: Thu Aug 11 14:57:31 1994
a poem.
if you're within 500 miles of CMU
and you don't come
i will hunt you down and destroy
you
:)
Covenant
From Natalie@yabbs Thu Aug 11 16:00:49 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Typhon@yabbs
Subject: re: Everybody is really cool...
Date: Thu Aug 11 16:00:49 1994
gee typh, i dunno. think you could take it?
heehee.
i am evil.
natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Thu Aug 11 16:01:45 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: Come and Die
Date: Thu Aug 11 16:01:45 1994
*gasp*
I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'D THINK SUCH A THING OF ME!!!!
i'm a good girl, really, i am.
natalie
From kke@yabbs Thu Aug 11 16:45:32 1994
From: kke@yabbs
To: TedeBere@yabbs
Subject: re: crushes/melissa/untitled1
Date: Thu Aug 11 16:45:32 1994
> it sounds as though you and melissa are friends, but you have more
> than
> just friendly feelings for her, but youdon't want to tell her
I'm afraid of rejection. Very very paranoid, but I may ask her out
tomorrow (Friday) if she's at a party I'm going to. I will ask her out
before school starts again! The party will be cooll...
Killer Keebler Elf
From Typhon@yabbs Thu Aug 11 19:55:48 1994
From: Typhon@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: Especially sienna...
Date: Thu Aug 11 19:55:48 1994
I MEANT TO! I DID! REALLY!
I kneel at the feet of the warm fuzzie. I beg forgiveness. I truly know
how loathsome I am.
Typhon the Usurper
From Typhon@yabbs Thu Aug 11 19:56:25 1994
From: Typhon@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: I hope to learn
Date: Thu Aug 11 19:56:25 1994
Yes, you are.
Typhon the Anxious
From Typhon@yabbs Thu Aug 11 20:01:16 1994
From: Typhon@yabbs
To: Typhon@yabbs
Subject: Wander
Date: Thu Aug 11 20:01:16 1994
Ram
It
DOwn
in your gut with all the otrher
PRESENTS they've given you
Wrapped in the finest shiny silver paper
Watch the edges shred the light
Pity smask is a horrible twisted slackjawed leering face
Grey around the edges
How dare they show it to me?
Watching
them
Gather
Like the black of the flies swarming around things left to die
They know just where to bite
Swelling the red of what they leave behind
The sky is white
How dare I keep what they leave behind?
Void me
Chew up what the pulse sweeps azure in my head
Impact the burst so green the falling of time
Green the birth of my nioght
and if I let it burn long enough
The fire will kill me inside
I never learned to hide
----------------------------------------
Just something I was thinking about that I had to let loose
Typhon the Usurper
From sienna@yabbs Thu Aug 11 21:02:40 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Typhon@yabbs
Subject: re: Especially sienna...
Date: Thu Aug 11 21:02:40 1994
Sienna forgives you *gracious sweep of hands*
Hehehehe
*hug*
Dee
From batt@yabbs Thu Aug 11 22:12:07 1994
From: batt@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: everything...
Date: Thu Aug 11 22:12:07 1994
'Elf...your writing never ceases to amase me...and i'm not just saying
that to say it...
typhon...you seem almost as cynical and world-weary as my myself...i'm
truly sorry...*half-grin*...especially enjoyed the last one...
to all...i have loved readed everything on this board and even
inflicting you with my own tortured scribblings...(by the way...change
readed to 'reading' up there...thanks!) but i'm pretty sure i won't be on
too much longer. When I get back (maybe october or so...) i'll be sure to
say hi to everyone. I just want to say that everything here has made this
long, boring, bullshit-laden westpac deployment a lot easier...thanx!
i wave to all, hope i see you before the connection is pulled for
good...
...greet a certain pbj and her own lines...
and i salute the warm fuzzy...
until then...
enjoi...
batt
From pbj@yabbs Fri Aug 12 02:35:42 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: Covenant@yabbs
Subject: re: Reflections
Date: Fri Aug 12 02:35:42 1994
i like the way this one is worded..it feels like the way you wonder about
how others percieve you and the way you percieve others....
did thatmake sense??
oh well
pbj
From adeptus@yabbs Fri Aug 12 02:57:24 1994
From: adeptus@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: darkness
Date: Fri Aug 12 02:57:24 1994
darkness
~~~~~~~~ for Judie
the night embraces me
another drifting shadow
at home in the darkness
silence to think in
wish she was with me
sweet pain of longing
wander the streets
her face in my mind
tears in my eyes
don't let them fall
wish you were with me
can't stand the longing
waiting seems endless
somehow I endure
my heart is set free
together at last
forever stay with me
no more of this longing
-Adeptus / David
From american@yabbs Fri Aug 12 04:34:28 1994
From: american@yabbs
To: adeptus@yabbs
Subject: re: darkness
Date: Fri Aug 12 04:34:28 1994
I love you David! Thanks for the poem!
Judie aka Leda
From Typhon@yabbs Fri Aug 12 08:47:35 1994
From: Typhon@yabbs
To: batt@yabbs
Subject: re: everything...
Date: Fri Aug 12 08:47:35 1994
ALMOST as Cynical and Worl Weary? ALMOST!?
Buddy, to beat ME in the cynical, world weary competition, you have to get
up REALLY DAMN LATE!
Big Cynical Shrug,
Typhon the Cynical
From laque@yabbs Fri Aug 12 16:22:09 1994
From: laque@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: ALL
Date: Fri Aug 12 16:22:09 1994
*****************************************
//// POETRY IS LIFE !!!!!!!!! \\\\\
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From jujubee@yabbs Fri Aug 12 16:27:39 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: laque@yabbs
Subject: re: ALL
Date: Fri Aug 12 16:27:39 1994
WOW! Incredible! Mind-boggling imagery.....fascinating symbolism....
cataclysmic allusions....what more can i say???
From Lestat!@yabbs Fri Aug 12 16:40:58 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: <no title>
Date: Fri Aug 12 16:40:58 1994
jeez, I'm a whining bastard
From GPF@yabbs Fri Aug 12 17:03:53 1994
From: GPF@yabbs
To: laque@yabbs
Subject: re: ALL
Date: Fri Aug 12 17:03:53 1994
and life is a bowl of cherries, cherries are used in cooking, therefore,
peotry is actually a form of food
fascinating isn't it?
From sienna@yabbs Fri Aug 12 17:08:00 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: laque@yabbs
Subject: re: ALL
Date: Fri Aug 12 17:08:00 1994
uh that was...um.....interesting
From sienna@yabbs Fri Aug 12 17:08:26 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Lestat!@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Fri Aug 12 17:08:26 1994
Me too me too *hug*
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Fri Aug 12 17:14:15 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: <no title>
Date: Fri Aug 12 17:14:15 1994
Hey everyone I just left a message on Social Misfits telling everyone that
I am leaving for college on August 26 and that I am not sure if I will
have internet access up there. In case I don't, and you would like to keep
in touch, email me here or at callahdm@ucunix.sa.uc.edu and give me your
address.
My address at school is:
Dee Callahan
Ashland University
Box 162
Ashland, Ohio 44805-3700
Hope to be hearing from you all soon!
Love,
Dee
From batt@yabbs Fri Aug 12 17:26:59 1994
From: batt@yabbs
To: Typhon@yabbs
Subject: re: everything...
Date: Fri Aug 12 17:26:59 1994
some see the glass as half empty...
some see the glass as half full...
i see the glass sitting on the edge
of the end table, where
someone can easily knock it over and stain the carpet...
not sure quite what that makes me...oh well...
...no point...
batt
From Cat@yabbs Fri Aug 12 18:20:07 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: GPF@yabbs
Subject: re: ALL
Date: Fri Aug 12 18:20:07 1994
In message re: ALL, GPF said:
> and life is a bowl of cherries, cherries are used in cooking, therefore,
> peotry is actually a form of food
> fascinating isn't it?
>
>
my god gpf you're deep as a river and twice as murky
-tammie
From jujubee@yabbs Sat Aug 13 10:59:43 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: batt@yabbs
Subject: re: everything...
Date: Sat Aug 13 10:59:43 1994
so what if someone has wood floors?
From jujubee@yabbs Sat Aug 13 11:00:06 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: ALL
Date: Sat Aug 13 11:00:06 1994
was that a poem? if so, i sure did like it! :)
From Maliach@yabbs Sat Aug 13 16:29:28 1994
From: Maliach@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: untitled
Date: Sat Aug 13 16:29:28 1994
As the teardrops from heaven fell,
The teardrops fell down her face,
They were going to be together,
Every doubt and question had been answered,
All the man-made dragons had fleed into thin air.
All was perfect or so it seemed...
As the years progressed,
Tempers flared and burined,
The rage of one hurt the other,
Protecting the young was the quest.
One finally got out and never looked back!
What do you think it means..?
From pbj@yabbs Sun Aug 14 02:02:59 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: Maliach@yabbs
Subject: re: untitled
Date: Sun Aug 14 02:02:59 1994
i really liked the way you put that...especially the part about hte
man-made dragons....could it be divorce? or at least marital problems
etc.... at least thats what i thought of...
pbj ( who seems to be speaking in elipses now...dunno why )
mirrors
aweburning
colleen marie
From pbj@yabbs Sun Aug 14 02:07:21 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: don't think
Date: Sun Aug 14 02:07:21 1994
i wrote this for a good friend of mine who i never see anymore...and
prolly wont for a while...
Whatever you do
Don't think of me
Suicide and animosity
Are all you'll find
Whatever you do
Don't think of me
Think of something
Nicer... like skulls
Death and Holocaust
Whatever you do
Don't think of me
I will only bring
You Down
Break your soul
And shatter your mind
Whatever you do, dear,
Don't think of me.
- Mirrors
(c) 1994 Aweburning
you know who you are and i do misss you alot...really....
Colleen Marie
Aweburning
Mirrors
pbj
From Zippo@yabbs Sun Aug 14 05:50:19 1994
From: Zippo@yabbs
To: Dee@yabbs
Subject: Dee
Date: Sun Aug 14 05:50:19 1994
This is a poem I wrote August 10, 1994.
DEE
---
Feelings growing stronger day in and day out
Isn't that what love is all about?
So many thoughts going round and round
My love grows with every minute sound
Of your soft, loving voice.
One thing I'm sure is that our love will fly
To the highest clouds in the bluest sky.
I wonder, could you be the one of my dreams?
The answer comes stronger than the question it seem.
Yes!
Soon I will see you for my first glance.
then I will ask, "May I have this dance?"
Of love and life to cherish and hold
For each day as we relentlessly grow old
Together.
Feelings of the heart can only be true
My heart pounds in my ear, I love you.
The mind can play tricks with many different scenes,
But my mind knows how much your love means
To me.
Love,
Nathan
From sienna@yabbs Sun Aug 14 05:52:26 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Zippo@yabbs
Subject: re: Dee
Date: Sun Aug 14 05:52:26 1994
Wow...thanks hon.
I love you, too!
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Sun Aug 14 05:59:22 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: On A Sea Shore
Date: Sun Aug 14 05:59:22 1994
Here is another poem I found.....pixy, Nat, pbj, mali...please critique. I
am going to post it the way it is...but I will work on it and any
suggestions, likes/dislikes would be much appreciated! *hugs*
On A Sea Shore
Walking through moonlight
Staring at stars I swear weren't there before
Sweating through hindsight
Staring at moons half-asleep on the shore
It's only a mile to where you are going
It's only a mile from everywhere
Dancing on a sea shore
Watching candles burning in the sand
Burning all across the land
Jumping shadows, hand in hand
Dancing on a sea shore
Watching the moon meet the sea
Watching her watch over me
Hiding behind her majesty
On a sea shore
Feel the southwind
Picking me up above the troubles I know
Seeing the sun grin
Evil faces all around the globe
It's only a year from planet earth
It's only a year from everywhere
Dancing on a sea shore
Watching candles burning in the sand
Burning all across the land
Jumping shadows, hand in hand
On a sea shore
Well, what do ya'll think? Comments needed, solicited,
wanted and appreciated!
enjoi,
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Sun Aug 14 06:05:27 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Someone@yabbs
Subject: For You
Date: Sun Aug 14 06:05:27 1994
Here is another poem I wrote several years ago, but I think it can fit
right here, right now.
"For You"
I watch you running from pain you cannot face
I watch you falling, unable to run the race
I watch you put yourself ahead of everyone else
Always giving it all
Are they there to catch you when you fall?
I watch you ignoring the pain in your heart
I watch you counting, but you don't know when to start
I watch you wiping the tears from your cheek
They say they are the strong and you are the meek
What I have walked, I've walked for you
What I have suffered, I've suffered for you
What I have done, I've done for you
I love you
I watch you praying with a heart that cannot feel
Iw atch you denying what inside you know is real
I watch you taking the blame again and again
Don't you see I'm here to make that all end?
What I have walked, I've walked for you
What I have suffered, I've suffered for you
What I have done, I've done for you.
I love you
This was actually lyrics to a song that I wrote for my band (We were
called "Broken English").
So, whatcha all think?
enjoi,
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Sun Aug 14 06:11:07 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Love Will Wait For You
Date: Sun Aug 14 06:11:07 1994
geez I am on a roll here (I feel like Covenant hehehehe)
this is another poem/lyrics I wrote for my band:
"Love Will Wait For You"
I know that the pain inside you is for real
I know that you've built a wall so you wouldn't have to feel
I know it's hard to trust when you have been let down
I know that the wall seems high from there on the ground
You think I am going to leave you, too
It's in your eyes
You think that everything has just been more lies
When will you understand that my love knows no end?
When will you let your guard down and let me in?
Love will wait for you till the end of time
Love will protect you, love is kind
Love will hold you, and love will avail
Love will protect you, love will never fail
Love will wait for you
There is so much bitterness inside of you
You're at a crossroads now, only you can choose
You have to let go in order to stay
And inside find the courage to stand strong and not sway
Hmmmmm.....heavily influenced by I Corinthians 13, wouldn't you say?
Enjoi,
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Sun Aug 14 06:18:06 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Take My Heart
Date: Sun Aug 14 06:18:06 1994
See what too much to drink will do to a respectable warm fuzzie? It makes
her turn into Rambler....
Here is a poem I wrote on May 11, 1991. I wrote this for my best friend
Danny, who gets on here as zweifel sometimes. We had not talked for a
year, and had become friends again about a year before this poem was
written. It took a long time for us to trust one another again, and this
poem marks the beginning stages of winning that truat back.
"Take My Heart"
Long ago, in what seems like another world,
There was me, and there was you.
We were young, we thought we knew it all,
There wasn't anything we couldn't do.
Yet time was against us...
We couldn't see what laid ahead of us.
There were many paths we could have travelled down,
Did we choose the wrong ones?
looking back at all the pain we caused,
Does that make us the strong ones?
tell me, how do we bridge the distance?
Bring back the art of sincere repentance?
take my heart
I want to say I love you
Take my heart
And give me the courage to
Please take my heart
And guide us through
Take my heart
This heart loves you.
We've weathered many chnages together
Somehow we always end up back here.
We know each other better than ourselves,
We've seen the laughter, and tasted the tears.
Someday we will finally understand,
Come to me, I'm holding out my hand.
You guessed it, this was a song too! Hehehehe!
Enjoi,
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Sun Aug 14 06:24:30 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Say Goodbye
Date: Sun Aug 14 06:24:30 1994
Sheesh how many posts does this make for me? I lost count.....
this is another poem I wrote for Danny (aka zweifel). I wrote it in 1991
when he went off to college.
"Say Goodbye"
Today may be the last time I'll see you for awhile
You're moving on in your life to chase all your dreams
I remember all of our years together and I have to smile
Funny how things never are what we think it seems
Many times the road's unsure
Sometimes the way can make us cry
And so I
Say goodbye,
With all the love in my heart
Cry the tears,
For the time we'll be apart
I say goodbye,
And pray it won't be long
Till we meet again,
Our love still as strong...
Goodbye.
Seems like once again I've got to learn to let you go
Funny how we're always chasing the shadows away
You'll still be right here beside me and although
the miles are long, inside my heart you will stay.
Many times the road's unsure
Sometimes the way can make us cry
And so I
<chorus>
I know you say nothing can shake us
But now I see we're hanging on
United together, nothing can break us
Somehow we'll keep moving on
And so I
<chorus>
And yes, this was a song too :P
Enjoi,
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Sun Aug 14 06:33:24 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Untitled
Date: Sun Aug 14 06:33:24 1994
Ok ok ok ok one more and I will maybe get some sleep.....
Untitled
--------
You can't see the tears
They are rolling down my heart
where you can't be
I wake up every morning
Find a mask to wear
So I go on pretending
that I don't care
I shield my heart from seeing you
I know you're there but pretend I don't
I shield my heart from loving you
I left it open once for you
But I shield my heart from hearing you
I shield my heart
There's only so many
Walks we can take in the rain
Thunderheads roll in the distance
I wake every morning
Trying to face another day
So I go on pretending
I don't care anyway
I shield my heart from wanting you
I know it's there but pretend it's not
I shield my heart from trusting you
I left it open once for you
I shield my heart from hating you
Deep down inside I know I could never hate you.
Hmmm...this one is rather dark and sombre. Well, I can't remember when I
wrote it. See what happens when I clean my room? All you poor unsuspecting
souls get subjected to my poems. *sigh*
Well, I shall end this rampage of poetry (can these pathetic ramblings
even be labled as poetry?) for now....
I hope it was entertaining!
*hugs from da warm fuzzie*
Dee
From hawke@yabbs Sun Aug 14 07:24:23 1994
From: hawke@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: For You
Date: Sun Aug 14 07:24:23 1994
wow
From jujubee@yabbs Sun Aug 14 10:58:08 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: don't think
Date: Sun Aug 14 10:58:08 1994
Wow! That was pretty engaging! I especially like the lines about "think
of something nicer like skulls and holocausts"...guess that really gets
the point across!
From dmonger@yabbs Sun Aug 14 15:00:48 1994
From: dmonger@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: Untitled
Date: Sun Aug 14 15:00:48 1994
wow, you must have had lots of coffee to have enough energy to post
all of those :)
-peter
From Sinner@yabbs Sun Aug 14 16:44:13 1994
From: Sinner@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Ending
Date: Sun Aug 14 16:44:13 1994
Ending
You have failed, there is no point any more.
All inside is cold and you see the end in near.
You tried to make her happy, but se left you all the same
Maybe the dark void of death, will take away the pain
You take the blade and plunge it to your chest...
And embrace the welcome release darkness brings.
Sinner welcomes all feedback....
From sienna@yabbs Mon Aug 15 02:47:51 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: dmonger@yabbs
Subject: re: Untitled
Date: Mon Aug 15 02:47:51 1994
Naw a bottle of Rum and too much free time were the culprits!
*smile*
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Mon Aug 15 02:49:30 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Sinner@yabbs
Subject: re: Ending
Date: Mon Aug 15 02:49:30 1994
I have felt that way before...sometimes the relationship just wasn't meant
to be, regardless of all good intentions. I wouldn't call it "failing"
though.....I was always taught that the only things you regret in life are
the risks you don't take...sometimes we need to learn the hard way.
Nice poem, though....very moving.
*hug*
Dee
aka sienna
From Megabite@yabbs Mon Aug 15 13:04:57 1994
From: Megabite@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: beginner
Date: Mon Aug 15 13:04:57 1994
I'm a new poet, and I was wanderiong if antone could tell me how they get
their ideas and how inspiration strikes and that kind of stuff.
any answers would be greatly appreciated.
From Lestat!@yabbs Mon Aug 15 13:11:02 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: For You
Date: Mon Aug 15 13:11:02 1994
hey sienna, that was great, I loved it
I also write lyrics for my band (unnamed as of yet) post some more, girl
tell me how you get your inspiration, thats something I'd love to know
From Lestat!@yabbs Mon Aug 15 13:12:17 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: cool
Date: Mon Aug 15 13:12:17 1994
don't you just love hangin around words, seeing what they will say?
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 15 13:30:24 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: Covenant@yabbs
Subject: re: Ode to Yabbsfest
Date: Mon Aug 15 13:30:24 1994
sorry, but i live less than 500 miles from cmu and i wont be there
(cant afford it, have no way to get there ... same ol' story)
trouble!/tedebere
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 15 13:31:31 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: kke@yabbs
Subject: go for it!!!
Date: Mon Aug 15 13:31:31 1994
i think you should ask her out
*hugs*
val
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 15 13:33:50 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: GPF@yabbs
Subject: re: ALL
Date: Mon Aug 15 13:33:50 1994
where do you come up with these things??
val =)
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 15 13:35:05 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Mon Aug 15 13:35:05 1994
you bet i'll write to ya!!
(love writing letters)
*hugs*
val
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 15 13:37:18 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: Maliach@yabbs
Subject: re: untitled
Date: Mon Aug 15 13:37:18 1994
i like it
but i dont know what it means
val =)
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 15 13:39:29 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: don't think
Date: Mon Aug 15 13:39:29 1994
i like your poem
it sounds as though you and the person you are sending this out to were
very close friends and now the person barely/or doesnt talk to you (sounds
like the realtionship i have with my so-called best friend)
(realtionship = relationship)
trouble!/tedebere
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 15 13:41:03 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: Zippo@yabbs
Subject: re: Dee
Date: Mon Aug 15 13:41:03 1994
hon,
that poem is one of the best i have read in a while (well, love poems that
is)
keep up the good work *hugs*
val =)
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 15 13:43:02 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: On A Sea Shore
Date: Mon Aug 15 13:43:02 1994
dee,
i like your poem ...
to me, it doesnt need to be changed at all .. its fine just the way it is
(sounds like you are regretting something you did/ something that
happened??)
*hugs*
val =)
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 15 13:44:49 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: For You
Date: Mon Aug 15 13:44:49 1994
dee,
as i was reading it i thought to myself "excellent song lyrics"
it's sad, yet happy, and makes a point (what it is tho, i don't know)
val
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 15 13:50:39 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: everything
Date: Mon Aug 15 13:50:39 1994
dee,
i love all of your poems/songs that you have posted
they make me remember things that happened to me as well, and some of them
i regret happening and some that i am glad that they happened cause they
made me a stronger person
(does that sound ok???)
*hugs to da warm fuzzie from da tedebere*
val
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 15 13:52:42 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: Megabite@yabbs
Subject: re: beginner
Date: Mon Aug 15 13:52:42 1994
well, i wirte my best poetry when i'm depressed or have something that is
weighing heavily on my mind (occassionaly tho, it will be a love poem, but
that isnt too often these days)
trouble!/tedebere
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 15 13:53:26 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: Lestat!@yabbs
Subject: re: cool
Date: Mon Aug 15 13:53:26 1994
yeppers!!
trouble/tedebere
From Zippo@yabbs Mon Aug 15 14:03:35 1994
From: Zippo@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: Trust
Date: Mon Aug 15 14:03:35 1994
This song was on the tape that you made for me....and I thought it to be
rather appropriate.
"Trust" by the Cure
There is no one left in the world
That i can hold onto
There is really no one left at all
There is only you
And if you leave me now
You leave all that we were undone
There is really no one left
You are the only one
And still the hardest part for you
To put your trust in me
i love you more than i can say
Why won't you just believe?
I adore you, Deana Callahan!
Love,
Nathan
From sienna@yabbs Mon Aug 15 14:08:06 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Megabite@yabbs
Subject: re: beginner
Date: Mon Aug 15 14:08:06 1994
Depression is my biggest inspiration...that and being betrayed by people I
thought I could trust...
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Mon Aug 15 14:09:04 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: trouble!@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Mon Aug 15 14:09:04 1994
That's cool! I love getting mail!
*hug*
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Mon Aug 15 14:09:52 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: trouble!@yabbs
Subject: re: Dee
Date: Mon Aug 15 14:09:52 1994
Hehehehe Val, I thought it was pretty good too *smile*
*hugs*
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Mon Aug 15 14:10:34 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: trouble!@yabbs
Subject: re: For You
Date: Mon Aug 15 14:10:34 1994
Val,
I dont think even I know what the point was......I worte it so long ago...
*hugs*
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Mon Aug 15 14:11:36 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: trouble!@yabbs
Subject: re: everything
Date: Mon Aug 15 14:11:36 1994
FINALLY! Some feedback!
I just want to thank everyone who has commented upon my poetry/lyrics. It
means a lot to me!
*hugs to all from da warm fuzzie*
Dee
From dmonger@yabbs Mon Aug 15 15:29:28 1994
From: dmonger@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: beginner
Date: Mon Aug 15 15:29:28 1994
amazing how useful depression can be, isn't it dee? :)
-peter
From sienna@yabbs Mon Aug 15 16:03:56 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: dmonger@yabbs
Subject: re: beginner
Date: Mon Aug 15 16:03:56 1994
yup!
-Dee
From kke@yabbs Mon Aug 15 16:07:35 1994
From: kke@yabbs
To: trouble!@yabbs
Subject: re: go for it!!!
Date: Mon Aug 15 16:07:35 1994
*hugs* I probably will, maybe even this week. I'll be seing alot of her
as this is pre-week (read hell week ) for marching band at
my
high school.
"some say bowling alleys have big lanes"
Killer Keebler Elf
From Sinner@yabbs Mon Aug 15 16:25:38 1994
From: Sinner@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Age
Date: Mon Aug 15 16:25:38 1994
He remembers the time when he was young
So agile and strong, once so full of life
He looks at his now withered and twisted hands
And curses his long, bitter life
Now his mind wastes as fast as his body
He looses memories every day, friends departed
Why has he been imprisoned for so long
When all his friends are released from their torment
He forgets their names, but holds onto the faces
As the darkness descends, he sees life`s cruel joke
And he laughs out loud for the last time
Then all is black...
They ask, `Why do the good die so young?`
Maybe it is their reward?
From Sinner@yabbs Mon Aug 15 16:32:58 1994
From: Sinner@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: HelpMe!
Date: Mon Aug 15 16:32:58 1994
Sinner could use any constructive critisism as he has never
written anything more complex than a batch file.
Any help would be greatly appreciated!
Sinner....
From Megabite@yabbs Mon Aug 15 16:51:55 1994
From: Megabite@yabbs
To: sleepy@yabbs
Subject: mockup
Date: Mon Aug 15 16:51:55 1994
my brain tastes angels hair and whispers angel song
my blade tastes angels blood and runs till it falls
AND SCREAMS! placing my favor in a dead man's cry
a dead man's suit
you and I will walk the mile and TRY and lift the endless black burden
try and lift my soul's stupid song
momma tire wrench, bill me in the afternnon and so goes the slimy
tendrils on my back baby on my back baby so long
a nap, and a slap I need the tar pit
face is green, obscene
you don't need a pile to light, just an animal to fight,yuh
soupy murk, opens the ovens of hell
so goes my song, sing along...
From robtelee@yabbs Mon Aug 15 17:44:34 1994
From: robtelee@yabbs
To: Sinner@yabbs
Subject: re: HelpMe!
Date: Mon Aug 15 17:44:34 1994
Compose and post, compose and post !
~he
Then you will receive all the help you want?
From Sinner@yabbs Mon Aug 15 18:12:43 1994
From: Sinner@yabbs
To: robtelee@yabbs
Subject: Feeble
Date: Mon Aug 15 18:12:43 1994
Yup, but if what I post is utter trash, it is not worth the disk space
Sinner
From Typhon@yabbs Mon Aug 15 19:06:46 1994
From: Typhon@yabbs
To: hawke@yabbs
Subject: re: For You
Date: Mon Aug 15 19:06:46 1994
I agree completely. Wow indeed.
Typhon the Admiring
From Joyous@yabbs Mon Aug 15 21:09:52 1994
From: Joyous@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: pems
Date: Mon Aug 15 21:09:52 1994
peaceful lakes and quiet dreams
silent walkse bside the streams
music whispers as i sleep
floating, floating, on the sea.
-Joyous 8/15/94 :)
From Natalie@yabbs Mon Aug 15 22:23:07 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Sinner@yabbs
Subject: re: Feeble
Date: Mon Aug 15 22:23:07 1994
well, it seems to me that this board is more a of a "good job, i really
like your work' board as opposed to a 'well, this works, but this might
work better' board...do you know what i mean? this is a feel good kind of
place, not somewhere you go to get suggestions for improvement (i guess
that's what my writing classes are for, eh?). i dunno...i don't like
being told how great my stuff is...i want to be told how i can make my
things better....
natalie
From jujubee@yabbs Mon Aug 15 22:29:28 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Joyous@yabbs
Subject: re: pems
Date: Mon Aug 15 22:29:28 1994
I like your poem....dunno about the "sea" though...but i do like it!
From jujubee@yabbs Mon Aug 15 22:33:02 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: Feeble
Date: Mon Aug 15 22:33:02 1994
It's probably because no one wants to hurt anyone's feelings! We get our
work ripped apart enough in our classes! If ppl ripped our work that we
do for pleasure apart, then we might wanna quit writing, ya know? So if
you want your work critiqued w/more *uumph* than w/less smileys, let us
know! We, the savage sonnet sharks, will be more than happy to oblige!
jujubee
From jujubee@yabbs Mon Aug 15 22:33:49 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: Feeble
Date: Mon Aug 15 22:33:49 1994
BTW, i speak for myself...perhaps others may not feel this way...
From pixy@yabbs Tue Aug 16 01:02:52 1994
From: pixy@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: re: Feeble
Date: Tue Aug 16 01:02:52 1994
In message re: Feeble, jujubee said:
> It's probably because no one wants to hurt anyone's feelings! We get our
> work ripped apart enough in our classes! If ppl ripped our work that we
> do for pleasure apart, then we might wanna quit writing, ya know? So if
> you want your work critiqued w/more *uumph* than w/less smileys, let us
> know! We, the savage sonnet sharks, will be more than happy to oblige!
Actually, I think we refrain from constructively criticising posts out of
shear laziness. I've tried to constructively criticize, but that means
actually READING and UNDERSTANDING each other's poetry, instead of
skimming over it as usual.
pixy
From pbj@yabbs Tue Aug 16 01:43:34 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: to ruin the mood
Date: Tue Aug 16 01:43:34 1994
well i am sitting here listening to my NIN and i have to write oh well
didn't mean to spoil the warm fuzzy moodage that has been seemingly
pervading the base lately......
all you did was lie to me
you took my heart
and made me try to see
that the only thing you wanted
was to break my soul
and leave me in the dust
well you got a problem buddy
a tragic flaw
you see you opened up
to me and let me see
that mindfucking heart
you forget...
you can't mindfuck unless
you are invited
i will get you back
i will return tha favor
i will never let you get to me
i will never let you see
all the pain i let you give me
the only thing i have to say to you
i have a nice fucking day!!!!
-mirrors
(c) 1994 aweburning
that was for you jake!!!!
(no he will never read this cause he isn't on yabbs but damn that felt
good to write!!!!!)
From pbj@yabbs Tue Aug 16 01:45:59 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: Sinner@yabbs
Subject: re: Ending
Date: Tue Aug 16 01:45:59 1994
damn ... you sound like me lately... oh well just remeber that we can
help it we are all just a bunch of dumb idiots looking for something we
will never truly find...
pbj
who hasn't been feeling the best lately
From pbj@yabbs Tue Aug 16 01:49:18 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: megabite@yabbs
Subject: re: beginner
Date: Tue Aug 16 01:49:18 1994
well being a neurotic as*h*le sometimes helps at least it does me..
depression and having people stomp all over you for the past 17 and a half
years of your life does too.....
man what is wrong with me???
pbj
From pbj@yabbs Tue Aug 16 01:53:11 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: Megabite@yabbs
Subject: re: mockup
Date: Tue Aug 16 01:53:11 1994
sounds like you got most of the stuff you need already.....
you ever need somebuddy to bitch to call me...
pbj
ht will prolly erase these last few posts cause i am much too pissed to
be nice with my words...i dunno if these have passed his otlreance yet
though.....oh that was supposed to be toleracne
geez...well you get what i mean screw it
From pbj@yabbs Tue Aug 16 01:54:23 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: Sinner@yabbs
Subject: re: Feeble
Date: Tue Aug 16 01:54:23 1994
hey sinner...dopn't worry about it...alex likes used up disk
space....remeber post at least once a day....or a whole lot at once like
me !
pbj
From robtelee@yabbs Tue Aug 16 02:02:35 1994
From: robtelee@yabbs
To: Sinner@yabbs
Subject: re: Feeble
Date: Tue Aug 16 02:02:35 1994
I have found that we are own worst critics. The crew here will let you
know *politely* if your work is any good.
From sienna@yabbs Tue Aug 16 02:48:12 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: Feeble
Date: Tue Aug 16 02:48:12 1994
I have to agree, sis....it is nice to hear that people like your work, but
I know that what I write can stand revision here and there, little
nips-and-tucks so to speak...
I think critiquing is the highest form of a compliment anyhow...
*smiles*
Dee
aka sienna da warm fuzzie :)
From sienna@yabbs Tue Aug 16 02:49:32 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: pixy@yabbs
Subject: re: Feeble
Date: Tue Aug 16 02:49:32 1994
I hate to do this, but I would have to agree with you there
pixymonstermanmachine!
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Tue Aug 16 02:51:22 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: to ruin the mood
Date: Tue Aug 16 02:51:22 1994
Oh Colleen
Oh my
Yes I can honestly say that THAT poem reached inside my gut and did a
little dance all over.....sheesh....
*hug*
I will have to read it agian to be able to critique it but GOD I am still
reeling from the truth those words embarked to me....
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Tue Aug 16 02:53:13 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: beginner
Date: Tue Aug 16 02:53:13 1994
I was told by my therapist last week that I am becoming cynical....I
laughed and told him that that is what happens when people treat you like
shit and abuse you for 23 years....
So believe me, hon, I know where you are coming from. I hope you put that
energy to good use...don't let it eat you up, use it constructively. Get
it out onto paper where it won't be festering inside of you...
*hug*
Dee
From pbj@yabbs Tue Aug 16 03:14:45 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: more of a bad mood
Date: Tue Aug 16 03:14:45 1994
i let you come inside
no matter what
you knew you'd win out in the end
my will to fight
gave way
the smoke screen you left
disguised the fact
you left me to gather
the shit you left behind
you just fucking
left me there to rit
(rot even)
you took it all
everything i held back
a peiece at a time
until you held it all
i didn't even notice
you took so carefully
i give up the fight
just take the rest
and leave my shell
for someone else
-mirrors
(c) 1994 aweburning
From pbj@yabbs Tue Aug 16 03:26:12 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: someone else
Date: Tue Aug 16 03:26:12 1994
well here is some of my catalyst of my shitty mood
thank the non-existent god for trent
Something I Can Never Have
i still recall the taste of my tears
echoing your voicejust like the riging in my ears
my favorite dreams of you still wash ashore
scraping through my head `til i don't want to sleep any more
come on tell me
make this all go away
you make this all go away
i'm down to just one thing
and i'm starting to scare myself
make this all go away
you make this all go away
i just want something
i just want something i can never have
you always were the one to show me how
back then i couldn't do all the things i can do now
this thing is slowly taking me apart
grey would be the color if i had a heart
i just want something i can never have
in this place it seems like such a shame
though it all looks different now
i know it's all still the same
everywhere i look you're all i see
just a fading reminder of who i used to be
come on tell me
make this all go away
you make it all go away
i'm down to just one thing
and i'm starting to scare myself
make this all go away
i just want something i can never have
i just want something i can never have
think i know what you meant
that night on my bed
still picking at this scab
i wish you were dead
your sweat and perry ellis (or in this case patchuli)
just stains on my sheets
*********************
thank the non-existent god for trent reznor and all the shits that put him
through his hell and mine...
pbj
From pbj@yabbs Tue Aug 16 03:39:46 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: busted
Date: Tue Aug 16 03:39:46 1994
a busted set of knuckles
that's what i have you to thank for
blood drips down my
wrist and leaves
a shadow of your
face in the crimson
lines.
burgendy life
reflects that facade
down my elbow
dripping to a puddle
on the floor
flowing int oa river
of sorrow
and ocean of hurt
that's all you left behind
-mirrors
-(c) 1994 aweburnign
aweburning even
pbj
From pbj@yabbs Tue Aug 16 04:02:23 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: shee's back!!!!!
Date: Tue Aug 16 04:02:23 1994
it feels so good
to go fucking insane
again
blopod runs down
my leg reminding
me of who i am
the bitch is back
you'd better watch out
cause here i cum
rage runs
fast through my brain
flooding every artery
with passion for hate
come on sucker
take me on
but leave that
pussy at the door
cause i got
not time for that shit
-mirrors
(c) 1994 Aweburning
whoopie i'm back !!!!!!!!!!
enjoi hehehe
pbj
From Natalie@yabbs Tue Aug 16 06:41:07 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: someone else
Date: Tue Aug 16 06:41:07 1994
yesyesyesyesyesyes!!!! that's my FAVORITE NiN song!!!! i can listen to
that one over and over and over and over and over......
natalie
From TedeBere@yabbs Tue Aug 16 09:54:04 1994
From: TedeBere@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: to ruin the mood
Date: Tue Aug 16 09:54:04 1994
pbj ...
sounds like this guy jake really hurt you and gee, i wish he was ion here
to read it cause it sounds like he really should read it!!!
trouble!/TedeBere
Valerie =)
From TedeBere@yabbs Tue Aug 16 09:55:00 1994
From: TedeBere@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: beginner
Date: Tue Aug 16 09:55:00 1994
absolutely *nothing* is worng with you!!!
*huggles*
you're fine just eh way you are!!!
Val =-)
From TedeBere@yabbs Tue Aug 16 09:58:24 1994
From: TedeBere@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: shee's back!!!!!
Date: Tue Aug 16 09:58:24 1994
"whoopie i'm back !!!!!!!!!"
girl, you are definitely back!!!
i love all your poetry!!
keep up the good work and *never* l;et a guy let you down!!
*hugs*
val =)
From Cat@yabbs Tue Aug 16 10:05:19 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: re: Feeble
Date: Tue Aug 16 10:05:19 1994
In message re: Feeble, jujubee said:
> do for pleasure apart, then we might wanna quit writing, ya know? So if
> you want your work critiqued w/more *uumph* than w/less smileys, let us
> know! We, the savage sonnet sharks, will be more than happy to oblige!
yeah nat, make sure your tenses are all correct in the mindless poems you
write at 3 am or juju will be sure to point out your errors ;)
you can take the teacher out of the classroom....:)
-tammie
From LadyLuck@yabbs Tue Aug 16 10:13:14 1994
From: LadyLuck@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Revenge
Date: Tue Aug 16 10:13:14 1994
Revenge is a dark deed...
best left to long dark nights.
That's all I have left,
long dark nights.
QUIVER
save
From TedeBere@yabbs Tue Aug 16 10:22:58 1994
From: TedeBere@yabbs
To: LadyLuck@yabbs
Subject: re: Revenge
Date: Tue Aug 16 10:22:58 1994
hey there.....
like the poem ... so true about revenge
your postcards in the mail hon
val
=)
From Sinner@yabbs Tue Aug 16 10:25:13 1994
From: Sinner@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Dreamer
Date: Tue Aug 16 10:25:13 1994
The Dreamer, filled us full of hope
Hope for a better life
He told us to take his wares, never mind the cost
We were so happy, disregarded reality
Until we found the dreamer was a deceiver
And our lives came to and end
Our endless weeks of euphoria, had crushed our soul
We now like empty shells, obey the deceiver
Only to get our next fix....
Happiness is for fools, and can never last
Sadness is reality, and will be with us always
Sinner
From Sinner@yabbs Tue Aug 16 10:32:02 1994
From: Sinner@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Bye?
Date: Tue Aug 16 10:32:02 1994
Hey there!
I cant even begin to match the quality on here, so if you relly
do think my work is utter trash, I would appreciate you telling me so
cause I probably could find an alternative way to beat up on myself
I am not so bothered about people saying how good my work is
because it isn`t, I want to know how bad it is!
So if you think my postings really are scraping the bottom of the barrel
please tell me so!!!!
From TedeBere@yabbs Tue Aug 16 11:20:09 1994
From: TedeBere@yabbs
To: Sinner@yabbs
Subject: re: Bye?
Date: Tue Aug 16 11:20:09 1994
hey there ...
your work is NOT scrapings from the bottom of the barrel
in fact, it is *quit* good ... i like that last poem a lot ... it's vary
good
keep up the good work!!
*hugs*
Trouble!/TedeBere
=-)
From sienna@yabbs Tue Aug 16 13:41:58 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: more of a bad mood
Date: Tue Aug 16 13:41:58 1994
Once again Colleen, the words ripped through my heart and shadowed truth
across it....
Sheesh....keep this up and I shall be crying everytime I read the poetry
base! ;)
*hugs*
Love,
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Tue Aug 16 13:42:16 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: more of a bad mood
Date: Tue Aug 16 13:42:16 1994
And yes I am just as fucked up as you!
Hehehehe
From sienna@yabbs Tue Aug 16 13:43:43 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: someone else
Date: Tue Aug 16 13:43:43 1994
wow
From sienna@yabbs Tue Aug 16 13:44:11 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: busted
Date: Tue Aug 16 13:44:11 1994
*sienna is speechless*
From sienna@yabbs Tue Aug 16 13:46:09 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Sinner@yabbs
Subject: re: Dreamer
Date: Tue Aug 16 13:46:09 1994
I can realte to that one well....*hug*
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Tue Aug 16 13:48:06 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Sinner@yabbs
Subject: re: Bye?
Date: Tue Aug 16 13:48:06 1994
Sorry, Sinner, your work isnt scraping the bottom of the barrel....
In fact dont be discouraged if no one even COMMENTS on your poetry....a
lot of us skim and if something catches our eye THEN we comment....and
getting someone to critique your work is even harder...
So dont be discouraged...a lot of people just like to read the posts...and
I for one would hate to see you stop posting. Ok?
*hug*
Dee
From jujubee@yabbs Tue Aug 16 16:01:01 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: pixy@yabbs
Subject: re: Feeble
Date: Tue Aug 16 16:01:01 1994
You DEFINITELY have a point there, pixy! That is also a major possibility.
From Natalie@yabbs Tue Aug 16 16:31:05 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: Feeble
Date: Tue Aug 16 16:31:05 1994
uh...tammie, my poems are NEVER mindless...they're always filled with
layers of depth and meaning. honest, they are. really. you can trust
me. heehee.
natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Tue Aug 16 16:32:59 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Sinner@yabbs
Subject: re: Bye?
Date: Tue Aug 16 16:32:59 1994
your stuff is just fine...as i said before, this is more of a feel good
board, not a criticism board (unless you ask). so no one's gonna tell you
that you suck and shouldn't even consider yourself a writer (which
happened to me in a writer's group once). we're usually a pretty friendly
bunch around here...don't be scared to post...
natalie
From Lestat!@yabbs Tue Aug 16 16:56:33 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: nobody@yabbs
Subject: <no title>
Date: Tue Aug 16 16:56:33 1994
send me the bloody check, the bloody stamp on the bloody envelope
and the deed is over
From Lestat!@yabbs Tue Aug 16 16:59:54 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Quote
Date: Tue Aug 16 16:59:54 1994
"The line will have the more charm for not being mechanically straight. We
enjoy the straight crookedness of a good walking stick."
-Robert Frost
From Lestat!@yabbs Tue Aug 16 17:03:25 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: more
Date: Tue Aug 16 17:03:25 1994
"The machinations of ambiguity are the among the very roots of poetry."
-William Empson
"Poetry is not the thing being said but a way of saying it."
-A.E. Housman
"Therefore all poems are elegies, and the real grief is the possibility of
joy."
-George Barker
From Lestat!@yabbs Tue Aug 16 17:47:12 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: doubts
Date: Tue Aug 16 17:47:12 1994
an old poem I wrote a while back, don't laugh, please...
doubts
Im bled dry of all ambition
all religion is superstition
Im on a mission
prospects dim and dusty lives
all these things give me hives
Id rather play with knives
grinning lawyers cant catch me
I am right here, all you see
is mission a fable? life a big joke?
is life a joint from which I smoke?
Id rather soak
oh well, at least Im trying
Im not at all afraid of dying
monotonous sighing
so what do you think? needs work, I know
From Natalie@yabbs Tue Aug 16 20:33:58 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Lestat!@yabbs
Subject: re: FUCK
Date: Tue Aug 16 20:33:58 1994
huh? whatevah are you talking about? kindly extrapolate...
natalie
From sienna@yabbs Tue Aug 16 21:19:59 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Lestat!@yabbs
Subject: re: FUCK
Date: Tue Aug 16 21:19:59 1994
htoaster isnt the one who deletes certain messages...the person who posted
the message is the one who cancels it.....
I will give you an example in the next post!
Dee
From pbj@yabbs Tue Aug 16 22:45:21 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: FUCK
Date: Tue Aug 16 22:45:21 1994
well it seems i twas mistooken hehehe i'm in a better mood now...
pbj
From pbj@yabbs Tue Aug 16 22:45:41 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: cat@yabbs
Subject: re: FUCK
Date: Tue Aug 16 22:45:41 1994
yes tammie that was a poem
From pbj@yabbs Tue Aug 16 22:46:37 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: cat@yabbs
Subject: re: FUCK
Date: Tue Aug 16 22:46:37 1994
yes tammie that too was a poem and so is this
hehehe
From Sinner@yabbs Wed Aug 17 08:09:22 1994
From: Sinner@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Shadow
Date: Wed Aug 17 08:09:22 1994
The sun is shining, the air is clear
A view so rare, one of bliss and serenity
But where there is sun there is a shadow
I am the shadow, on bright days you see me
My figure hiding behind the sun, cowering
I will haunt you always, with my sorrow
Sinner
From Cat@yabbs Wed Aug 17 10:14:19 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: FUCK
Date: Wed Aug 17 10:14:19 1994
In message re: FUCK, pbj said:
>yes tammie that was a poem
hmm when did i become the poem police? :)
From Natalie@yabbs Wed Aug 17 11:04:17 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: FUCK
Date: Wed Aug 17 11:04:17 1994
we voted you the poem police. oh...were you absent that day? we musta
forgot to tell you...
natalie
From htoaster@yabbs Wed Aug 17 11:45:49 1994
From: htoaster@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: FUCK
Date: Wed Aug 17 11:45:49 1994
In message re: FUCK, sienna said:
> htoaster isnt the one who deletes certain messages...the person who posted
> the message is the one who cancels it.....
well, i can delete them as well...
alex
From Faith@yabbs Wed Aug 17 11:48:44 1994
From: Faith@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: posts
Date: Wed Aug 17 11:48:44 1994
Wow, I am impressed guys. I have to constantly check this base or I get
behind 40 messages or something like that in the space of a day. Well, if
Tammie is a poem police officer then she should regulate how may posts by
a person in a day. *giggle* Just kidding. Oh I love reading the poetry
here so much. Maybe someday I'll post more. Just get kind of shy with the
stuff I write, funny thing is I never used to be like that. *HUGS* to mys
sistahs. *grin* And my bros too. *smile* Keep posting everyone.
Love,
Liz.
From dmonger@yabbs Wed Aug 17 11:59:42 1994
From: dmonger@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: FUCK
Date: Wed Aug 17 11:59:42 1994
In message re: FUCK, Natalie said:
> we voted you the poem police. oh...were you absent that day? we musta
> forgot to tell you...
nope nat, i think we sent her out to the store for cheetos
-peter
From Natalie@yabbs Wed Aug 17 12:05:04 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: dmonger@yabbs
Subject: re: FUCK
Date: Wed Aug 17 12:05:04 1994
or was it green kool aid?
natalie
From Megabite@yabbs Wed Aug 17 13:00:48 1994
From: Megabite@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: re: FUCK
Date: Wed Aug 17 13:00:48 1994
cool.
also, I never ment to imply that perverted pornography was actually, in a
sense, bad, per se.
From LadyLuck@yabbs Wed Aug 17 15:27:02 1994
From: LadyLuck@yabbs
To: Maliach@yabbs
Subject: Interesting....
Date: Wed Aug 17 15:27:02 1994
Hm... Sounds like a pretty loveless marriage. I like it, though it's not
typically my style. I'll have to look at it again later to give you more
critiques.
LadyLuck
From LadyLuck@yabbs Wed Aug 17 15:31:40 1994
From: LadyLuck@yabbs
To: Lestat!@yabbs
Subject: re: FUCK
Date: Wed Aug 17 15:31:40 1994
Good point....
Now try telling him that....
I think the whole thing is is that on yabbs, unless you've ignored that
person.... You're stuck seeing it. If it's on a file, only those who want
to see call it up.
LadyLuck
From LadyLuck@yabbs Wed Aug 17 15:33:20 1994
From: LadyLuck@yabbs
To: Lestat!@yabbs
Subject: re: doubts
Date: Wed Aug 17 15:33:20 1994
Oohhh... How existantialist.... I like it... Give me time and I'll
critique it later.... I promise.
LadyLuck
From Maliach@yabbs Wed Aug 17 18:28:20 1994
From: Maliach@yabbs
To: LadyLuck@yabbs
Subject: my poem....
Date: Wed Aug 17 18:28:20 1994
well you were right about waht the poem ment..it was about the marriage of
my real father to my mother...needless to say she took me and got out of
it...:)
*huggers to ya*
Mali
From Typhon@yabbs Wed Aug 17 19:01:52 1994
From: Typhon@yabbs
To: pixy@yabbs
Subject: re: Feeble
Date: Wed Aug 17 19:01:52 1994
In my case, it's due to the fact that THERE'S A HUGE AMOUNT OF POSTS
WHENEVER I LOG IN! I mean, reading and critiqueing fifty poems IS NOT WHAT
I WANT TO DO EVERY NIGHT! I could constructively analyze everybody's work,
but then I'd be too spent to read and write any of my own.
Typhon the Finite
From Typhon@yabbs Wed Aug 17 19:26:59 1994
From: Typhon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: The spirit who denies
Date: Wed Aug 17 19:26:59 1994
Warning...I was reading Faust, helping a friend get her own apartment, and
drinking heavily while I wrote the following semi-poem...Take it for what
ever you want.
SLAM, SLAM DOWN, RESPOND IN KIND
MALCONTENT, DON'T GO AWAY
BURN, BURN DOWN, TEMPLE OF THE CONSCIENCE
DON'T GO AWAY---Overkill, Gasoline Dreams
What do I feel? Can I feel?
I don't pretend to know. She thinks she feels joy. I think she's deluded.
I don't believe it exists. And I will never believe it. Joy to me is an
insanity born of lack of comprehension of actuality and circuimastances as
they are. Of actual occurances.
I read somewhere that humans are cursed by their intellect...I am pleased,
theretofore, to report that the curse has been avoided by the vast
majority of humanity quite spectacularly. Males and females are both
bigoted and hateful, and no race is innocent of blame. They always look
for someone to blame. They should be blaming their own lack, their evil
minds, their compulsions to cruelty and wanton violence and sheer
stupidity.
They've killed so much of the feeling in me. I hang here like a withered
limb shot full of shrapnel, scarred but able to function, but incapable of
the extrees of sensation any longer...deadened, greying, dying by degrees.
They've ripped out so much of what I could have been. What I wanted to be.
I was capable of so much emotion when I was younger...but now a bitterness
clouds over my mind and a wry, dry and dark chuckle wheezes out of the
sepulchre of my soul, and I don't know if I'm alive anymore.
Before the campaign of terror (And never be fooled: Human Children are
evil, cruel, crazed with bloodlust and hostile to ANYTHING that is
different or weak, adept at sniffing it out no matter where you try and
bury it. There parent's must make them so, right? They can't be this vile
inherently. But maybe they are?) I was a little boy, four years old, tiny
eyes already straining from trying and successfully forcing them to take i
the words I'd discovered lying in wait for me inside the only friends I
had, skin worm-white from huddling away from the harsh yellow of the suna
nd the squirming, angry, shouting mass of hate that surged all around me.
They beat me physically until I learned not to quiver, or mona, or cry,
and they savaged me mentally until I learned to shut myself down. I
waited, and waited, and eventually when I was able I stopped the physical,
but the mental is unceasing, I can taste it with every hoarse and strident
whisper, meant for me to hear.
That's why I'm a cripple, tottering on healthy legs, unable to care about
anything anymore, unable to tell anyopne how I feel, deep in my icebound
heart I'm afraid to melt away the glaciers because what if they are all I
am, all I have, All I'll ever be? What if all I am is that dusty wry
chuckle, the offhand hate, the disgust at what they tried to do to me?
What am I? WHAT THE FUCK AM I?
I don't know.
I AM THE SPIRIT THAT DENIES FOREVER!
AND RIGHTLY SO! FOR WHAT HAS ARISEN FROM THE VOID
DESERVES TO BE ANNIHILATED.
IT WOULD BE BEST IF NOTHING WOULD EVER ARISE.--Mephistopheles to Faust,
FAUST
I feel so little now, I know it's burning under the sheets of bleu pinning
my brain, but I can't let it out. I can't let myself feel, I'm afraid that
I'm dead or dying inside, and that one day I'll just stop...I'll have
accumulated too much damage and I just WON'T anymore. I am not a
nihilist...I am Nihilism. I am the void, anti-life, the Shiva of my own
soul, the end of existing. I'm too arrogant to let myself off the hook,
too alienated to stop the lemming urge...I know how little I am,
how small and petty all things are.
Typhon the Insignificant
From Zippo@yabbs Wed Aug 17 22:23:07 1994
From: Zippo@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: Could It Be?
Date: Wed Aug 17 22:23:07 1994
This is just another late night's creative spurt. Hope you like it!
Could It Be?
------------
Sometimes the Man upstairs works in mysterious ways
While he's controlling thenights, manipulating the days.
He's thrown two people together, you and I,
With a love and feelings that will never die.
Mere miles not stopping our two hearts
From being in this great play, acting their parts.
Could it be, we were meant to be?
The answer to this and many other
Questions is left to our loving Mother.
She will decide whether it is in our fate
To be together. All we must do is wait.
She may be subtle when she lets us know.
All we can do is let ourselves grow
Together until we see, if we were meant to be.
I know how I feel about you, and you about me.
Maybe soon she will let us see,
If we were meant to be.
I adore you!
Love,
Nathan
From robtelee@yabbs Thu Aug 18 00:00:31 1994
From: robtelee@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: FUCK
Date: Thu Aug 18 00:00:31 1994
See what happens when you don't show up for the meetings....
From pbj@yabbs Thu Aug 18 03:23:15 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: insomnia
Date: Thu Aug 18 03:23:15 1994
Sleep Eludes
My Racing Mind
As I Stretch
Between The Sheets
Crickets Hummmmm
And Trains Roar By
As I Struggle To Fall Asleep
Breezes From The
Open Window
Caressing Every
Curve
Incense Burns
And My Body Waits
For Unconsciousness
To Creep Up And
Overtake
And Begin The Journey
To My Perfect Place
-mirrors
(c) 1994 Aweburning
i can't sleep!!!!!!!!
pbj
Colleen Marie
From hawke@yabbs Thu Aug 18 04:08:04 1994
From: hawke@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: FUCK
Date: Thu Aug 18 04:08:04 1994
no the jello with the green cool aid in it
From trouble!@yabbs Thu Aug 18 08:25:36 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: Lestat!@yabbs
Subject: re: doubts
Date: Thu Aug 18 08:25:36 1994
hi ...
poems sounds ok ... a lot of rhyming .... does need a little work ...
mAybe more lines or go more in depth about some of the things you have
written
=-)
Trouble!/TedeBere
From trouble!@yabbs Thu Aug 18 08:33:40 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: Typhon@yabbs
Subject: re: The spirit who denies
Date: Thu Aug 18 08:33:40 1994
wow ....
you must have ahd *a lot* on your mind when you wrote this ...i've never
seen a poem (maybe an elegy??) that long before ....
i'm speechless ....
trouble!/Tedebere
*hugs*
=-)
From trouble!@yabbs Thu Aug 18 08:36:40 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: insomnia
Date: Thu Aug 18 08:36:40 1994
colleen marie ...
what are your love poems like??
if you have insomnia and write this well, i can imagine what they're like
when you are (oops i meant can't) wide awake and not angry or depressed
... must be really awesome
*hugs*
=-)
Valerie
(trouble!/tedebere)
From Typhon@yabbs Thu Aug 18 09:04:19 1994
From: Typhon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: The Burning Touch
Date: Thu Aug 18 09:04:19 1994
Slice across the azure as I fall
Belly-wounded sky my wings dragdredge the vault
Seared yellow white pinions glow
Outcasts' fire punish blazing
Plummet I glow with God's grace
The ground runs from me when I get to it
Towercloud of windgrit and pulseplumes of Verdant Fire
Skin bubbling peeling away from Charcoaling bone yellowblack
LIghtbringer
I was Lightbringer
Treader in the dust now
Lord of Worms
I fell failures fall
Slickrope guts spill from my heatwithered abdomen
Emeralds for eyes See my trail
Hanging sloweaved bluesilk vault of sky
Hides them from us
From you
From me
First among them first creation of the one who is love
In the icy towers second only to one
Now I turn my firekissed neck skywards at his creation
Dirtmound holding me up so I can see
I laugh with the joy of it
Wings crushed gelatinbone beneath my spasmback
Laughing with black blood on my lips
Just a poem about love.
Typhon the Usurper
From Covenant@yabbs Thu Aug 18 13:36:28 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: busted
Date: Thu Aug 18 13:36:28 1994
wow.........
From Covenant@yabbs Thu Aug 18 13:44:41 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Nordic
Date: Thu Aug 18 13:44:41 1994
for Typhon and Natalie and everyone else :)
just a segment of a longer work (not mine)
Let us ride the back of the Dragon
Pull down the moon and stars
Let us enter the infinite darkness
And partake of violence divine.
-- Nordic Love Poem
From Covenant@yabbs Thu Aug 18 13:55:12 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Once in Awhile
Date: Thu Aug 18 13:55:12 1994
Arms clasped around me.
Crushing me.
Holding on for dear life.
Hoping that I never leave.
Isolating myself by choice.
Not for self-pity or attention.
Just privacy. My privacy.
Friends know I'll not discuss my deepest feelings.
Yet a blue moon comes along every so often.
A craving to be needed.
To be touched.
To be a provider.
Counting the times on one hand.
Watching friends and their children.
The awe in a childs eyes.
The worship and dependency.
Wanting to share a secret.
Arms clasped arounds me and no one else.
Drawing strength from me.
Hoping that I never leave.
Every so often.
Wanting to be one-on-one.
Wanting to be special.
Arms clasped around me.
Give me a hug and tell me you need me.
From sienna@yabbs Thu Aug 18 14:39:55 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Zippo@yabbs
Subject: re: Could It Be?
Date: Thu Aug 18 14:39:55 1994
*huggers*
I am speechless...two poems? Wow. I have only had one other man write me a
love poem before...
I like it a lot (but then again I am biased)
Love,
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Thu Aug 18 14:41:20 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: insomnia
Date: Thu Aug 18 14:41:20 1994
I like the form (the way every word was capitalized) what did it mean? Is
there significance in that? If so, what? And I happen to relate since I am
an insomniac too (as if you all couldnt tell by my 3 and 4am posts...)
*hug*
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Thu Aug 18 15:10:19 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Memory
Date: Thu Aug 18 15:10:19 1994
I am in a creative mood.....but I had to post this song from Andrew Loydd
Weber's "Cats"
MEMORY
------
Midnight,
Not a sound from the pavement;
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone.
In the lamplight, the withered leaves collect at my feet;
And the wind begins to moan.
Memory,
All alone in the moonlight;
I can smile at the old days,
I was beautiful then.
I remember the time I knew what happiness was;
Let the memory live again.
Every street lamp
Seems to beat a fatalistic warning;
Someone mutters
And the street lamp gutters;
And soon it will be morning.
Daylight,
I must wait for the sunrise;
I must think of a new light,
And I mustn't give in.
When the dawn comes tonight will be a memory, too;
And the new day will begin.
Burned out ends of smoky days -
The stale cold smell of haunting;
A street lamp dies, another night is over -
Another day is dawning.
Touch me,
It's so easy to leave me;
All alone with my memory
Of my days in the sun.
If you touch me you'll understand what happiness is;
Look, a new day has begun.
Enjoi,
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Thu Aug 18 15:19:09 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: A Poem I Wrote
Date: Thu Aug 18 15:19:09 1994
Ok....here is a poem/song that I wrote about two and a half years
ago...but sometimes I am amazed at how apropos some of these old
lyrics/poems are in the scheme of things today...
WHERE ARE YOU NOW?
------------------
I knew someday the choices I've made would catch up to me.
And as I watch you walk on by, I realize it's come to be.
If only I could show you how much I really cared;
If only you'd understand that I've been running scared.
You see, I've grown up looking through a glass wall;
Everytime I tried to break through, I only seemed to fall.
My hands are beating against the glass like the rain;
If I hold my heart tightly, I won't feel the pain.
And I'm walking alone,
Where are you now?
All the empty words were the shadow of a promise somehow.
And I'm walking alone,
Where are you now?
I believed you when you promised that your love would never end.
You said we're less than lovers, a little more than friends.
I never meant to cause you any sorrow or any pain;
But the way you showed your love was slowly driving me insane.
I know I promised never to tell a living soul,
But I held it in too long, I had to let it go.
You never really cared, and it took so much from me;
To keep pretending an living a lie that could never set me free.
And I'm walking alone,
Where are you now?
All the empty words were the shadow of a promise somehow.
And I'm walking alone,
Where are you now?
March 2, 1992
Written in Clermont Mercy Hospital
Written originally for Tim Newberry
Enjoi,
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Thu Aug 18 15:34:24 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Another Poem (Lucky you!)
Date: Thu Aug 18 15:34:24 1994
Here is another one I wrote a while ago (I really should try to write some
new poetry, since I have so much emotion from which to draw my creative
inspirations!)
LOVE WILL FIND YOU
------------------
Does it feel just like the little child you used to be
Is still awaiting someone's warm embrace?
Alone with people all around, who look but never see
Can anyone find you in this place?
When you're alone in the dark with a broken heart
And you're lonely
Love will find you
When you hurt inside and you want to hide
You can try, but love will find you
Love will find you
When you're covered by a cloak of sorrow in the night
And all your hope gets lost without a trace
Even in the darkness there is still a shining light
You will see it, look into my face
There's no wall too high
That I can't break it down
There's no hole too deep
Chains to strong, heart too dead
That I can't get to you
Oh, I can get to you.
Love will find you
Dedicated lovingly to Zippo
Love,
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Thu Aug 18 15:38:03 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: re: Another Poem (Lucky you!)
Date: Thu Aug 18 15:38:03 1994
May 8th, 1992
Black clouds obscure a blue sky
Up high the sun is hiding
Keeping its happy rays from me
In my mind I run the distance
Escaping the soul-eating resistance
Binded by chains you swore would set me free
But why should I cry?
It's only my heart that's broken
Scarred by words left unspoken
Hanging in the air like a sigh
So why should I try?
It's only my heart that's broken
It's become your precious token
You never really cared
So why should I?
Once again, apropos!
Enjoi,
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Thu Aug 18 15:39:56 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: <no title>
Date: Thu Aug 18 15:39:56 1994
are You there?
Please whisper my name.
i'm crying out to a world that doesn't care
where are You>
Please take my shame
renew this emptiness i see in my stare.
Enjoi
Dee
(Yes....a short one!)
From sienna@yabbs Thu Aug 18 15:46:02 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Babbling
Date: Thu Aug 18 15:46:02 1994
What is life but a drop of water in an ocean too vast for us to even begin
to comprehend? i sit inside of a sheltered philosophy that shadows truths
with comforting words and oblique images to soothe our troubled minds.
What is a song but our hearts poured out onto a page? What is the written
word but an idea expressed with curves and symbols?
Is there any purpose at all to our existence here on this poisoned earth?
The human eye is so scaled that it cannot see beyond the coverings of our
souls that all too soon die anyway!
Dee=====> someone who is bitter, but tries to remain the warm fuzzie
From sienna@yabbs Thu Aug 18 15:51:34 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: To and Fro
Date: Thu Aug 18 15:51:34 1994
To and Fro
----------
To and fro,
To and fro,
Where she stops
nobody knows -
With the spin of the head
and a countdown is said
Who will she be this time?
To and fro,
To and fro,
Where she stops
I'd like to know
The feelings change
At the drop of a hat
One monet I feel this
The next I feel that.
How do I pin down
The feelings inside
And bring them togetger
So they no longer hide?
When one sees the other.
They'll start to fight;
The ones that are mean
Fight with all their might.
But the ones that are scared
Will run and hide out of sight.
Confusion, confusion,
Is all that I hear,
Voice upon voice
Ringing in my ear.
I cover my ear but to no avail
To die, to die,
Is all I think of.
But would I go to hell
Or heaven above?
Would I do it?
Could I do it?
Should I do it?
Why?
To find peace and relief
In the sweet by-and-by?
Another bitter poem by the warm fuzzie
From Zippo@yabbs Thu Aug 18 17:16:55 1994
From: Zippo@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: so many poems
Date: Thu Aug 18 17:16:55 1994
Well, hon, I see you were feeling creative and rather bitter. Just to let
you know I don't think you should let go of life. After all, I'm here
now. I would be rather upset, and I told you I'm not going to visit you
for the first time in a casket. Sorry.
All in all, I noticed a couple that seemed to be directed at someone, not
to mention any names, but I'm glad they weren't toward me.
About Love Will Find You, I don't think you have to worry about me trying
to hide from you. I haven't yet, have I? Plus, I think it's a little too
late to hide anyway, Love has already found me.
I adore you!
Love,
Nathan
From Cat@yabbs Thu Aug 18 21:02:48 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: Memory
Date: Thu Aug 18 21:02:48 1994
you know, if you like that song read t.s. eliot's "rhaspody on a windy
night", that's where most of the lines from "memory" came from.
i think "every street lamp seems to bea a fatalistic warning" is one of
the coolest lines in lit...but i also happen to be partial to t.s. eliOT
*grins at nat*
-tammie
From Zippo@yabbs Thu Aug 18 21:43:41 1994
From: Zippo@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Who knows?
Date: Thu Aug 18 21:43:41 1994
Where are we all going to,
When will it all end?
This long, frozen night.
Living in darkness,
Many things are obscured.
Waiting for the morning
That shall never come.
At least in my lifetime.
Familiar things seem foreign.
Did I ever know them?
Thoughts spinning completely
Out of control into the depths
Of my mind.
It appears in a brilliant flash
And then is gone.
The answer to all my troubles
Has hidden itself again.
Not remembering what I saw
Makes me wonder
Will I ever see the light?
---
I just felt like babbling, but I hope someone will say something this
time.
PLEASE!!!!!??????
Zippo the lighter. (Ironic isn't it?)
From Zippo@yabbs Thu Aug 18 22:01:01 1994
From: Zippo@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: life
Date: Thu Aug 18 22:01:01 1994
What is life, but to be with friends
And people you love?
If that is life, then am I dead?
If I am, then this must be Hell,
For Heaven is to be with friends
And people you love?
But that sounds like life,
Or maybe life is Hell,
And Heaven is death?
It's all so strange.
I suppose noone knows the truth.
Maybe I will find out
And let you all know,
But to do so
Would I have to die?
Maybe I'll leave it
To some great scientist,
Who has nothing better to do
Than sit around
And ponder such questions.
From robtelee@yabbs Thu Aug 18 22:07:01 1994
From: robtelee@yabbs
To: Typhon@yabbs
Subject: re: The Burning Touch
Date: Thu Aug 18 22:07:01 1994
Pass me a towel....I have to wipe the sweat off !
Damn !
robtelee
From robtelee@yabbs Thu Aug 18 22:27:39 1994
From: robtelee@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Historically Significant
Date: Thu Aug 18 22:27:39 1994
Here is a song/poem that I heard several years ago and the Melody haunts
me still. It was originally sung by The Outlaws of Tampa FL. Those of
you who know me will see why I like it so much.
COLD HARBOR
Wasn't far from Richmond,
Second day of June.
The year was 1864,
The end was closing soon.
A long and bitter struggle,
For the boys in Blue and Gray,
The battle of Cold Harbor,
Was only hours away.
I woke up long before the sun,
And through the morning sky,
Wondered as I lay there,
"Is this my time to die?"
Somewhere through the darkness,
The Union fires glowed.
A distant bugle's revellie,
Was playing soft and low.
Oh ! Cold Harbor !
The battle lines are drawn.
Through the heart of Dixie,
The thrill of war was gone.
Rebel flag was faded,
Waved it far too long.
Oh, Cold Harbor,
The last of the proud,
To carry on !
Morning shook like thunder,
As through the smoke they came.
Heavy guns and the musket fire,
Pouring down like rain.
Just one half an hour,
Ten thousand Federals died.
My blood ran cold to watch them fall,
I closed my eyes and fired.
Oh ! Cold Harbor !
The battle lines were drawn.
Through the heart of Dixie,
The thrill of war is gone.
rebel flag was faded,
Waved it far too long.
Oh, Cold Harbor.
The last of the proud,
To carry on !
From robtelee@yabbs Thu Aug 18 22:35:18 1994
From: robtelee@yabbs
To: Zippo@yabbs
Subject: re: Who knows?
Date: Thu Aug 18 22:35:18 1994
I read it as someone who is love.
But then, I could be wrong :)
robtelee
From robtelee@yabbs Thu Aug 18 22:39:05 1994
From: robtelee@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: re: Historically Significant
Date: Thu Aug 18 22:39:05 1994
BTW, this song is from the album "Soldiers of Fortune."
From Natalie@yabbs Thu Aug 18 22:45:48 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: Memory
Date: Thu Aug 18 22:45:48 1994
and i happen to be partial to billy butler yeats. *smirks at tammie*
natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Thu Aug 18 22:47:20 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: robtelee@yabbs
Subject: re: Historically Significant
Date: Thu Aug 18 22:47:20 1994
YES! a song about the war between the states! (as my best friend's dad
INSISTS on calling it...kinda makes you think that Delaware attacked Rhode
Island or something....)
natalie
From Cat@yabbs Thu Aug 18 22:55:32 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: Memory
Date: Thu Aug 18 22:55:32 1994
In message re: Memory, Natalie said:
> and i happen to be partial to billy butler yeats. *smirks at tammie*
can he make a cherry pie though?
From Zippo@yabbs Thu Aug 18 23:08:37 1994
From: Zippo@yabbs
To: robtelee@yabbs
Subject: re: Cold Harbor
Date: Thu Aug 18 23:08:37 1994
I think I would probably like that song. The civil war interests me
greatly. I'm not sure exactly why, but it intrigues me very much.
Zippo
From Zippo@yabbs Thu Aug 18 23:10:58 1994
From: Zippo@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Sorry
Date: Thu Aug 18 23:10:58 1994
I just thought I'd say sorry to everyone, but I just had to post those
earlier, although I'm not as bad as some people. I won't mention any
names Dee. :) I hope you all liked them. Let me know, otherwise I won't
know if I should shut up or not. :)
I adore you Dee,
Nathan
From sienna@yabbs Thu Aug 18 23:52:17 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Zippo@yabbs
Subject: re: so many poems
Date: Thu Aug 18 23:52:17 1994
I am not bitter sweetheart...I have found the man of my dreams! *hug*
I wrote many of those a few years ago....I just thought I would post them
to see what reactions (if any) I would get from everyone!
Love,
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Thu Aug 18 23:53:12 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: Memory
Date: Thu Aug 18 23:53:12 1994
That will get her on a Yeats roll.....hehehe *hug* Love ya Nat!
:)
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Thu Aug 18 23:55:01 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Zippo@yabbs
Subject: re: Who knows?
Date: Thu Aug 18 23:55:01 1994
I myself really liked this poem...however, I am partial. I especially
liked the line "Thoughts spinning completely out of control into the
depths of my mind..." pretty powerful. I can relate!
*hug*
Well done!
Love,
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Thu Aug 18 23:58:10 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Zippo@yabbs
Subject: re: Sorry
Date: Thu Aug 18 23:58:10 1994
Suuuuuuuuure...I SEE how you are!
*pout*
*giggle*
Ok, I will quit.....I am NOT bitter...just happily challenged.....(PC
reigns.....NOT!)
I adore you, too NRB (better known as Nathan, even better known as Zippo)
Love,
Dee
From pbj@yabbs Fri Aug 19 00:47:15 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: trouble!@yabbs
Subject: re: insomnia
Date: Fri Aug 19 00:47:15 1994
i don't really write love poems Valerie...they turn out all cheesy and
stuff...ugh!!!
the only one i did write i believe i did post on here thoug around the
end of june ...oh well
pbj
From pbj@yabbs Fri Aug 19 00:49:40 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: insomnia
Date: Fri Aug 19 00:49:40 1994
nah no significance in the caps...i just screwed up and decided to leave
it i was too tired and didn't think of aborting it and starting all over
pbj
From pbj@yabbs Fri Aug 19 00:53:43 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: post 1269
Date: Fri Aug 19 00:53:43 1994
*cheers cause she finally got to post a 69*
hehehe *evil grin*
pbj
From pbj@yabbs Fri Aug 19 01:04:07 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: King of wishful thinking
Date: Fri Aug 19 01:04:07 1994
okay i am here to admit to myself that yes *thwaps herself in the head* i
do care for that bastard Jake as mentioned in one of my earlier posts of
this week.....damn damn damn!!!!!!
oh well all i can do is hope it oges away....
King Of Wishful Thinking
************************
I don't need to fall at your feet
Just cause you cut me to the bone
And I wont miss the way that you kiss me
We were never carved in stone
If I don't listen to the talk on the town
Then well maybe I can fool myself
I'll get over you
I know I will
I'll pretend my ships not sinking
And I'll tell myself I'm over you
Cause I'm the king of wishful thinking
I refuse to give in to my blues
That's not how it's gonna be
And I'll deny the tears in my eyes
I don't want to let you see
That you have made a hole in my heart
And now I've got to fool myself
I'll get over you
I know I will
I'll pretend my ships not sinking
And I'll tell myself
I'm over you
Cause i'm the king of wishful thinking
Well needlessx to sya i didn't write that but dammit if i know who did
*continues to thwap herself in the head for being stoopid*
pbj
From pbj@yabbs Fri Aug 19 01:21:20 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: spontaneous spewing
Date: Fri Aug 19 01:21:20 1994
i thought of you
on the top of a mountian
but you weren't there
you dropped into my thoughts
as i sailed through seas of tears
but you never came to my rescue
you always said that
you would never leave me jilted
you told me
you would always be here for me
but i looked for you
never saw that familiar face
looking over the crowd for me
-mirrors
(c) 1994 Aweburning
pbj
From pbj@yabbs Fri Aug 19 01:28:54 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Good Night
Date: Fri Aug 19 01:28:54 1994
Night has come
And once again
I sleep alone
The dusk has fallen
And I slumber
Without your touch
My bones ache
To hear you
Breathe, lost in dreaming
My body yearns
For your warm, tan hand
Touching my flesh
Sleep tight
Little one
Morning, soon will come
-mirrors
(c) 1994 Aweburning
does that count as love poetry?
pbj
From Natalie@yabbs Fri Aug 19 01:31:45 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: re: Memory
Date: Fri Aug 19 01:31:45 1994
does it really matter? i think not. heehee.
at least he wasn't turned on by felines.
*smirk*
natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Fri Aug 19 01:33:34 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: Good Night
Date: Fri Aug 19 01:33:34 1994
i think it does.
*hug*
natalie
From pbj@yabbs Fri Aug 19 01:37:22 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Natural Reminder
Date: Fri Aug 19 01:37:22 1994
Starlight, my only guide
to the saftey of
your arms
Moondance, the only
Way I sleep
Daylight streaming
on your body
lean over mine
Rain drumming
Out our rythmn on the roof
Thundar cracks
lightning quakes
A natural reminder
of the love we shared
_mirrors
(c) 1994 Aweburning
pbj
From pbj@yabbs Fri Aug 19 02:00:46 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: bits of you
Date: Fri Aug 19 02:00:46 1994
cobs-webbing through
my fingers
this attic of
memories
cluttered with bits
of you
A scent encountered
walking, alone,
down the path
A flood of pictures
of you
A sloitary word
uttered by a stranger
I pass on the street
makes me smile
reminding me
of you
Those same sheets
the lone creak
of the bedsprings
as I turn
to see you
no longer there
Solitary tear
drips down
my cheek
the only thing
tangible that
i have left
of you
-mirrors
(c) 1994 aweburning
pbj
From pbj@yabbs Fri Aug 19 02:26:09 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: <no title>
Date: Fri Aug 19 02:26:09 1994
place of birth
unknown
origin of feeling
somewhere, long ago
name
true love
alias
unknown
-mirrors
(c) 1994 aweburning
From LadyLuck@yabbs Fri Aug 19 09:19:34 1994
From: LadyLuck@yabbs
To: Maliach@yabbs
Subject: re: my poem....
Date: Fri Aug 19 09:19:34 1994
Well... My biological mother died when I was very young... I can still
feel her presence sometimes. I have a "step-mother" whom I love very
much...
LadyLuck
P.s. Huggers back to ya...
From Typhon@yabbs Fri Aug 19 10:13:02 1994
From: Typhon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Burn the village
Date: Fri Aug 19 10:13:02 1994
I've got to kill it
Sear it down in flame
Yellow white redemption
Singing my sweatslick praise
Listen not to words and babble
Monkey speak for monkey brains
I need only my ragew fed evil
And the falling of the flames
Burn down the people witherblack tanglebones fetid clean
burn up the buildings send them on to Ubral sight
Burn through this not they put planted black in my seeping heart
Burn me up
Typhon
From sienna@yabbs Fri Aug 19 14:31:21 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: insomnia
Date: Fri Aug 19 14:31:21 1994
In post #1269 re: insomnia pbj said:
> ...i just screwed up and decided to leave
> it i was too tired and didn't think of aborting it and starting all
> over
> pbj
Well said...I too have done that....I guess we could analyze it from
a subconscious point of view....(can you tell I am a Psych major?)
I still liked it....
*hug*
sienna
From sienna@yabbs Fri Aug 19 14:32:10 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: King of wishful thinking
Date: Fri Aug 19 14:32:10 1994
King of Wishful Thinking was written and performed by the group "Calloway"
sienna
From sienna@yabbs Fri Aug 19 14:34:29 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: Natural Reminder
Date: Fri Aug 19 14:34:29 1994
pbj wrote:
> Thundar cracks
> lightning quakes
> A natural reminder
> of the love we shared
Wow.
That hit me pretty hard.
I am terrified of thunderstorms...once upon a time, a man I loved tried to
comfort me during one...now I think of him everytime I hear the thunder or
see the lightning...it makes me kind of sad.
Thanks for posting that.
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Fri Aug 19 14:35:57 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: bits of you
Date: Fri Aug 19 14:35:57 1994
I especially liked the part about the tear running down your cheek being
the only thing left of the man you once loved...I can relate!
*hugs*
Dee
P.S. Nathan, je'tadore!
From Lestat!@yabbs Fri Aug 19 15:17:21 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: wooo
Date: Fri Aug 19 15:17:21 1994
good god almighty...you people post a lot
From Covenant@yabbs Fri Aug 19 15:56:16 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: bits of you
Date: Fri Aug 19 15:56:16 1994
damn pbj, those last three killed me.
don't despair,
Covenant
From Pele@yabbs Fri Aug 19 16:40:04 1994
From: Pele@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: A story
Date: Fri Aug 19 16:40:04 1994
Hey all,
I have a story that I wrote (a fable or sorts) that I want to share
with you. It's pretty long so I am going to ask your permission to post
it. It'll probably take up more than one or two posts. It's called
metamorphosis and even though this is the poetry base and not short
stories R Us. I thought people might be able to realte to it. Please say
it's ok with you. :)
-Pele-
P.S. It's not actually writtne yet. It's still in my mind's eye.
From Natalie@yabbs Fri Aug 19 17:09:41 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Pele@yabbs
Subject: re: A story
Date: Fri Aug 19 17:09:41 1994
go for it...after all this is the poetry and creative writing base. i've
posted prose on here. true, that was eons ago, but it's ok...and i'd like
to see it...
natalie
From robtelee@yabbs Fri Aug 19 17:14:05 1994
From: robtelee@yabbs
To: Pele@yabbs
Subject: re: A story
Date: Fri Aug 19 17:14:05 1994
This is the "poetry and crative writing" base, so post away my friend.
BTW, it isn't based on the Kafka story, is it ? *wink*
Personally, I'm looking forward to it.
Your Obd'nt Sv'nt
robtelee
From Pele@yabbs Fri Aug 19 20:45:34 1994
From: Pele@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Metamorphosis
Date: Fri Aug 19 20:45:34 1994
Thanx for being so supportive. This may be long so please bear with me.
Here goes:
The beam of light edged its way softly through the leaves above only to
rest on the soft fur-like body of the slow-moving creature that seemed to
bask in the beauty of the tree from which it was getting its daily nutritional
requirements. The caterpillar was quite content as it swallowed the last
of its meal--a leaf from a tree several hundred times it's size. He
looked down and up the tree. He was so far up that he could not see the
bottom of the tree and so far from the top that the tree's apex seemed to
exist in another dimension only imagined in the mind of this lowly creature.
He smiled as he envisioned himself on top of the tree looking down on the
world below...beyond anything and everything. He started his tread back
to his home where his brothers and sisters were waiting for him.
He was always considered the dreamer of the family. Always walking around
in a daze not knowing which way was which. He was often laughed at by the
other insects that were living in the tree. His only friend was an odd old
worm that lived just below the branch he was on. The worm was quite wise
and lived to see both his parents, grand-parents and great-grandparents go
through the metamorphosis and eventually die. He always had words of
encouragement to give to his little friend, the caterpillar.
The caterpillar decided to pay his friend a visit and headed down to his home.
The worm was comfortably eating away at the bark of the tree and barely
noticed his friend's arrival. He looked up at his friend when he saw him
and smiled.
"Hello there little one," he smiled. "How goes it today? You seem to be
in the best of moods." With this he turned his attention back to the uneaten
bark. The caterpillar was used to this and simply responded with a smile.
"I'm fine," he said. "I just came to see how you were."
"I," came the muffled response of a worm with a mouth full of tree bark,
"am quite fine. Are you readying yourself for the metamorphosis?"
The question seemed to take the young caterpillar by surprise and he did
not respond. Instead, his face fell and his furry skin seemed to change to
a darker shade of green.
"What's wrong?" asked the worm.
"I didn't realize it would be so soon," he responded.
"You do not wish to be a butterfly? They are quite beautiful and they can
fly as high as they want."
"I know. It's just that....well....I want to be a worm, like you. I want
to teach people like you teach me." The worm smiled in recognition of the
compliment and the young one's addulation.
"I know how you feel," he replied. "When I was your age, I wanted to be a
bird so that I could eat my friends who made me angry. I later learned
that we often have to be what we don't want to be because that is the way
of things. You have no choice. You must undergo the metamorphosis
because that is your destiny." The caterpillar frowned.
"But I don't want to be a butterfly," he whined. "And if I choose not to
go through with the metamorphosis, I wont!" He then took off as quickly
as he could running to another side of the tree where he ran into one of
his brothers.
"Hey silly," his brother screamed at him. "Where do you think you're going?
Home is that way." He laughed at his brother who seemed to have tears in his
eyes.
"I don't want to go through with it!" screamed the caterpillar.
"With what, dreamer?" his brother asked more out of jest than curiousity.
"The metamorphosis." His brother fell back and gasped. His furry green
coat turned a bright green as his face contorted into pure anger.
"Don't you dare say that again!" Screamed the older caterpillar to his
brother. "You will do as you are told and I will hear nothing of it! You
are meant to be a butterfly and that is that!" With that he grabbed his
little brother by the ear and took him home.
At home, his other brothers and sisters argued with him all night
demanding that he do as he was told and be what he was supposed to be. He
cried all night as they badgered him. Finally he could take it no more.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" he screamed. With that he ran into his room and shut
the door. But he could still hear them talking. He wanted them to stop.
He wanted to just be alone. And without thinking, he began to spin a web
around his ears. At first, it was enough, but he could still hear them a
little and he could still see their reflections outside and so he spun
another web around his eyes. This, however was not enough because he
could still feel them and so he spun the web all around his body. All
night he spun the web, carefully so that there would be no room for them
to get it and talk to him.
Finally he was alone. He was tired and soon he was asleep. Early the
next day he woke up and looked around his little cell. He couldn't see
but something was strange. He strained his eyes hard and looked down at
his body and let out a scream of terror.
Uh...sorry guys. Running out of space. Next post, I'll finish it.
Maybe later. I have to go now.
From Natalie@yabbs Fri Aug 19 23:21:08 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: storm
Date: Fri Aug 19 23:21:08 1994
pale blue light illuminates the night sky
thunder rumbles beneath my feet
i shudder
nights like this i hate my isolation
i want
i need someone to hold me
to tell me i'll survive this night
wind whipping along the highway
through the trees
around my house and into my room
chilling my heart
until it freezes
a cold reddish pinkish lump
waiting
for the right person to thaw it
natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Fri Aug 19 23:23:17 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: trinity
Date: Fri Aug 19 23:23:17 1994
who am i?
can anyone (even me) know?
am i
what i see in the mirror
or
am i
what you see
or
am i
what i see in my mind
or
am i
all of these
unknowable
incomprehensible
fashioned in god's image
a bit of god on earth?
natalie
the blasphemous one
From Natalie@yabbs Fri Aug 19 23:30:27 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: a love poem
Date: Fri Aug 19 23:30:27 1994
here
take this flesh from me
it's fragile and worn
took a knife and removed it
to give to you
the incision clean
the surgery neat
carry it with you
wherever you go
and when you touch it
or look at it
or feel it beating in your hand
remember me
and be careful
my heart is in your keeping
and i trust you with it
well, i guess this is my attempt at a non-sappy, non-bitter love poem.
and this is what happens when you listen to nine inch nails during a
raging thunderstorm while trying to write poetry. ah well...
natalie
From dmonger@yabbs Fri Aug 19 23:30:53 1994
From: dmonger@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: trinity
Date: Fri Aug 19 23:30:53 1994
well i tried to explore this once in one of my art classes. My teacher
thought my drawing was unfinished because i didn't put the face on. Once i
explained why, she started looking for other problems with it :)
great teacher.
-peter
From robtelee@yabbs Fri Aug 19 23:53:29 1994
From: robtelee@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: a love poem
Date: Fri Aug 19 23:53:29 1994
Sure you weren't trying to imitate Lorena with all of that cutting ?
*smile*
Just kidding !
robtelee
From pbj@yabbs Sat Aug 20 01:39:00 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: a little country ditty
Date: Sat Aug 20 01:39:00 1994
his head between his hands
his hands reached out for me
distressed and lonely
in this world
my promise 'came complete
i held him close
i held him tight
an' when it came
time to say goodnight..
I left him with a whisper
I left him wit ha kiss
But most of all
I left him
With this
He said
remeber the day
when i took you away
to that little hotel
on the beach
we turned out the lights
and made everything right
i hope now that this
will be
your favorite memory
cause i held you close
i held you tight
an' when it came time
to say goodnight..
i left you with a whisper
i left you with a kiss
but most of all
i left you with
my favorite memory
-mirrors
(c) 1994 aweburning
well.. what'd you think?? if it sucks tell me ....
pbj
From Zippo@yabbs Sat Aug 20 01:59:32 1994
From: Zippo@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: a little country ditty
Date: Sat Aug 20 01:59:32 1994
Wel, I like it very much. So no it doesn't suck. Keep up the good work.
I like your posts quite a bit.
Zippo
From Natalie@yabbs Sat Aug 20 08:07:11 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: robtelee@yabbs
Subject: re: a love poem
Date: Sat Aug 20 08:07:11 1994
it was SELF mutilation, dammit :)
natalie
From Pele@yabbs Sat Aug 20 09:11:40 1994
From: Pele@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: MetamorphosisII
Date: Sat Aug 20 09:11:40 1994
Ok..here's the second part to the story. I'm sure none of you were in any
suspense :)
As the caterpillar's eyes focused on his body, he found that he now had
legs growing from his side. He stared in astonished horror as he looked
around his cocoon. In his attmept to ruan away from being forced
into undergoing the metamorphosis he had driven himself to the one place
that he could undergo it. He was by himself, alone to look at himself.
He knew what was expected of him and he knew what he had to do. This
brought him great sadness and the tears rolled down his face as he began
to spin another web. All night he lay in the lonely room he had created
changing as he was required to do. Being something that he hated.
Finally, he could stay awaked no longer and he fell asleep.
The sunlight had somehow managed to edge it's way through the dense
foliage and into the caterpillar's home and through the thick webbing that
he had created to rest softly on his wing. He looked across in
astonishment when he realized that in truth he had a wing. In fact, he
had two of them! He also had six legs! HE was what everyone wanted him
to be. As quickly as he could, he tore away at his web, freeing himself
from his silk cell.
Once open to the air he flew out of his cocoon. All around him were the
cocoons of his brothers and sisters who were still metamorphising. He
flew out of the home, almost excited by the beauty of the view he
was afforded by his flight. He took off into the air, flying high and
flying low. He flew below and landed near a pool of water where he saw
his reflection and marveled. He was beautiful! He flew off again to the
top of the tree and looked down. It was just as beautiful as he had
imagined. He smiled.
Suddenly, a wave of sadness hit him as he now realized that he would never
be a worm and that he would always be something that others wanted him to
be. No matter how beutiful that was, it was not what he wanted. He flew
down and rested by the bark where he found the old worm resting after
having eaten a full lunch. The worm recognized him at once.
"Hello there," he smiled. "I see you did it anyway."
"It was an accident," replied the caterpillar. "This is not what I want.
I want to be like youg!" He started to sob. Soon the tears
were enormous. HIs friend tried to console him.
"Sometimes, my friend," he said. "We are not allowed to choose our own
destiny." Somehow, that only made him feel worse. The caterpillar, now
turned butterfly took off into the air, without saying goodbye. He flew
through the winds, blinded by his own tears.
Mere moments after leaving the worm, he found himself caught in something.
He looked around and noticed that he was caught in a spider's web. He
fought to free himself. The more he struggled, the more he got entangled.
By the time the spider got there, he was already too exhasted to move.
The spider didn't seem interested in eating the butterfly, though for he
simply smiled and then walked over to him and started spinning a web.
After a while, the spider had engulfed the butterfly in a web cocoon of
his own and hung the butterfly upside down from his strong webbing. The
butterfly felt lonely and depressed.
But soon, a wonderful thing happend! The butterfly, whose eyes were not
covered by the webbing, looked down into a puddle of water that
had settled on the tree he was caught in. And in the puddle, he could see
his reflection. He was now a long, grey/white worm! He smiled as he
realised that he was what he wanted to be.
"I am a worm!" He screamed. "I am a worm!" Soon he was laughing, and
then he let out bombastical laughter that rang throughout the little
forest
Only a little distance away, the worm swallowed a piece of bark and smiled
in knowing satisfaction at the laughter he heard. And he looked up at the
trickle of light that had seeped through the leaves to land on a small
caterpillar moving slowly down the bark to say hello to the wisest animal
he knew.
Well, guys. That's it. Thanx for reading. I'd love some comentary. If
you dont' like it, I'd like to know. Thanx again.
-Pele-
From Zippo@yabbs Sat Aug 20 19:22:10 1994
From: Zippo@yabbs
To: Pele@yabbs
Subject: re: MetamorphosisII
Date: Sat Aug 20 19:22:10 1994
Well, friend, it reminds me a lot of me at the moment, doing something
that I don't want to do. I like the line about not being able to choose
our own destiny. Actually, I hate it, but that's the way life is I guess.
Thank you very much for this little story has given me some hope that I
may realize my dreams and become what I want even though it seems I'm
taking the wrong route right now. I wish I could be like that little
caterpillar and spin myself a cocoon to get away from all the things I
don't want to be. :(
All, in all, I liked it very much. If you have any more I wouldn't mind
reading them in the least. Keep up the good work.
Peace,
The one and only Zippo!
:)
From Pele@yabbs Sun Aug 21 00:36:57 1994
From: Pele@yabbs
To: Zippo@yabbs
Subject: re: MetamorphosisII
Date: Sun Aug 21 00:36:57 1994
Thanx for the feedback. You wanna know the truth? The story's a metaphor
for my life. You know the shit that I've been put through and once I
started writing this story the words just spun (forgive the pun)
themselves.
I hope to see you soon, my friend. I really miss you. Take it easy and
don't forget to write! :)
-Pele-
From pbj@yabbs Sun Aug 21 03:40:15 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: Pele@yabbs
Subject: re: MetamorphosisII
Date: Sun Aug 21 03:40:15 1994
*hug*
pbj
From taegu@yabbs Sun Aug 21 08:38:47 1994
From: taegu@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: a little country ditty
Date: Sun Aug 21 08:38:47 1994
PBJ,
I thought it was great! If you don't mind I would like to make a copy of
it to keep. To me, this is one of the best i've seen on here. Keep up
the good work!!
Taegu
From jujubee@yabbs Sun Aug 21 09:07:24 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Pele@yabbs
Subject: re: MetamorphosisII
Date: Sun Aug 21 09:07:24 1994
I liked the story, but i didn't care much for the ending. This
catepillar/butterfly still has a lot of unfinished business...unsolved
problems...(not that the end of a story should bring completely solved
problems or anything, but it's nice to have a bit of assurance). The end
of this story provides me w/no assurance whatsoever...maybe that's the
way you intended it to be. The rest of the story was
thought-provoking...just didn't think the end was...
my minute fraction of a dollar's worth...
jujubee
From Pele@yabbs Sun Aug 21 14:21:38 1994
From: Pele@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: re: MetamorphosisII
Date: Sun Aug 21 14:21:38 1994
That was the point. It's not supposed to be a story of assurance. You
weren't supposed to like the ending. The whole idea I was trying to bring
across is that sometimes we have no control--no matter how much we fight
against it. Sorry if it unsettled you but that's what I was trying to do.
-Pele-
Thanx for the feedback, btw
From jujubee@yabbs Sun Aug 21 15:08:56 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Pele@yabbs
Subject: re: MetamorphosisII
Date: Sun Aug 21 15:08:56 1994
Well, then I guess you did it! Your attempt was successful!
jujubee--------->one who doesn't view life thru rose-colored glasses, but
rather thru green-tinted ty-d-bowl....
From Pele@yabbs Sun Aug 21 21:48:28 1994
From: Pele@yabbs
To: jujubee@yabbs
Subject: Green-tinted
Date: Sun Aug 21 21:48:28 1994
hehehe. :) I like that. Hehehehhehe.
Personal philososphy of mine. LIfe is a bed of roses. It's nice to smell
and it's really pretty to look at but it takes a lot of work to make it
what it is and if you're not careful, you'll prick yourself on the thorns.
From Pele@yabbs Mon Aug 22 03:13:00 1994
From: Pele@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: She is the Night
Date: Mon Aug 22 03:13:00 1994
The Night has returned
It returns as it always does, tormentuous, angry
I fight, and the tempest grows
I retreat and it follows to end me.
The night has returned
The dark parent continues, spercilious, intolerant
I love her and she gives me gold
I ask for love and I become unworthy.
The night has returned.
It anticipates its arrival, joyous, in lethargy
I lose and it knows
I win and it mocks me
The night has returned.
The shaded green waits, capriciuos, vibrant
I need her, so I'm told
I ask to be needed and laughter follows me.
The night has returned
But so, will the day
I fight no more. I will fly into the sun
And the night shall have its way.
I've been reluctant to post my poetry in the past because I wasn't sure
how it would be recieved. I'd appreciate any feeback from you all.
-Pele-
From Pele@yabbs Mon Aug 22 03:30:08 1994
From: Pele@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: She is the Sea
Date: Mon Aug 22 03:30:08 1994
As the blue-green currents rushed ashore
Her beauty became well known
And as she retreated, more and more
Her splendor and love were shown.
As the sunlight danced on the liquid glass
Her snow-white smiled brightened
Ans as the moonlight danced on the peacful mass
Her smile, my heart lightened.
Her tempestuous ways, her peaceful nights
Her silent days, her violent fights
All compliment her mysterious realms
And taunts the explorer at the helm.
Only this lion-heated creature dares to enter her depths
And only this creature will konw utter joy, or suffering death
As a moth to a flame, the creature has no might
He must attmept the union betwee unlike and like, wrong and right.
Just as the thorn-bird dies singing it's only song
So does the creature for who he longs
I am the creature
As it should be
I am the blind navigator
She is the Sea.
From Pele@yabbs Mon Aug 22 08:55:06 1994
From: Pele@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Sunset
Date: Mon Aug 22 08:55:06 1994
The Black sits at the line
Mocking me
It knows
It knows
The black awaits the turning sphere
Stalking me
It grows
It grows
For an instant, Black and white
Join at the hip to create a vibrant cascade of beauty
But the Black continues with a ferocious might
Only mere fragments of white are scattered into the dark sea.
It cannot be escaped
It cannot be denied
It knows
It knows
When the white returns, the black will fight
It must peresevere with all it's might
It grow
It grows
It must.
This is the last of my poems. I'll write more but that's it for now. I
hope you liked them but if you don't, I don't mind.
Thanx for reading.
-Pele-
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 22 08:56:01 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: Typhon@yabbs
Subject: re: The Burning Touch
Date: Mon Aug 22 08:56:01 1994
great poem!!!
trouble!/TedeBere
=-)
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 22 08:56:53 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: Covenant@yabbs
Subject: re: Nordic
Date: Mon Aug 22 08:56:53 1994
covenant ....
i really like that .. who wrote it?? where can i find it???
Valerie
aka trouble!
=-)
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 22 09:00:02 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: Covenant@yabbs
Subject: re: Once in Awhile
Date: Mon Aug 22 09:00:02 1994
speechless ......
(amazing isnt it???
)
*grin*
*you know who*
=-)
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 22 09:01:54 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: Memory
Date: Mon Aug 22 09:01:54 1994
de ...
thats one of my favorite songs (actually the only one from the show that i
really know) from Cats ...
(oops *hug* sorry i spelled your name wrong, but it is early monday
morning ... please forgive me ...)
val
=-)
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 22 09:03:13 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: A Poem I Wrote
Date: Mon Aug 22 09:03:13 1994
dee
you are right about old song lyrics being apropos for things happening now
... its perfect for any type of relationshop (mainly romantic ones) that
have tgone bad .... i love it!!!
*hugs*
val
=-)
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 22 09:04:01 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: Another Poem (Lucky you!)
Date: Mon Aug 22 09:04:01 1994
exactly!!!
=-)
me
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 22 09:05:32 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: Babbling
Date: Mon Aug 22 09:05:32 1994
*HUGS TO DA WARM FUZZIE*
me
=-)
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 22 09:06:24 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: To and Fro
Date: Mon Aug 22 09:06:24 1994
see post #1315
me
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 22 09:08:35 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: Zippo@yabbs
Subject: re: Who knows?
Date: Mon Aug 22 09:08:35 1994
nathan ...
you were NOT babbling .... i really like your poem ... it's really good
andit makes a lot of sense ...
*hugs*
valerie =-)
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 22 09:11:53 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: robtelee@yabbs
Subject: re: Historically Significant
Date: Mon Aug 22 09:11:53 1994
hi ....
i really like that song ... it isone of those things that make yu stop and
think about the senseless actions of the civil war
(i'm in to re-enactments and things like that ... so i think its a really
cool song .... perfect for a rebel *grin*)
laters
trouble!/tedebere
=-)
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 22 09:15:36 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: King of wishful thinking
Date: Mon Aug 22 09:15:36 1994
i know what song you are talking about ... it's from a movie soundtrack,
but you're guess is as good as mine ... i completely forgot ... i do know
it's from the 80's tho ...
val
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 22 09:16:19 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: Good Night
Date: Mon Aug 22 09:16:19 1994
yes it does
*smile*
me
=-)
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 22 09:17:18 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: bits of you
Date: Mon Aug 22 09:17:18 1994
insomnia again colleen??
*hugs* i like it
val
=-)
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 22 09:20:15 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: Lestat!@yabbs
Subject: re: wooo
Date: Mon Aug 22 09:20:15 1994
we do, don't we??/
*grin*
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 22 09:24:55 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: a little country ditty
Date: Mon Aug 22 09:24:55 1994
colleen marie .... pbj ....
it does NOt suck ... it would make a most excellent country song (yes i
listen to country music) i like it lots
valerie ... troublE! ... tedebere ....
=-)
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 22 09:26:52 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: Pele@yabbs
Subject: re: MetamorphosisII
Date: Mon Aug 22 09:26:52 1994
i like your story!! it's really good ... it qwould make a great children's
book!!!
trouble!
=-)
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 22 09:29:07 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: Pele@yabbs
Subject: re: She is the Night
Date: Mon Aug 22 09:29:07 1994
NEVER be reluctaznt to post poetry on here ... i like that poem .. it's
really good ... got any others???
trouble!
=-)
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 22 09:29:48 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: Pele@yabbs
Subject: re: Sunset
Date: Mon Aug 22 09:29:48 1994
i like them all!!!
=-)
From Typhon@yabbs Mon Aug 22 11:34:28 1994
From: Typhon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Suffer the Massive
Date: Mon Aug 22 11:34:28 1994
Sky splits open screams we scream as one
Blue white hate pure
pure as the boiling snow
Lightning the air Azure Fire my veins no one knows
Down swallow the poison
Down swallow their lies
Down keep it compressed
When it gets out
Someone dies
Typhon the Inscrutable
From sienna@yabbs Mon Aug 22 12:27:43 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Pele@yabbs
Subject: re: She is the Night
Date: Mon Aug 22 12:27:43 1994
I really liked it....I like the part about "the night has returned, but so
will the day..."
I am glad that you decided to post your poem. Please, post some more!
*hug*
Love,
Dee
P.S. I'm sure Nathan will love it too!
From sienna@yabbs Mon Aug 22 12:28:19 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Pele@yabbs
Subject: re: Sunset
Date: Mon Aug 22 12:28:19 1994
*hug*
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Mon Aug 22 12:30:03 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: trouble!@yabbs
Subject: re: A Poem I Wrote
Date: Mon Aug 22 12:30:03 1994
Val said
> ...its perfect for any type of relationshop (mainly romantic ones) that
> have gone bad ....
Me? Have a relationship that has gone bad? Naaaaaahhhh! *sarcastic tone*
*hug*
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Mon Aug 22 12:31:34 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: trouble!@yabbs
Subject: re: King of wishful thinking
Date: Mon Aug 22 12:31:34 1994
King of Wishful Thinking was in the movie "Beverly Hills Cop II" and it is
was performed by a group called CALLOWAY.
FYI from da warm fuzzie
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Mon Aug 22 12:32:29 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Typhon@yabbs
Subject: re: Suffer the Massive
Date: Mon Aug 22 12:32:29 1994
Uh Matthew....that was...intense...*hug*
Dee
From Lestat!@yabbs Mon Aug 22 13:13:38 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: poets
Date: Mon Aug 22 13:13:38 1994
so, who does everybody read? I myself read e.e.cummings, yeats, thomas,
eliot, sexton,berryman among others...so, what I want to know is, what do
you read? what are some really good poets?
dylan...
From Lestat!@yabbs Mon Aug 22 13:21:15 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: untitled, unnamed
Date: Mon Aug 22 13:21:15 1994
and only half of my weakness
lies in the placating sense of abandonment
I rely to display
upon my loved ones, a greeting, a calling
a disappointed and vanished arrangement
as the lion roars as I speak and
do look down upon myself in
haste, and then a quiet evening follows
may the dead tree live, and the ocean dry up
all the buckets of ink will not prevail
or in fact do anything
at all.as long as no thought exists in form
then back-lashed horrors roam
evening day blinded realness
blinking eyes desire one sight
and premature lust evacuates, partly
dylan....
this poem shows how I feel when I get angry and then regret the words I
have spoken to my loved ones...the rest is up to you to figure out
From sienna@yabbs Mon Aug 22 13:33:50 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Lestat!@yabbs
Subject: re: poets
Date: Mon Aug 22 13:33:50 1994
Hey dylan I was just forced to read Philip Larkin....eeeeeeek I dont LIKE
him! I also just read a poem by James Merrill called "Charles on Fire"
that I had to write a term paper on for my final in my Contemprary Poetry
Class depicting and detailing waht I thought the APPARANT meaning of it
was....using VALID examples from the poem....*growl*
ANYWAY....
I alos love Sylvia Plath, Emily Dickenson, Edgar Allen Poe, William
Shakespeare, Yeats (yes Nat I do like Billy), Anne Sexton, Elizabeth
Bishop, John Berryman, and a whole host of others. I also love to read
literature...right now I am reading the entire works of Shakespeare, the
Works of Plato and Moby Dick (Yes all at the same time...I was also
reading The Devil in Massachusettes: An Enquiry into the Salem Witch
Trials as well as John Grisham's "The Chamber" but I have finished those
two....)
*hug*
Dee
From Lestat!@yabbs Mon Aug 22 14:33:27 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: <no title>
Date: Mon Aug 22 14:33:27 1994
I'm mixing blasphemy, taking a pill
lie still and eat my remains
the rats eat flesh
good hardy fleshy and chew
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 22 15:01:06 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: need .... to get out
Date: Mon Aug 22 15:01:06 1994
i need to get out of this
i need to get away
i can't go on like this
it's not healthy,
it's not right
what we are doing is not right.
i just cant get up enough strength to tell you.
you thought something was wrong today ......
you were right, there is something wrong ....
the relationship we have is wrong
i cant stay with you
you shouldnt be with me
we shouldn't be together
valerie
its kinda unfinisheed, but i want to get some sort of feedback on it
and i have to wait until there's more in my mind to finish it
From Lestat!@yabbs Mon Aug 22 16:19:06 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: suck
Date: Mon Aug 22 16:19:06 1994
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your friend,
dylan...
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 22 16:44:19 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: Lestat!@yabbs
Subject: re: suck
Date: Mon Aug 22 16:44:19 1994
dylan ....
if you read the post i sent you, i never said that your poetry sucked ...
I SAID I LIKED IT!!!!!!!!!
val *hughs*
=-)
From jujubee@yabbs Mon Aug 22 17:34:45 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Pele@yabbs
Subject: re: Green-tinted
Date: Mon Aug 22 17:34:45 1994
Pele, my dear...it's inevitable that we prick ourselves on the
thorns...some ppl don't learn from their mistakes and prick more often,
tho...
From jujubee@yabbs Mon Aug 22 17:35:55 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Pele@yabbs
Subject: re: Sunset
Date: Mon Aug 22 17:35:55 1994
I liked this one....i didn't read the others because I rarely read
loooong poems...but i like this one..
From jujubee@yabbs Mon Aug 22 17:38:05 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Lestat!@yabbs
Subject: re: poets
Date: Mon Aug 22 17:38:05 1994
I indulge in Emily Dickinson...
From jujubee@yabbs Mon Aug 22 17:39:22 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Lestat!@yabbs
Subject: re: suck
Date: Mon Aug 22 17:39:22 1994
I liked that poem! :)
From Covenant@yabbs Mon Aug 22 18:17:55 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: yabbs!
Date: Mon Aug 22 18:17:55 1994
ahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!
I'm gone for a month or so and yabbs shuts down!!! :( :( :(
damn, i'll be coming home in 2 weeks about the same time yabbs shuts down.
shit. somebody tell me what to do!
unhappily,
Covenant
wbrockle@uceng.uc.edu
From Gwyneth@yabbs Mon Aug 22 19:06:29 1994
From: Gwyneth@yabbs
To: Pele@yabbs
Subject: your poems...
Date: Mon Aug 22 19:06:29 1994
*impressed hug*
i liked them...
miss ya...
From Natalie@yabbs Mon Aug 22 19:54:54 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Lestat!@yabbs
Subject: re: poets
Date: Mon Aug 22 19:54:54 1994
*Ahem* one poet is ALL you need to read.
YEATSYEATSYEATSYEATSYEATSYEATS
and when you get sick of him, go to keats or coleridge...
*grin*
bet you all knew exactly what i was going to say, right?
natalie
:)
From Pele@yabbs Mon Aug 22 22:23:38 1994
From: Pele@yabbs
To: trouble!@yabbs
Subject: re: MetamorphosisII
Date: Mon Aug 22 22:23:38 1994
Thanx a lot! That means a lot to me. :)
From Pele@yabbs Mon Aug 22 22:28:13 1994
From: Pele@yabbs
To: trouble!@yabbs
Subject: re: need .... to get out
Date: Mon Aug 22 22:28:13 1994
Have we talked about my ex-girlfriend dumping me? This poem sounds hauntingly
familiar. I do like it though. :)
From Pele@yabbs Mon Aug 22 22:29:19 1994
From: Pele@yabbs
To: Lestat!@yabbs
Subject: re: suck
Date: Mon Aug 22 22:29:19 1994
I liked your poems until now. :)
From jujubee@yabbs Mon Aug 22 22:29:35 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: poets
Date: Mon Aug 22 22:29:35 1994
Is that (yeets) and (kates) <<<<<-----------pronunciations...hehehhe
*wink* *playfulnudge*
???????????????????????
From jujubee@yabbs Mon Aug 22 22:30:46 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: poets
Date: Mon Aug 22 22:30:46 1994
uuuuuuuuuhhhhhh....is that [yeets] and [kates]???? ??? <-----pronunciations
*playfulnudgeandpoke* *wink*
heheheheh
From Pele@yabbs Mon Aug 22 22:30:52 1994
From: Pele@yabbs
To: Gwyneth@yabbs
Subject: re: your poems...
Date: Mon Aug 22 22:30:52 1994
Thanx for the feedback. I miss you too. :)
From Pele@yabbs Tue Aug 23 00:12:22 1994
From: Pele@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: On Her Wings
Date: Tue Aug 23 00:12:22 1994
The clouds fly by at an awesome rate
Teh pale blue sky seeks to hide my fate
There I lay, save and secure
On her wings, feeling her love so pure
But my wieght begins to tax her might
And she struggles hard to keep aflight
But as the journey grows stronger still
I fear that pain will bend her will
And finally after aeons of strife
after pains and sorrows throughout her life
She shakes me loose so she cool fly
And as I fall I fear I may die
But soon I see, as I descend
That it's not my life that I fear will end.
It's the comfort, the warmth, the security, the love
Of my wonderful lover, My awesome dove.
That she should leave me, my life would cease
Though my heart would beat it would have no peace
And so, I ascend not to burden her again
But to fly beside her until the end
For if she'll love me again, then she'll see
That I'd be happier that I could possibly be
And then one day, a child we'll bring
And together we'll carry him on our wings.
I wrote this for my girlfriend after she dumped me. I've learned to deal
with the fact that we'll never get back together again but i thought it
would be nice to share it with you all before yabbs closed down.
-Pele-
From robtelee@yabbs Tue Aug 23 01:41:05 1994
From: robtelee@yabbs
To: trouble!@yabbs
Subject: re: Historically Significant
Date: Tue Aug 23 01:41:05 1994
Thanks for the input....I do re-enactments too....
From trouble!@yabbs Tue Aug 23 08:31:55 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: Pele@yabbs
Subject: re: need .... to get out
Date: Tue Aug 23 08:31:55 1994
well, its not about someone dumping me ... it's about being in a really
bad reltionship and tyring to find a way out of it and not being able to
cause you're scared of what might hapen if you do get out of it ...
(reltionship = relationship)
From trouble!@yabbs Tue Aug 23 08:33:22 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: Pele@yabbs
Subject: re: On Her Wings
Date: Tue Aug 23 08:33:22 1994
i like that poem ....
its really sweet .....
keep up the good work
=-)
From Jazzy@yabbs Tue Aug 23 09:14:04 1994
From: Jazzy@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: read /i roth
Date: Tue Aug 23 09:14:04 1994
From topi@yabbs Tue Aug 23 09:51:09 1994
From: topi@yabbs
To: Sinner@yabbs
Subject: re: Age
Date: Tue Aug 23 09:51:09 1994
:) I love the end to that. I think its really good, definetally a new
perspective I've never thought about. The start sort of *touched* me too,
because I've been thinking a lot lately, of how much I have changed over
time... not exactly the same kind of feelings you have expressed though.
Thanks for posting , I enjoyed your poem.
(sorry.. this might be a tad late.. from when you originally posted.)
-Cath.
From Pele@yabbs Tue Aug 23 11:02:57 1994
From: Pele@yabbs
To: trouble!@yabbs
Subject: re: On Her Wings
Date: Tue Aug 23 11:02:57 1994
Thanx. Btw. I knew your poem wasn't about being dumped. I was just amazed
at how much the poem sounded like my exgirlfriend when she was dumping me.
-Pele-
From topi@yabbs Wed Aug 24 05:22:26 1994
From: topi@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: someone else
Date: Wed Aug 24 05:22:26 1994
*hug*
-Cath.
From topi@yabbs Wed Aug 24 05:23:38 1994
From: topi@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: shee's back!!!!!
Date: Wed Aug 24 05:23:38 1994
*grin* heh..now THAT is the way to be :)
-Cath.
From topi@yabbs Wed Aug 24 05:34:30 1994
From: topi@yabbs
To: Sinner@yabbs
Subject: re: Dreamer
Date: Wed Aug 24 05:34:30 1994
I love your poetry! I think its great. You're a realist. None of the
others reply because they're all dreamers. They'd rather just ignore what
you say, and try not to comprehend.
Thats not really all I have to say.. I can't quite put it into words...
Write me about it..
-Cath.
From topi@yabbs Wed Aug 24 05:44:52 1994
From: topi@yabbs
To: Typhon@yabbs
Subject: re: The spirit who denies
Date: Wed Aug 24 05:44:52 1994
That was FANTASTIC. Heaps and heaps of emotion expressed in there.
From topi@yabbs Wed Aug 24 06:27:32 1994
From: topi@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: a little country ditty
Date: Wed Aug 24 06:27:32 1994
Yeah, I liked that. its "nice" :)
From topi@yabbs Wed Aug 24 06:32:08 1994
From: topi@yabbs
To: Pele@yabbs
Subject: re: MetamorphosisII
Date: Wed Aug 24 06:32:08 1994
hmm...
*still thinking*
From Covenant@yabbs Wed Aug 24 12:38:25 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: more
Date: Wed Aug 24 12:38:25 1994
well, here's two more. not very good (as if they ever are)
but what the hell :)
From Covenant@yabbs Wed Aug 24 12:40:22 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: all of the time
Date: Wed Aug 24 12:40:22 1994
I fell in love with a girl on a shampoo bottle today.
An off-the-rack beauty but there was something in her eyes.
I do this alot lately, but I've always been this way.
I want to hold her tight and show her she's special.
I fell in love with my mother the first time I heard her voice.
She was talking to me. No one else. Just me.
My father soon followed. I wasn't even in school yet.
The first time I fell asleep on him on the couch.
I fell in love with the earth the first time I walked on her.
Rolling hills, cornfields, and forest streams.
Breathing in electric air and wash away my doubts.
Mud between my toes and rain on my face suits me just fine.
I fell in love with all the girls I met.
On TV, in real life, and in my imagination. (and on yabbs :) )
The Mind of Man has earned my affections also.
His triumph, his masterpiece, his passion.
I looke in the mirror today.
Guess what I saw.
I think it's happened again.
I'm in love.
From Covenant@yabbs Wed Aug 24 12:41:42 1994
From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: mechanics
Date: Wed Aug 24 12:41:42 1994
Close the drapes please.
I don't want anyone to see us like this.
Put on a smile.
It would really mean alot to me.
Come on. Put your arms around me.
That's right. They'll appreciate that.
For God's sake! At least look like you enjoy it.
Think back and capture those old feelings.
Come on. It's not all that bad.
We've still got good friends.
The kids are gone now. We're alone.
What's on TV?
From Typhon@yabbs Wed Aug 24 13:15:05 1994
From: Typhon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Goodbye if this dies
Date: Wed Aug 24 13:15:05 1994
Since I have no idea if I'll ever hear from you all again and I never have
a pen to write your addressed down, heres mine:
mr.9767@acc.rwu.edu
PLEASE keep in touch with me. I like all of you, which is a lot of
emotional investment for me.
Typhon
aka Badger01
aka Bearclaw
aka Aquinas
aka Tempest
aka Matthew Andrew William Thomas Rossi III
From Natalie@yabbs Wed Aug 24 19:54:34 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Covenant@yabbs
Subject: re: mechanics
Date: Wed Aug 24 19:54:34 1994
oh, we love you cove....*hugs* and you'd better write me email...or else!
From sienna@yabbs Wed Aug 24 22:12:32 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Lestat!@yabbs
Subject: re: suck
Date: Wed Aug 24 22:12:32 1994
I dont think that your poetry sucks, Dylan. In fact, I really like the
images...you always make me think. Please dont feel discouraged.
Love,
Sienna da warm fuzzie
aka
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Wed Aug 24 22:14:11 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Pele@yabbs
Subject: re: On Her Wings
Date: Wed Aug 24 22:14:11 1994
B-
I loved it!
*hug*
dee
From sienna@yabbs Wed Aug 24 22:17:02 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: trouble!@yabbs
Subject: re: need .... to get out
Date: Wed Aug 24 22:17:02 1994
Have you lived my life, val?
I was in an abusive relationship where my ex-boyfriend used me as a
punching bag for two years (seems I am always getting beat upon, usually
either physically or emotionally, but recently mentally too wasnt I lucky
*sarcastic tone of voice*?) and it took me forever to finally find the
courage to leave him...even though I stopped letting him victimize me only
recently.
*sigh*
I have all the markings of a confessional poet...move over Sylvia Plath.
-=This Was A Poem=-
*giggle*
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Wed Aug 24 22:18:34 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: topi@yabbs
Subject: re: Dreamer
Date: Wed Aug 24 22:18:34 1994
I dont ignore what Sinner has to say...sometimes the poetry he (?) writes
hurts, but I would much rather have the truth staring at me in the face
than to have my head shoved up my ass.....
*hug* BTW I have missed you!
Love,
Dee
From Pele@yabbs Wed Aug 24 22:33:08 1994
From: Pele@yabbs
To: Covenant@yabbs
Subject: re: all of the time
Date: Wed Aug 24 22:33:08 1994
I like it! I can't say much more than that! I'm in love!!! :)
From Pele@yabbs Wed Aug 24 22:35:10 1994
From: Pele@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: need .... to get out
Date: Wed Aug 24 22:35:10 1994
*HUG* I love you! (And so does Nathan!)
*HUG*
-Pele-
(This is a poem)
From sienna@yabbs Wed Aug 24 22:48:50 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: BlueMax@yabbs
Subject: The Blue Knight
Date: Wed Aug 24 22:48:50 1994
Hi there, my friend. I feel like I owe you a bit of gratitude. *hug* You
really saved my life, hon and I will NEVER forget you for what you have
done for me. I love you, lil brother! <G>
The Blue Knight
---------------
The fire set behind the mountain
The indigo blanket had fallen
On a world of darkness inside a silver box
A cold silver box....
Where life drains and the sword cuts.
Earlier in the day,
I perched upon a crag upon the clifff
As the sounds from the ending day
Floated upon my ear
I was deaf to those sounds...
Blind in the antiquity of the culture.
As I sat upon the bluff
Above a sea misty with fog not yet burned
Off by the midday sun
I was given an apocalyptic sign
The Mage from the Medes and Persia
Proclaimed the event.
High above the sea turbulent with the past
There was a lone hawk flying
Looking for innocence upon which to sup
It was then that the premonition of death
Surrounded my heart and turned it cold.
Like stone from the altar...
The sacrifice had already been made.
Only I did not know it yet.
Upon arrival in the Dark Temple
I pulled my cloak around me
Determined to finish the voyage which I
Had neither the courage nor will to end
Alone.....I became bathed in scarlet
I became one with darkness...
I heard Sleep calling out to me,
Murmuring the sweet lulluby of promised peace
Of promised loved
Of promised protection.
I gladly held out my arms
To embrace Her...
But out of the impendent sleep
Came a voice so sweet and pure
Which saved me from the clutches of banal existence
Through kindness and chivalry
Through friendship.....
Through genuineness and honor
And it was a new vision
A new light, shining upon the mountain
Dressing me in robes of white
Replacing the shroud of scarlet
From the pain and hopelessness
Rode the Blue Knight.
Drew:
You know EXACTLY why this was written and I am sure that oyu know EXACTLY
what it means....all of those who do not, let me tell you this: take stock
of the people in your life. NEVER take your friends and loved ones for
granted. We are on this earth but for a moment....and when our time has
ended, we will not want to look back and say "I wish that I could do it
all over."
I can say one thing for certain: If you find just one true friend in your
lifetime, you are indeed lucky. Drew, thank you for being my friend.
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Wed Aug 24 23:02:54 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: re: The Blue Knight
Date: Wed Aug 24 23:02:54 1994
That was a rough draft...I just sat down here on the keyboard and started
typing.....
Let me know what you all think....I know it needs work.
*hugs*
Dee
From 'Drew@yabbs Thu Aug 25 04:14:26 1994
From: 'Drew@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: The Blue Knight
Date: Thu Aug 25 04:14:26 1994
...Wow is all I can say sis...
Even if I did'nt kow you (heaven forbid) I find this last VERY
ou standing...
^^^ out...
I am at a loos for words more sow now than any time afore...
*sits back and say's wow*
'Drew...
From Pele@yabbs Thu Aug 25 05:04:09 1994
From: Pele@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: The Blue Knight
Date: Thu Aug 25 05:04:09 1994
Deana,
That was a very moving poem. And believe me dear. No poem that comes
from the heart needs work. YOu spoke from your heart and that is the
sign of a true poet. I loved it!
*HUG*
-Pele-
From Pele@yabbs Thu Aug 25 05:13:23 1994
From: Pele@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Her Eyes
Date: Thu Aug 25 05:13:23 1994
This is probably my last poem before yabbs goes down. I guess someone up
there is telling me politely to keep my day job :) For those of you who
are wondering who this "She" is. Her name is Iris and we were together for
almost 4 years before we broke up. Sometimes I'm bitter about it and
sometimes I just plain miss her. I thought I would like to share this one
with you, my friends.
HER EYES
--------
The midnight waters were dark and mysterious
The light from the moon reflected off it's midsts
In so many ways they were almost devious
Like the vicious black-widow's kiss.
They lapped the white sand shore
And at the center of the murky brine
Lay not only beauty, but so much more
There lay the wisdom gained by finely aged wine
And from the sea runs a stream
So crystal clear and pure
That reflects a powerful beam
Whose light I can't endure
And as I look on into that sea
That dark mysterious mist
It stares blankly back at me
And with a smile, dilvers its kiss.
Thanx for reading. It's been a great year and I'll miss all of you.
*HUGSTOALL*
-Pele-
From Deluge@yabbs Thu Aug 25 08:44:50 1994
From: Deluge@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: need .... to get out
Date: Thu Aug 25 08:44:50 1994
I see myself as a male Frances farmer.
From Typhon@yabbs Thu Aug 25 10:24:31 1994
From: Typhon@yabbs
To: Covenant@yabbs
Subject: re: all of the time
Date: Thu Aug 25 10:24:31 1994
Pretty good..Imagery a little weak (You all say you want criticism) but
definitely worth the work...I liked it.
Typhon the Terse
From sienna@yabbs Thu Aug 25 11:51:12 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: 'Drew@yabbs
Subject: re: The Blue Knight
Date: Thu Aug 25 11:51:12 1994
I am certainly glad that you liked it!
Have I told you I love ya?
Well, I do!
*huggles*
Love from da Sis(tahs)
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Thu Aug 25 11:53:44 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Pele@yabbs
Subject: re: The Blue Knight
Date: Thu Aug 25 11:53:44 1994
Thanks sweetie...if it weren't for Drew I would be having breakfast with
Jesus right now (I mean that in an un-blasphemous kinda way).
*hugs*
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Thu Aug 25 11:57:32 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Pele@yabbs
Subject: re: Her Eyes
Date: Thu Aug 25 11:57:32 1994
Pele,
That was beautiful, B.
*hug*
Love,
Dee
P.S. Nathan called this morning and sends his regards! (Isnt he the
greatest?)
P.S. ok ok I am bit partial!
Love,
Dee
From Lestat!@yabbs Thu Aug 25 12:58:57 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: hmm...
Date: Thu Aug 25 12:58:57 1994
_________
minute, divided colorless. soul
dreamt horrid dream
spent sweaty cover night, impeccable light
wrecked, and to the point
he said. blind has speak, in heat parade
the starry whore
maybe a chase, I face
in disguise, absolute colorful time
making of a good poem, try again
and traced terrain, mask purple
shaded. the wreck of anne, silent
making of a good poet
naked, nakedness tried over
is the air stifled, eyelids covered
maybe closed
_________
what do you think? critiscism welcome, praise more so....
I just read Rilkes "Letters to a young poet, and they were damn good
John Berryman, Lowell, Anne Sexton
mmm...
dylan.....
From Lestat!@yabbs Thu Aug 25 13:32:09 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: searching
Date: Thu Aug 25 13:32:09 1994
do you ever really feel positive about having a unique voice? God, I'm
never going to find mine...
Yeats is the man...
"The purpose of rythm, it has always seemed to me, is to prolong the
moment of contemplation, the moment when we are both asleepand awake,
which is the one moment of creation, by hushing us withan alluring
monotony, while it holds us by waking variety, to keep us in that state of
perhaps real trance, in which the mind liberated from the pressure of the
will is unfolded in symbols. If certain sensitive persons listen
persistently to the ticking of a watch, or gaze persistently on the
monotonous flashing of a light, they fall into hypnotic trance: and rythm
is but the ticking of a watch made softer, that one must needs listen, and
various, that one may not be swept beyond memory or grow weary of
listening: while the patterns of the artist are but the monotonous flash
wove to take the eyes in a subtle enchantment." _to be continued
dylan.....
From Lestat!@yabbs Thu Aug 25 13:40:17 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: placenta grievance
Date: Thu Aug 25 13:40:17 1994
The placenta grievance
tortured soul in an endless purgatory
the Gates of hell open to reveal a familar sight
open wide, pass throughand smell the wiff of sulphur...
tigh, round, and to the point
very nice, on a sunday afternoon
it's only your mother
only the driven woman
The bitch from hell, to put it lightly
spacial frequencies
pyromaniac on a distant pyre
I remember the day when she gave me life
when she tore me down, when she lept
gracefully out of the
wedding cake
and deigned to dance with me
and sat upon the tree limb and broke down in tears
tears of blood of anguish
made hard by the fact that
I tried and failed
I am a failure
To protest and dismay and start the roaring fire again
the crow speaks in a different tongue
on the day of judgement
I ned some feedback, brothers and sisters, this here poem ain't goin
nowhere...
dylan....
From Megabite@yabbs Thu Aug 25 13:50:16 1994
From: Megabite@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: re: placenta grievance
Date: Thu Aug 25 13:50:16 1994
revised, a bit:
The placenta grievance
the tortured soul in endless purgatory . Gates of hell open to reveal
a familar sight
open wide, pass through and smell the wiff of sulphur...
tight, round, and to the point
very nice,
on a sunday afternoon
it's only your mother
only the driven woman
The bitch from hell, to put it lightly
pyromaniac on a distant pyre
I remember the day when she gave me life
when she tore me down, when she lept
gracefully out of the
wedding cake
and deigned to dance with me
and sat upon the tree limb and broke down in tears
tears of self pity
made hard by the fact
I tried and failed
I am a failure
To protest in dismay and start the roaring fire
the crow speaks in a different tongue
on the day of judgement
dylan....
From Megabite@yabbs Thu Aug 25 13:55:44 1994
From: Megabite@yabbs
To: nobody@yabbs
Subject: isn't
Date: Thu Aug 25 13:55:44 1994
isn't anybody sick of poems about love and death? but, then again, what
else is there....
list of ideas:
hAtred
sickness
disease
poverty
murder
sex
dreams
nature imitating art
terror
repressed memories
and the list goes on and on and on...
dylan....
From Megabite@yabbs Thu Aug 25 14:10:19 1994
From: Megabite@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: newpoem
Date: Thu Aug 25 14:10:19 1994
__________
Im gonna cry,
why the hell am I gonna cry
maybe I hate myself, or hate my world
I want to die
and Im gonna kill myself, or die trying
I cant stand myself, I cant
stand myself at all
Im ugly and stupid
and now I will die, or
die trying, if I could scream
I would, but my throat is
blocked by my sadness
and its like
black swirls of tar on my ice-cream
not good, bad and
I am evil, I will
never be good, I hate myself
and I will die
or die trying, help me
because Im alone
and I need, Im stupid
someone who doesnt
hate me like I hate myself, and maybe
if it isnt to much
someone who loves me
please, because, anymore
of this unbearable pain
and I will die
or die trying
______
dylan.....
From Megabite@yabbs Thu Aug 25 14:21:16 1994
From: Megabite@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Megabite=Lestat!
Date: Thu Aug 25 14:21:16 1994
From Typhon@yabbs Thu Aug 25 14:25:26 1994
From: Typhon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Made of Fire
Date: Thu Aug 25 14:25:26 1994
Watch and learn
The inside spills out of the rips her voice just made
I watch detatched as
I fall out my chest in yelloglistening stream
Ropes and coiling flesh
WHY
I do it is beyond me
When I slam into the ground I get back up
Burn the shit from my stickybrown wings
and try again
Cast out
My feelings are inaccurtate
They find the one whose found someone else
And point me in that direction
To break my haft on the stones
and trail the blood down the sand
Redflash the skies alight the burn the never ending death the scream
I can't make you hear
I can't speak the trith
You just will never feel
The way I do
When I love you
A maggot
Woremling
Serpent with my tongue forking the air blue white strikes
Lone and Alone and Lonely
They cast me out and I feel that when I fell
I became one with you
I love you all
Why else would I try to fill my hell with you?
That's my attempt to write a love poem.
Typhon
From HC@yabbs Thu Aug 25 17:17:41 1994
From: HC@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Dreams
Date: Thu Aug 25 17:17:41 1994
***
Title: Dreams
Author: HCoyote
Her love is endless
Her mysterious nature
My curiousity
Thriving on it
OUr love for each other
Is without bounds
My explorations of her mind
Yield many fruitful treasures
Those treasures are her thoughts and memories
And those thoughts are of me
Those memories are of us
Our minds unseperable
Thinking, feeling, living, loving
Each others dreams
Fulfilling each others wishes
Of just being together.
Copyright 1994 Howling Coyote
This poem was writtien for my love :)
*kiss and hugs*
From HC@yabbs Thu Aug 25 17:22:09 1994
From: HC@yabbs
To: HC@yabbs
Subject: Night
Date: Thu Aug 25 17:22:09 1994
*
Title: Night
Author: HCoyote
Enter the night
Welcome to my kingdom
Sanity is unheard of
Chaos, the friend of all
The coyotes and wolves come out to play
Brothers until the death
The cries of the pack
As they revel in their anarchistic ways.
Tread lightly and step fast
My friend.
Heed my warnings
Initiation into the pack will commence
So exit the darkness while you can!
Copyright 1994 Howling Coyote
All critiques welcome :)
From Lestat!@yabbs Thu Aug 25 17:26:01 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: hmmm
Date: Thu Aug 25 17:26:01 1994
a sappy love poem...
the silent dusty air sorrounds me, and I fall
into the spell never broke and dispirited
as the wave on high noon with lovers feet
and red lips praise my love and I
gaze into the sea with mystical heart and soul
soared naked among trees and sharp crisp air
played in her hair as water
cold clean like love seen
and I loved her more as my goddess took to the air
and I watched her limbs as smooth
as silk and white as ivory with lust
and cried my lungs in heat
dylan....
From Natalie@yabbs Thu Aug 25 17:42:14 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Lestat!@yabbs
Subject: re: searching
Date: Thu Aug 25 17:42:14 1994
I HAVE MADE A CONVERT!!!!!!!!!
YEATSYEATSYEATSYEATSYEATS!!!!!
natalie
who has a bit of a one track mind when it comes to ol' monkey balls...
From Natalie@yabbs Thu Aug 25 17:44:17 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Megabite@yabbs
Subject: re: placenta grievance
Date: Thu Aug 25 17:44:17 1994
um.....the only thing that i really didn't like (ie, thought was out of
place), was the line, 'the bitch from hell, to put it lightly'. that's a
bit of an overused phrase, not quite a cliche, but _I_ don't find it very
poetic...
natalie
From Pele@yabbs Thu Aug 25 18:02:48 1994
From: Pele@yabbs
To: Megabite@yabbs
Subject: re: newpoem
Date: Thu Aug 25 18:02:48 1994
Could you possibly be a little more negative? I need extra depression in
my life. :)
From Pele@yabbs Thu Aug 25 18:03:55 1994
From: Pele@yabbs
To: Typhon@yabbs
Subject: re: Made of Fire
Date: Thu Aug 25 18:03:55 1994
A love poem? Cool! :)
From Deluge@yabbs Fri Aug 26 08:36:00 1994
From: Deluge@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: attempt
Date: Fri Aug 26 08:36:00 1994
ok,heres my only poetry-like thingy..hope you like it :)
I always feel a need to explain myself
like no other mortal would do
I cant take a dive
because my buddy would too
charlie brown was impotent
it makes me feelall-right
as I think about this scumlife, I am filled with angst
sorrow for those who are sorrowless
anxiety forwhat I havent done
come with me to my schitzophrenia filled existence
we can feast on xanax together
Da 'Luge
e honest..whaddya think?
be, even :)
From Pele@yabbs Fri Aug 26 08:56:37 1994
From: Pele@yabbs
To: Deluge@yabbs
Subject: re: attempt
Date: Fri Aug 26 08:56:37 1994
Uhhhh...I don't know what to say. It's definitely different. But I admire
that in anyone. I wish I understood it. But I guess I'd have to read it
a few more times. :)
From Typhon@yabbs Fri Aug 26 10:14:41 1994
From: Typhon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Writhe
Date: Fri Aug 26 10:14:41 1994
Here in the center
Ashes paint the faces pallid from the sun's contempt
Here in my kind kingdom
Where rot ripplespreads in red rings up your squirming skin
Here where it didn'tr hold
Is where I rule
And laugh my devirsh laugh while dropsy black pours on me
from rusty nozzles
and covers me in flame
Spread the word
God is here
Spread the word
Watching the End
On every road I set my warning
Bodies of my beloved ones impaled on Telephone poles
Twisting stickfigure children undreneath the tank treads
Snapping bone
Pulping meat
Flies thicker than light in the air
Black on my skin it pours
As the torches fly
Spread the Word
Never Rest
Spread the Word
Even in Death
Looking our lives out on the road to the Fifth Age
on the deathfed green of Titchit'lan
Spinning the shivadance wreathed in the embrace of the flames
Catarcts spreading over the babies blue eyes
Milk infected
Air befouled
The smll so sweet it blocks your nostrils up
Burning
Dance till your skull shows through
Blow a little kiss
and blow the candles out
Will the last person to die please write the apology note?
................................
Pele said he wanted Negativity...I provide.
Grimmer ones to follow.
Typhon
From Lestat!@yabbs Fri Aug 26 12:59:12 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Seeya!
Date: Fri Aug 26 12:59:12 1994
see ya, all you crazy poets! I probably wn't be on anymore...
*wave* bye
From topi@yabbs Sat Aug 27 07:24:49 1994
From: topi@yabbs
To: Lestat!@yabbs
Subject: re: suck
Date: Sat Aug 27 07:24:49 1994
*grin* now THAT was some piece of art :) heh.
-Cath.
From topi@yabbs Sat Aug 27 07:39:17 1994
From: topi@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: The Blue Knight
Date: Sat Aug 27 07:39:17 1994
I thought that was great! :) I can only imagine what it was all about.
Its great to know that you have some great friends around you. *hugs*
-Cath.
P.S. Missed you too.
From Sinner@yabbs Sun Aug 28 16:16:41 1994
From: Sinner@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Final attempt
Date: Sun Aug 28 16:16:41 1994
since this place is going down, I will post one final message
not much good... but a last chance to release pent up anger :)
He looks over his casket
Sees his pale corpse, now so lifeless
Everyone around him mourning their loss
He has failed them, but he could not live on
Drugs and drink could not heal his pain
He was never good enough for them....
The seeming eternal nightmare, ends with a blade
Oh well, its not much good... but it is how *I* feel...
From Pele@yabbs Sun Aug 28 16:24:20 1994
From: Pele@yabbs
To: Sinner@yabbs
Subject: re: Final attempt
Date: Sun Aug 28 16:24:20 1994
If it's how you feel, then it's excellent! Keep up the great work, my
friend. With or without yabbs! :)
From pbj@yabbs Sun Aug 28 18:37:59 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: poetry book
Date: Sun Aug 28 18:37:59 1994
okie dokie people...here's the deal i have been contemplating this for
some time and i am finally going to do it...i am compliing a book of yabbs
poetry from the stuf posted on this base.....if you would like a copy
please email me your snail mail address tkryan@ais.net or it might be
tkryan@eagle.ais.net i'm not sure which though
it will be chronological and include only poetry and no comments...
there will be an index of first lines, poet(ess), title, message number,
and other such stuff....
i will have to make it be about 5 bucks or so to help cover paper cost and
postage...my best friend will prolly do the cover art he is a really
great up and coming artist and it should turn out pretty cool
well folks lemme know....
pbj
mirrors
aweburning
colleen marie
P.S. no tammie this is not a poem and your kwel surprise is coming soon
kwel=kewl
From jujubee@yabbs Sun Aug 28 18:38:25 1994
From: jujubee@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: re: Final attempt
Date: Sun Aug 28 18:38:25 1994
READ THE POST #1505 ON SOCIAL MISFITS, PPL!!!
MUY IMPORTANTE!!!
From paradox@yabbs Mon Aug 29 02:56:02 1994
From: paradox@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: "Pond"
Date: Mon Aug 29 02:56:02 1994
Solitary rock
Hole in middle
Water cascading down the sides
Algae grown underneath
No goal in life
Just sits there and watches from below
Vines that grow there and here
Surrounding the trees out of fear
Trees climb to the sky
Green leaves waving as they go by
Although it's strange you can't deny
That these trees have learned to fly
away
Ripples in water alter landscape
Trees are bent and out of place
Flying dragons come and go
Bugs scatter across the top
Leaves strewn
across
the
shore
Clouds skim across the sky
Greeting fellow passers-by
Woman and child wander through
They just come to admire the view
An elder couple on the bench
As they watch, their hands are clenched
Beautiful day it is.
-'Dox-
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 29 09:30:55 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: Covenant@yabbs
Subject: re: all of the time
Date: Mon Aug 29 09:30:55 1994
i like it!!!
(yes, i am reading these a little late, but i didnt know it was back up
last week)
*you know who*
=-)
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 29 09:37:48 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: need .... to get out
Date: Mon Aug 29 09:37:48 1994
dee....
well, see, i'm in a really bad relationship ... i'm seeing a guy who
already had a girlfriend before i bacmef friends with him (was friends
with her too before mike came along) (bacmef = became (geez, i think i'm
dyslexic or sumthing)and i'm trying to get out, but trying to talk to him
is really not working, tho, cause every time i see i him i lose my nreve,
even though i've tried writing hima letter .. which i mailed but he cant
find and even trying to write him another one, but i lost it ... i guess i
just have to get up enuf nerve the nexzt time i see him to tewll him ...
hopefully it will be sooner than later
*hugs to da warm fuzzie*
val
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 29 09:39:57 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: The Blue Knight
Date: Mon Aug 29 09:39:57 1994
i LOVe 6that poem!!
its sounds like soemthing i worte for two fo my bestest friends in the
whole world ... i dont know what i would have done without them this past
year and a half!!
hugs,
val
=-)
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 29 09:41:27 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: Pele@yabbs
Subject: re: Her Eyes
Date: Mon Aug 29 09:41:27 1994
pele ...
you told dee that true poetry comes from the heasrt and thats where yours
sounds like it comes from
8hugs* (8 = *)
val
=-)
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 29 09:44:31 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: Megabite@yabbs
Subject: re: newpoem
Date: Mon Aug 29 09:44:31 1994
*HUGS*
it sounds like someone or something hurt you really bad ....nobody and
nothing is worth killing yourself (i'm actually hoping that these are only
words and not thoughts in your head)
if you ever n4eed to talk, i've got plenty of shoulders to lean on)
*hugs*
val
=-)
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 29 09:47:18 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: HC@yabbs
Subject: re: Dreams
Date: Mon Aug 29 09:47:18 1994
beautiful pome
poem even *grin*
hugs,
Valerie
aka Trouble!/TedeBere
=-)
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 29 09:51:11 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: paradox@yabbs
Subject: re: "Pond"
Date: Mon Aug 29 09:51:11 1994
i like it!!!
=-)
val
From Typhon@yabbs Mon Aug 29 11:06:30 1994
From: Typhon@yabbs
To: trouble!@yabbs
Subject: re: need .... to get out
Date: Mon Aug 29 11:06:30 1994
Do yo want his arms torn off? I'm available.
Seriously, Tough it out. It'll be cool...and even heartache is good
material, right?
Typhon the Destroyer
I will tear his arms off if you wat...
From Typhon@yabbs Mon Aug 29 11:12:52 1994
From: Typhon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Plummet
Date: Mon Aug 29 11:12:52 1994
Scream the voicebox severed the children wail the tide
Rushes azure hammering the shore I don't mind
The annihilating wait it burns the needs alive
I don't mind to die
Truth is a tissue barrier the ride of perceptions hide
Leathery and sticks between my teeth I feed but no one
Hears me tell the tale of when I was yound and the sky above was
Framing the world in grey and I stood on top of teh green grey
Shingles of my roof and stretched out my arms to greet the sky and
When I fell the silent snap of bone and thwuck of mud underneath
and I smiled
I don't mind to die
When I told her the thing that razed my brain and reduced me to the puppet
of forces that drove my sould onto the shoals I saw the sky turn onyx and
I reached out to gently touch it in my pallid hands and she told me that
we were just friends and I dropped from the peak and my soul exploded
against the ground and spread out like carnelian dreams
I smiled and proceeded to die
And I don't mind the lie
Don't know what you'd call that....
Typhonb
From Typhon@yabbs Mon Aug 29 11:16:42 1994
From: Typhon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Walls
Date: Mon Aug 29 11:16:42 1994
Behind this wall is a piece
of Cheese
Or maybe of platitudes served up warm and inviting
Smothered in mushrooms and gravy
Or maybe someone who'll love this maggot host body and
accept my flaws
All I have to do is het around this wall befor that distant figure
With eyes of fire and a glinting stopwatch decides
The next rat is better than me
The problem is that Gordius tied the damn knots here
and I can't see clear to untie them
And my little pink paws don't hae the strength to slip the silk
out of the tightening strands and I can chew at it but my
Pink eyes are too far spaced to get a good look and then
The test is over
And I get sent back to start over again
Typhon
From Typhon@yabbs Mon Aug 29 11:22:39 1994
From: Typhon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Prudence
Date: Mon Aug 29 11:22:39 1994
The grass is everywhere: The ticks live in it, so check your legs for
them when you come back in, or you might end up with the pink and red
rings that will tell everyone you've got Lyme's: And that's something only
a hick would get.
They'll judge you with their empty smiles
Accuse you with their vacant stares
Be where the wind is rising up the twitching hill and watch the sk paint
the sky red and wonder where the sun sleeps and why,
And you'll never know that you are less than they are,
That you are poor and deserve to be so,
That you smell funny and dress in used clothes.
They'll tell you that you aren'tr as good as they are if you want,but when
the deer stare at you from just up the hill,
Or you leap into the air on the back of your dirtbike and eat the sun,
And when you see the sky come to life at night a million eyes of fire,
You won't mind.
Typhon
From Typhon@yabbs Mon Aug 29 11:27:05 1994
From: Typhon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Death Mother
Date: Mon Aug 29 11:27:05 1994
Head lolling to the side
Teeth tight and yellow a grin of mirthless night
Eyes vacant and empty brown-yellow red lined
Blood gonbe from the skin
You never forget your mother's face the day that it dies
Brown hair she frosted matted with sweat and stuck high
up on the top of her head as you lift her a doll or baby
Carried around the house and bellowing you try to get a smile,
a frown, a cough, something to give the image lie
To smash the yellowing mask of dark that's settled in her eyes
The silk housedress she wears to bed rough on your hands,
The air seems to burn, the phone off the hook you replacve
Vracked yellow plastic you punch the numbers
and wait for them to come
As the greywhite dust swirls in the new sunlight and curses the morning
Typhon
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 29 11:53:19 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: Typhon@yabbs
Subject: re: need .... to get out
Date: Mon Aug 29 11:53:19 1994
*hug* dee is right, you ARE a sweetie ...
thank you for offering, but i think for right now, i have to try and
handle things myself ... if it doesnt work, then i will ask for help
it is somewhat my fault too, but it is also his fault because he knew what
he was getting into and knew Marcie (his girlfriend and my ex-friend)
didnt like it, but went on with it anyways, i would love to just stay
friends with him, but now that i'm thinking abouyt it, i dont think that5
it is poosible, but i have to do a little bit more thinking on that
subject ... i guess i will try to stay friends with him until he
graduates, and then we will see what happens after that *sigh* i'm
basically at the point where i dont know what to do at all other than
writing letters and trying my damnedest to try and talk to him about it
when i have a little bit of nerve.
*from someone who is glad to have found some great friends on here*
*hugs to all of you*
val
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 29 11:57:03 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: Typhon@yabbs
Subject: re: Plummet
Date: Mon Aug 29 11:57:03 1994
i would call it a creative way of putting the hurt you felt at being
rejected by someone that you love, but didnt love you
*from someone who has regretfully done it to one person and glad she did
it to another and has also been there too*
hugs,
val
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 29 11:57:53 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: Typhon@yabbs
Subject: re: Prudence
Date: Mon Aug 29 11:57:53 1994
i like it!!1
me =)
From trouble!@yabbs Mon Aug 29 12:28:49 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Wishing I Could Tell You
Date: Mon Aug 29 12:28:49 1994
There are so many things I wish I could tell you.
It's not easy being around you these days.
Somethimes it's really easy to talk to you and
Other times trying to hold a conversation wiht you is impossible
"I'm sorry I don't know what to say"
"I'm bored"
"I'll call you back"
"I'll call you"
I'm so sick and tired of hearing those words.
I know you are a busy person, so am I, but
I try to make time for those that I care about.
Nedd to talk - but when??
(need even)
Everything out in the open - NOT!
Going crazy with the silence
Let's find time to talk
Each one listening to the other
Caring - i guess it's there somewhere
Try to be more understanding - I try, but it isnt always easy
Why is it that these days in order for me to talk to you, *I'm* the one
who has to do the calling??
I hardly ever get a phone call from you, and when I do if i havent called
you, it's "where have you been?"
Funny, I should be asking the same question.
Questions, now there's a new thought.
I have so many unanswered ones and to voice them takes a lot of energy out
of me.
these days,if I could sleep for 214 hours, I would
I cry myself to sleep because of all the feelings inside.
(24 even)
Sometimes I don't know how I
Can see things getting
Any better between us.
Right now, things look as though they can only get worse
Everything turned upside-down inside and I
Don't know what to do anymore.
can't you help me please?
Why can't we work things out??
I can't go on like this anymore
Can't you help me please??
I worte this a few months ago ... it's basically going otu to the same guy
(*who will never read this cause he isnt on here*) that the other one went
to ....
comments?? criticism???
you kow who i am .....
From pbj@yabbs Mon Aug 29 22:08:02 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: prayer for rain
Date: Mon Aug 29 22:08:02 1994
well i wrote this one during the first thunderstrom of the season back in
april..and i just refound it tooday...here goes...
finally it has come
the release of pent up rain
falling
drenching every recess of
my body
through the winter it has waited
for the days of hot humidity
fire cracking across the sky
blinding white light
the drone of the rain i can no longer hear
through the roof
only droplets on the window pane
-mirrors
(c) aweburning
From pbj@yabbs Mon Aug 29 22:14:43 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: another one i found
Date: Mon Aug 29 22:14:43 1994
clean and warm
once again content
i listen to music
unfamiliar
and your face
will not leave
my eyes
a jacket borrowed
a code broken
the chill dissapaited
by blackened leather
cryptic conversation
known only to the two
quizzical looks
replaced by feigned
realization
the cards reading
true in a different way
than was thought
at first glance
another bond shattered
-mirrors
(c) 1994 aweburning
From Pele@yabbs Mon Aug 29 23:17:44 1994
From: Pele@yabbs
To: trouble!@yabbs
Subject: re: Her Eyes
Date: Mon Aug 29 23:17:44 1994
Thanx you're right. My poetry comes from the heart. (Broken but from the
heart). Thanx
-Pele-
From Artemis@yabbs Tue Aug 30 05:10:58 1994
From: Artemis@yabbs
To: paradox@yabbs
Subject: youpoem
Date: Tue Aug 30 05:10:58 1994
I really loved youroem. *hug* I hope to see more sometime soon.
With all my love,
Lolly
*hugs*
*kisses*
From Artemis@yabbs Tue Aug 30 05:11:54 1994
From: Artemis@yabbs
To: Artemis@yabbs
Subject: re: youpoem
Date: Tue Aug 30 05:11:54 1994
that was I loved your poem. Stupid line noise. :)
From Lestat!@yabbs Tue Aug 30 13:09:43 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: zyco
Date: Tue Aug 30 13:09:43 1994
milky saphire morning, I glance
in a trance, following a wispy frail dream
half closed eyes, in pain and hesitation, I know not when
it will begain, my dreamscape
and with delicate veined fingers and charred hands
a slight
trailing
spider web
blackened blood runs thick, and gleaming chest
thrust forth proudly, a phallic delight
manic and despairing and running, a half liason
fire,spirit
dreamed of dionysus
and pierced with cold
and the dead walk alive
a madnesss sets in, eating
all of us alive, alive corpse
____
forot to spell check the thing...oh well
dylan.....
From Natalie@yabbs Tue Aug 30 13:13:17 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Lestat!@yabbs
Subject: re: zyco
Date: Tue Aug 30 13:13:17 1994
oh, i like it...especially the structure. i like messing with things like
that...spaces between words, indentations, dropping lines...like in
yeats's 'leda and the swan', hardly anyone realizes that it's a sonnet
because he breaks a line in half and drops it...
but poems that are pictures? CRAP!!!
natalie
From Lestat!@yabbs Tue Aug 30 13:18:55 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: zyco
Date: Tue Aug 30 13:18:55 1994
thank you. my your a fast responder. I like messin with structure, it's
fun.It's like playing with logos or somehting. I like the eecummings does
some of his stuff. my, your a yeats fanatic. just tell me why he's so good
anyway, huh???...
dylan...
From Megabite@yabbs Tue Aug 30 13:31:31 1994
From: Megabite@yabbs
To: Megabite@yabbs
Subject: Megabite
Date: Tue Aug 30 13:31:31 1994
acid dreams
_____
trickling self morbid tie
and I want to die
and I want to fly
so, so high
my mother ate me, and I took
a pill and went to sleep
and when it all stopped
the green lizard popped
_____
1
dylan...
From Megabite@yabbs Tue Aug 30 13:34:08 1994
From: Megabite@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: acid dream2
Date: Tue Aug 30 13:34:08 1994
_____
I broke my tongue over the
backseat of my car
and ate it, and traveled
far
into the night, my liquid love dined
on my roast leg
august
my birthday child, lice
and all that the end
and the beginning
I tried
you see
it all begins with me
______
2
dylan.....
From trouble!@yabbs Tue Aug 30 15:22:53 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: Megabite@yabbs
Subject: dream 1 and 2
Date: Tue Aug 30 15:22:53 1994
dylan .....
i like your 2 poems ... really good
talk to you laters!!
=-)
val
From Lestat!@yabbs Tue Aug 30 16:01:20 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: acid dream3
Date: Tue Aug 30 16:01:20 1994
____
miles and the wind flows
it goes
away, into the sun
and it has begun, like a dead animal
rising, into the air dead there.
my innerchild retches painful
the girl speaks in tongues
love never to
is able last
and the night air closes around me again
my friend, in the end
as always
_____
3
dylan....
From Lestat!@yabbs Tue Aug 30 16:12:04 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: acid dream4
Date: Tue Aug 30 16:12:04 1994
memory delving into soul
I have nowhere
nowhere to go asleep
my bloody family ties and rape
began and flowed
in
great circuits, and I tasted fear
as fear is alive
and lovely, beautiful
a dank plasma guard, a womb died
and stank of rotting life
as america lives
off corpses
I see the hole, sweaty
and I leech my way
to the surface
_____
4
dylan....
From Lestat!@yabbs Tue Aug 30 16:25:00 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: trouble!@yabbs
Subject: re: dream 1 and 2
Date: Tue Aug 30 16:25:00 1994
thankz, I'm just tryin out a new form that I realy like
I am into expanding my mind, haha, I'm just trying to make the forms more
impactual, I wanna make people remember or think or feel or something
thats what poetry is about anyway, isn't it? do I make any sense?
I'm going crazy...
anyway talk to to ya later,
dylan..............
From trouble!@yabbs Tue Aug 30 16:44:47 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: Lestat!@yabbs
Subject: re: acid dream4
Date: Tue Aug 30 16:44:47 1994
how many acid dreams are there dylan???
i like tham all
val
From Megabite@yabbs Tue Aug 30 16:49:13 1994
From: Megabite@yabbs
To: trouble!@yabbs
Subject: re: acid dream4
Date: Tue Aug 30 16:49:13 1994
alot, thankz
*hug*
dylan....
From Natalie@yabbs Tue Aug 30 16:50:38 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Lestat!@yabbs
Subject: re: zyco
Date: Tue Aug 30 16:50:38 1994
hmmm...why i think yeats is greeat...well, he has a wonderful sense of
language, it makes me have chills, um, i like whathe wrote about (most of
the time), i don't know, i just like him...i can read 'the second coming'
over and over again w/o ever getting bored, i find something new in it
everytime...
natalie
From Megabite@yabbs Tue Aug 30 16:51:35 1994
From: Megabite@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: re: zyco
Date: Tue Aug 30 16:51:35 1994
yeats, keats, whats the difference....haha, just kidding
dylan.......
From Lestat!@yabbs Tue Aug 30 17:11:59 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: 5
Date: Tue Aug 30 17:11:59 1994
_____
dreamt another dream, I said
a blind aching dream, tasting
the first and last
night
and I tried to seek my goddess
dust sex and myself
a pulsating bird
she ate the poison and made
a red cry forth
and we all know the limitations
_______
5
dylan........
From Natalie@yabbs Tue Aug 30 20:53:16 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: Megabite@yabbs
Subject: re: zyco
Date: Tue Aug 30 20:53:16 1994
don't make me have to kill you.
natalie
:)
From Typhon@yabbs Wed Aug 31 11:28:25 1994
From: Typhon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Godman
Date: Wed Aug 31 11:28:25 1994
Risng up from where I die everyday
Emerald sapphire fire bubbling in my veins
Bursting through my eyes Azure holes of hell in my face
Watching the sheep low by I screech my cackling hello
And burn them to ash blown gently on the wind
I'll kill it all
I'll take it all shrieking with me
There's no point in letting it live
You can't comfort me
Nothing can lessen this thing scratching away at my head
Hear him chitter? He wants out
So he can bite you.
Watch them die in my mind as I sit here and type this.
That's just something that occured to me
Typhon the Used Surfer
From GPF@yabbs Wed Aug 31 11:39:31 1994
From: GPF@yabbs
To: Typhon@yabbs
Subject: re: Godman
Date: Wed Aug 31 11:39:31 1994
In message Godman, Typhon said:
[...]
> Typhon the Used Surfer
lol.
From Lestat!@yabbs Wed Aug 31 13:48:30 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: 6
Date: Wed Aug 31 13:48:30 1994
____
fire and my sweet tired
place drinks of the spirit
and the shrieking life dive
sweet and red and a morning child
my birthday came to nothing, nothing
and alone a dream my acid dream
and the empty life look
with dust and dread
that is all I said, life
partly melting, praise
the children of my desire
trained to march against
the establishment, and everyone is dead
____
dylan.....
From HC@yabbs Wed Aug 31 17:35:22 1994
From: HC@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Heavenly Bodies
Date: Wed Aug 31 17:35:22 1994
***
Title: Heavenly Bodies
Author: Howling Coyote
The moon
It reminds me of her face
So clean
So pure
So beautiful
Gazing into the white crescent in the sky
Reminds me of her innocence
The stars
Are like cherished memories
of her eyes.
Those immaculate brown eyes
Gazing lovingly at me,
As I hold her in my arms,
Basking in her radiant warmth.
Always smiling
Always happy
In love with each other,
We are.
(c) 1994 Howling Coyote
This is dedicated to my love, Beth.
From HC@yabbs Wed Aug 31 17:41:27 1994
From: HC@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: A Maze Of darkness
Date: Wed Aug 31 17:41:27 1994
**
Title: A Maze of Darkness
Author: HCoyote
The darkness
Slowly creeps down
The stars blink their eyes
As if they were washing away the sleep within.
I held her tight
As we gazed upon the glitter filled skies.
She asked me not to let her go,
For without me she was lost.
I quietly whispered into her ear,
"Then hold on tight, my Queen
For I will be your guiding light
I will be your intricate map
I will be your never failing compass."
She smiled at me
Her never ending happiness
Spreading joy within my mind
Spreading love throughout our hearts.
I shall lead her to safety
I shall carry her to the light.
(c)1994 HCoyote
This is dedicated to Beth, my inspiration, my love, and my happiness.
I love you Beth
From pbj@yabbs Thu Sep 1 00:32:26 1994
From: pbj@yabbs
To: HC@yabbs
Subject: re: Heavenly Bodies
Date: Thu Sep 1 00:32:26 1994
*sigh* that was really sweet trav.....
she is one lucky girl.....
*huggs*
pbj
From trouble!@yabbs Thu Sep 1 09:40:04 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: HC@yabbs
Subject: re: Heavenly Bodies
Date: Thu Sep 1 09:40:04 1994
wow ...
i love it!!!
=-)
val
From trouble!@yabbs Thu Sep 1 09:40:35 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: HC@yabbs
Subject: see post #1457
Date: Thu Sep 1 09:40:35 1994
From Typhon@yabbs Thu Sep 1 10:45:30 1994
From: Typhon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Wonders
Date: Thu Sep 1 10:45:30 1994
A caged tornado bleeding as it spins
A jet black dog with three heads nuzzling at my feet
Yellow red burning people who are never consumed by the flames
Pox-scarred scabrous old church made of stone that talks in my sleep
Where I live
See all thses things every day
and I love the pain they give
Typhon
From Lestat!@yabbs Thu Sep 1 12:12:56 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: dolop
Date: Thu Sep 1 12:12:56 1994
I dream of the genie boy
my faithful friend he is
rape of the senses I try
make my dream have cry
dolop of painful sin
drinking men torrent in
From Lestat!@yabbs Thu Sep 1 12:23:23 1994
From: Lestat!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: freaked
Date: Thu Sep 1 12:23:23 1994
the mystical man looked at me
he looked at me! and what
was I supposed to do? so I listened
the blind man, he saw! and I did
not understand. how can he
see! so Jim, my friend, long
he is, we went to a big department store, but
the mystical man was there! and what
was I supposed to do? but anyway
the blu ones don't work, man
the red ones work fine though....
it pressed on me, and I couldn't get out from
underneath! I was crushed
but how am I still alive? the mystical man
has restored me! and the blind man can see!
From Megabite@yabbs Thu Sep 1 15:18:16 1994
From: Megabite@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Acid Dream(so far)
Date: Thu Sep 1 15:18:16 1994
Acid Dream
___________
trickling self morbid tie
and I want to die
and I want to fly
so, so high
my mother ate me, and I took
a pill and went to sleep
and when it all stopped
the green lizard popped
I broke my tongue over the
backseat of my car
and ate it, and traveled
far
into the night, my liquid love dined
on my roast leg
august
my birthday child, lice
and all that the end
and the beginning
I tried
you see
it all begins with me
miles and the wind flows
it goes
away, into the sun
and it has begun, like a dead animal
rising, into the air dead there.
my innerchild retches painful
the girl speaks in tongues
love never to
is able last
and the night air closes around me again
my friend, in the end
as always
memory delving into soul
I have nowhere
nowhere to go asleep
my bloody family ties and rape
began and flowed
in
great circuits, and I tasted fear
as fear is alive
and lovely, beautiful
a dank plasma guard, a womb died
and stank of rotting life
as america lives
off corpses
I see the hole, sweaty
and I leech my way
to the surface
dreamt another dream, I said
a blind aching dream, tasting
the first and last
night
and I tried to seek my goddess
dust sex and myself
a pulsating bird
she ate the poison and made
a red cry forth
and we all know the limitations
fire and my sweet tired
place drinks of the spirit
and the shrieking life dive
sweet and red and a morning child
my birthday came to nothing, nothing
and alone a dream my acid dream
and the empty life look
with dust and dread
that is all I said, life
partly melting, praise
the children of my desire
trained to march against
the establishment, and everyone is dead
__________
dylan....
From trouble!@yabbs Thu Sep 1 15:39:12 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: Megabite@yabbs
Subject: re: Acid Dream(so far)
Date: Thu Sep 1 15:39:12 1994
i like the way it sounds all together dylan ... looks really good
=-)
hugs,
val
From trouble!@yabbs Thu Sep 1 15:58:15 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: letter to all
Date: Thu Sep 1 15:58:15 1994
i wrote a long letter on the socail misfits base to everyone for those of
you that read this and not that one .....
bye all!!!!
hugs to all,
valerie
----'--,-{@
./s
oops
From trouble!@yabbs Thu Sep 1 15:58:57 1994
From: trouble!@yabbs
To: trouble!@yabbs
Subject: re: letter to all
Date: Thu Sep 1 15:58:57 1994
oops ... that should be "Social" not socail
DOH!!!
*grin*
From Typhon@yabbs Fri Sep 2 12:24:38 1994
From: Typhon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Antpeople
Date: Fri Sep 2 12:24:38 1994
Chitinous red skins bubbling with each step
Thousand-hex facing black onyx shining eyes
Reach up and tear the latex off of their faces
And that's what they look like inside
Watch the mandibles shear the air
Watch the yellowing antennae segments twitch
Listen to the clickk clack of their speec
As they check their rolexes and step off the curbs
step over her brown crumpled form, her wool skin,
two puppies live in there with her, albions, eyeless
she saved them to save herself
Spinning in the spiral
Spin and burn she does inside she's gone
she burns
the cracked red lines the eyes rheumy her pain oozes out of them
useless in her walking days
Sleeping daze
Typhon
From Typhon@yabbs Fri Sep 2 12:27:23 1994
From: Typhon@yabbs
To: Typhon@yabbs
Subject: In January
Date: Fri Sep 2 12:27:23 1994
In January the people give me a wide space to walk in
My leather is a second skin and I flex it
The cold chewing through my lungs makes me smile
Sticky and wild I walk my hair clinging to my skin black on white
When I looked up at the 5:30 AM air I sat and
Watched it
Catch Fire, the sky tore from a belly wound and bled glory
and as the last hold of night died the day began
Falling out of the sun's breasts
Typhon
From Badger01@yabbs Fri Sep 2 12:54:04 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: In the Warren
Date: Fri Sep 2 12:54:04 1994
Nothing fancy, just drying dirt dropping down
and showering my head with the earth as I dig
away from the lives I've known:
The blue dot above me is shrinking now
And I know that I'll sleep when it's closed.
I've known souls far better than mine and
I'll miss their touch when I've dug deep enough
The air here is cold and wet and rancid with
Promises of sleep that never ends:
I hope never to feel that much
Grey green geodes slide click-klack under my claws
and the yelloing shine of my teeth gnaws a little,
Impotent, at my lower lip...there is no way to forget
but to hide, and no way to hide from the sounds that
flow inside my diamond-browed skull, my earth prow
and the dot that hovers above never seems to close
I thought It appropriate that the last thing I posted on the Poetry Board
be under what is, in reality, my true name, as well as my Totem. I liked
being Typhon, it was cute and a literary exercise. I am a Badger.
I'll always be a badger. And in case you were wondering, the "sounds that
flow inside my diamond-browed skull" are you all: Too Many to list,
Too Good to forget. Later
Badger01
From Badger01@yabbs Fri Sep 2 13:17:30 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: Badger01@yabbs
Subject: Make a liar out of me...
Date: Fri Sep 2 13:17:30 1994
The Child of Destruction
Sticky with the blood of his ravaged mother raped by his birth
Nothing
Can
Cleanse
Me
I am foulness putrescence bleak pestilence sores explode the filth spreads
the teh dirt gets everywhere the rats crawl out my bloody throat through
the tracheotemy hole the skin bulges and turns brown-black and burnt the
sores blister and then it explodes the meat away and all I am in insane
the insane rush of joy as I give way to rage green fire bl;azing from my
death and I'm so happy to finally die the building shakes as everything
rises to me and I swallow the dreams of my barbarian bastard father and
dear god I want him to die with me please give me my christmas wish
Who could love such a thing as me?
Badger01
From Badger01@yabbs Fri Sep 2 13:22:05 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: Badger01@yabbs
Subject: more
Date: Fri Sep 2 13:22:05 1994
Thud thud thud thud thud
thud thud thud thdu thdu
thdu
Look at me
Look at me
KNOW YOU HATE ME
Water tastes like saline and piss as it covers me
rinses my stinking hair and washes my own juice off me
removes the taint that rises from inside me
What does this body trap inside that so fouls me
I came in my sleep thinking of her
She's still in my goddamn soul
and I can't get her out
I've tried hating her, hating me, hating us, and all that does is rip my
chest open and show her my red and blue twitching heart
Jyust like the one in the Visible Man toy I had when i was five
She smiles that demonic mona lisa overdrive
And I hate her Gibson fetish but that doesn't
Break this Fenris chain she's stitched my meat together with
And I know now that you hate me
Badger01
From Badger01@yabbs Fri Sep 2 13:25:28 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: Badger01@yabbs
Subject: Tisaphone's tea
Date: Fri Sep 2 13:25:28 1994
The black brew
The lies hit their shrieking point as the
truth licks crimson at the bottom of the pot
The searing stains the base
The base is all I hold
Drinking what you've sown
Witnesses cobalt blue eyes know what I'm made of
The seats smell like an old woman's skin
That red that happens to real read when the sun gets at it
This room smells like a mausoleum
Good thing you buried me there
Badger01
From Badger01@yabbs Fri Sep 2 13:30:51 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: TedeBere@yabbs
Subject: Hello
Date: Fri Sep 2 13:30:51 1994
I was waiting for you to come up and check this out. Get everyone toi post
here...I want us to get to 1500. The Board Deserves as many poems as it
can get.
Badger01
Skinless Avatar
From Badger01@yabbs Fri Sep 2 13:32:30 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: Badger01@yabbs
Subject: Skinless Avatar
Date: Fri Sep 2 13:32:30 1994
Into the dirtland
The grimy skinned souless man that eats his young
Because he's too banal to kill them better
The time has passed, you soul sucking pink skinned poorcine mass and
you'll never get another of your flailing hands on this one...
Immunity comes with the Bitter Times.
Badger01
From Badger01@yabbs Fri Sep 2 13:34:10 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: Badger01@yabbs
Subject: Fallen
Date: Fri Sep 2 13:34:10 1994
Wings still crushed and hidden below a layer of tar-stuck blood
The pilgrims stood in shock as I appear along the wnchwound
road
They don't see the tri-lobed eye of God beckining
Or my sons approaching from the Foothills
Bearing the copper and blood forged gate of Dis
Badger01
From TedeBere@yabbs Fri Sep 2 13:36:45 1994
From: TedeBere@yabbs
To: Badger01@yabbs
Subject: re: Should I just let this go?
Date: Fri Sep 2 13:36:45 1994
matt ....
these are all really good ..... but it sounds like you have a lot on your
mind and the only way to get it out is by writing it down .....i like them
all .... gee, i think i'm a little speechless ... i dont know
hugs,
valerie
=-)
From TedeBere@yabbs Fri Sep 2 13:38:15 1994
From: TedeBere@yabbs
To: Badger01@yabbs
Subject: 1500 ...
Date: Fri Sep 2 13:38:15 1994
only 24 more to go ....
*grin*
me
From Badger01@yabbs Fri Sep 2 13:39:56 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: TedeBere@yabbs
Subject: A little closer
Date: Fri Sep 2 13:39:56 1994
Pissing the red out of me
Feel the twisting
Watch the whitening of my skin
Admire the pale pass into the void
See yourself as you should have always looked
Badger01
From Badger01@yabbs Fri Sep 2 13:42:12 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: TedeBere@yabbs
Subject: Scream
Date: Fri Sep 2 13:42:12 1994
Hey Hey Hey Hey
The dead man yells at me over his walkman
Accusing me of cowardice
Daring me to put the cold blue steel 123 gauge to
my forehead and see
Take the Bullet Train to the afterlife, he whispers
It sounds like the rasp of a trigger against the grain
And I can see my skull unwravel like a streamer and paint the walls
with what I'm using to write out how it would feel
Badger01
From Badger01@yabbs Fri Sep 2 13:44:09 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: Badger01@yabbs
Subject: Cowardice and Dreams
Date: Fri Sep 2 13:44:09 1994
This room is spinning when it is still
and snakes are woven into the flat dead dul;l jade green of the rug
This place is lit by a cancerous dream and teh zombies who shufflescrabble
past are in a hurry to get to the next stop on the path
Because they were born microcephalic
Accursed
Deadheaded
Brainless
There is no light in here and I feel the walls closing in
Badger01
From Cat@yabbs Fri Sep 2 13:47:19 1994
From: Cat@yabbs
To: Badger01@yabbs
Subject: re: Cowardice and Dreams
Date: Fri Sep 2 13:47:19 1994
this
is
a
poem
From Badger01@yabbs Fri Sep 2 13:57:31 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: Cat@yabbs
Subject: Yes it is
Date: Fri Sep 2 13:57:31 1994
But are not all things Poems,
If they are done in the spirit?
Badger01
From Badger01@yabbs Fri Sep 2 13:59:30 1994
From: Badger01@yabbs
To: Badger01@yabbs
Subject: Talking to Yourself
Date: Fri Sep 2 13:59:30 1994
I just realized how many poems I sent to myself...
I need help.
From TedeBere@yabbs Fri Sep 2 14:01:11 1994
From: TedeBere@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: electric torches
Date: Fri Sep 2 14:01:11 1994
Electric torches line the cement paths.
Steel trees blocking the wooden cities
And woven tarps cast over the blue skies.
"We are now living" they shou at me
"CAn't you see we are living?"
(shout even)
I shake my head, a tear floating to the dirt ....
I simply see Mother dying.
Where is that familiar kiis of the wild wind?
I only feel the decayed touch of a breeze
What of the salty airs dancing on the
oops on the ocean?
I can't even see the ocean anymore
the sun has diminished in power
For what is a simplegeneral against an army of little warriors
They line every wall, these miniature suns, themselves,
united five times by the sun, all by man.
The ancient moon is but a glowing corpse.
Mourned by the fading stars.
Their magic now dispelled by the long glasses......]
Some things are better left unknown.
Flashes of brilliance be lightning to her soul,
curiosity extended beyond the natural limits is like a knife,
Dipped too deep into a gift.
Nothing can be accomplished without the drawing of some blood.
She is dying, my companion;
Mother is breathing r last words.
Uttering her last incantations.
(r = her)
clarity brings her death to all of hermagic
this was written by a friend of mine ... but it is just so perfect for all
times, don'cha think?/?
From HC@yabbs Fri Sep 2 14:30:35 1994
From: HC@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Myst of dispair
Date: Fri Sep 2 14:30:35 1994
****
Author: HCoyote
Title: Myst of Dispair
I can't tell how your feeling
You've closed your mind on me
OUr words
Have become insignificant and useless
Our only path for traveling into each other's thoughts
Has been blocked by a opaque myst.
Why are you so hurt?
Was it me?
what did I do?
Please tell me...
Why won't you tell me
Please help me lift this dark fog that surrounds you
I want to help clear this myst of dispair.
Please let me help you
Let us both heal your pain
Open yourself up to my care and friendship
drop your guard and recieve my love
Drop your gaurd and set free the pain
Please....
--
(C) 1994 HCoyote
From chimaera@yabbs Fri Sep 2 14:38:29 1994
From: chimaera@yabbs
To: HC@yabbs
Subject: re: Myst of dispair
Date: Fri Sep 2 14:38:29 1994
That was wonderful...I don't know what to say...
*wipes a tear from her eye*
From HC@yabbs Fri Sep 2 17:42:34 1994
From: HC@yabbs
To: chimaera@yabbs
Subject: re: Myst of dispair
Date: Fri Sep 2 17:42:34 1994
*hugs* :)
From Natalie@yabbs Sat Sep 3 10:33:21 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: the smells of smoke
Date: Sat Sep 3 10:33:21 1994
dust flies up about my feet
covering my shiny black boots in dullness
a reflection of my being
hot sweaty bodies slam into mine
smelling of humanity and marijuana and tobacco
i stand firm
holding my own
in an ocean of insanity
clinging to the edge
howling my anger at
being labeled
being told i'm going to be a failure
being treated like shit
by everything and everyone
for one night
i don't have to take it
i can just exist
in this sea of humanity
a cloud of smoke
hanging over us
the demons we exorcised
this is kinda what i felt at NIN last night...it was the MOST incredible
concert i ever went to, and very very very cathartic, at least for me.
natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Sat Sep 3 10:36:54 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: poetry
Date: Sat Sep 3 10:36:54 1994
well, i just wanted to tell everyone, that no matter how critical i may
have seemed of poetry in general, that i really enjoyed this board. this
was about the only place this summer that i could express myself in any
way i chose. it's been fun, and i hope you all keep plugging away, cause
i know i will be...
*hugs to all*
natalie
From Natalie@yabbs Sat Sep 3 10:38:28 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: one more thing.............
Date: Sat Sep 3 10:38:28 1994
oh yeah. this board was charon's idea. and even tho we never see him
anymore, we owe him our thanks for getting alex to create this. thanks a
lot charon :)
natalie
From sienna@yabbs Sun Sep 4 01:33:53 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: topi@yabbs
Subject: re: The Blue Knight
Date: Sun Sep 4 01:33:53 1994
Thanks.
this poem (obviously) was written for BlueMax...if it werent for him, I
would be six feet under in an VERY uncomfortable coffin.....
Anyway, just make sure you all dont forget who the important people
are...and remember this...NO ONE is worth your life, no matter how much
you THINK you may have loved them.
2% worth of pure bullshit I know...but hell it was a poem! :)
Sienna
(Who finds it great to be back posting the night before Yabbs dies..)
From sienna@yabbs Sun Sep 4 01:35:32 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: pbj@yabbs
Subject: re: poetry book
Date: Sun Sep 4 01:35:32 1994
I WANT ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
I dont have email yet at my new college (I will in about two to three
weeks.....but I posted my address somewhere on this base, and social
misfits too.....)
Please pretty pretty please...I will even reimburse you for the postage!
*hugs*
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Sun Sep 4 01:36:44 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: trouble!@yabbs
Subject: re: need .... to get out
Date: Sun Sep 4 01:36:44 1994
Val, I am sorry it has taken me so long to reply, and you mqay never get
this, but I know EXACTLY what you are feeling.
Love you sis,
dee
da warm fuzzie
From sienna@yabbs Sun Sep 4 01:47:25 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Typhon@yabbs
Subject: and Badger01
Date: Sun Sep 4 01:47:25 1994
Hi there....got your "package" in the mail Friday....thanks...
Just wanted to tell you that your poetry always strikes many different
images in my mind, althought what I may think of one line may be
totally different for someone else...for no two of us communicate in
exactly the same way. Communication is done through words and
non-verbally, and with words, well, words are just symbols which represent
different ideas which are shaped by personal experience/attitudes etc. so
none of us can communicate exactly to another human what WE
intended...however, it is possible to EFFECTIVELY communicate, and this
you have done.
Anyway....*big breath* thanks for the poetry. It has been an interesting
ride.
*hugs*
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Sun Sep 4 01:48:17 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: Lestat!@yabbs
Subject: and Megabite
Date: Sun Sep 4 01:48:17 1994
Dylan oh Dylan! *hug*
Wonderful images, mon cherie!
I always have liked your writing...I will be writing to you..thanks for
the address.
*hughughug*
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Sun Sep 4 01:48:53 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: HC@yabbs
Subject: What can I say?
Date: Sun Sep 4 01:48:53 1994
*hug*
Travis, wonderful...and Im sure Beth is thrilled...
Take care sweetie!
Dee
From sienna@yabbs Sun Sep 4 01:51:41 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: re: What can I say?
Date: Sun Sep 4 01:51:41 1994
I have som many people I want to say goodbye to...well, at least know that
all of you have left an idelible mark upon me that can never be
erased...some for the good, and some not so good. Just know that I care
for many of you deeply, and I will never forget you all.
pbj, Natalie, Artemis, Sinner, Covenant, Typhon/Badger01,
Lestat!/Megabite.......you all (and all the others like pixy, charon, and
many more we never see anymore) keep writing...express your soul and learn
through experience...share your gifts with those you love...
*hugs* to everyone....
Dee
aka sienna (da warm fuzzy)
:( Sorry to see it end....
From sienna@yabbs Sun Sep 4 01:52:01 1994
From: sienna@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: hehehe
Date: Sun Sep 4 01:52:01 1994
I GOT 1500!
Weeeeeee!
Dee
From Natalie@yabbs Sun Sep 4 05:27:09 1994
From: Natalie@yabbs
To: sienna@yabbs
Subject: re: hehehe
Date: Sun Sep 4 05:27:09 1994
YES! WE MADE IT TO 1500!!!!! (which is the only reasoni'm onright now, to
see if we did...casue if we hadn't made it there yet, i was gonna bs my
way to it....*grin*)
natalie
From topi@yabbs Sun Sep 4 10:01:07 1994
From: topi@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: ODE TO YABBS
Date: Sun Sep 4 10:01:07 1994
Ode to Yabbs, by Catherine.
Oh Yabbs,
I ode you.
:)
Wow! this poetry stuff is EEEEASSSSY :)
From Steyr@yabbs Sun Sep 4 10:22:32 1994
From: Steyr@yabbs
To: topi@yabbs
Subject: re: ODE TO YABBS
Date: Sun Sep 4 10:22:32 1994
hahahahahaha
cure
oops
cute
(had trouble moving my finger all that way to the t key).
:)
*hug*
Baz.
From topi@yabbs Sun Sep 4 10:33:20 1994
From: topi@yabbs
To: Steyr@yabbs
Subject: re: ODE TO YABBS
Date: Sun Sep 4 10:33:20 1994
Why, thanks Steyr, glad to hear you liked it. :)
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