The Chat Thread
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May 31, 2014 6:16 AM #1200725
I' m up still, 2:14 in the morning, huddled in a corner under my blanket due to a thunderstorm. I'm deathly afraid of thunder. Please, someone be my thunderbuddy.
May 31, 2014 6:20 AM #1200727
Quote from MiracleI' m up still, 2:14 in the morning, huddled in a corner under my blanket due to a thunderstorm. I'm deathly afraid of thunder. Please, someone be my thunderbuddy.
Remember, young man. Right now old man is afraid of the thunderstorm too, he's out in it right now. His wheelchair is his only thunder buddy.
But since we've got each other, I'll be your thunder buddy.
May 31, 2014 6:24 AM #1200728
Quote from JutsuRight now old man is afraid of the thunderstorm too, he's out in it right now. His wheelchair is his only thunder buddy.
All aboard the feels train. :'c choo choo...
May 31, 2014 6:34 AM #1200731
Wrapped in your blanket, in my arms and in my warmth. With your head just beneath my chin, against my shoulder.
Let's hold each other tight, because we're all we've got.
=D
Let's hold each other tight, because we're all we've got.
=D
May 31, 2014 6:47 AM #1200735
This makes me feel better. But Jutsu, I have something I need to tell you:
My repressed love for literature has caused me to parry your poem with my own. Because damn, that made me feels.
old man is no longer out in the storm,
For he is safe, well fed, and warm.
A teenage boy caught him in the street,
Given him a place to sleep, and eat.
Has Jutsu has forgotten, Was Jutsu not informed?
Old man is no longer out in the storm.
My repressed love for literature has caused me to parry your poem with my own. Because damn, that made me feels.
old man is no longer out in the storm,
For he is safe, well fed, and warm.
A teenage boy caught him in the street,
Given him a place to sleep, and eat.
Has Jutsu has forgotten, Was Jutsu not informed?
Old man is no longer out in the storm.
May 31, 2014 6:49 AM #1200736
We can sing the thunder song together
When you hear the sound of thunder, don’t you get too scared. Just grab your thunder buddy, and say these magic words: “Fuck you, Thunder. You can suck my dick. You can’t get me, Thunder, because you’re just God’s farts.
When you hear the sound of thunder, don’t you get too scared. Just grab your thunder buddy, and say these magic words: “Fuck you, Thunder. You can suck my dick. You can’t get me, Thunder, because you’re just God’s farts.
May 31, 2014 6:51 AM #1200737
Old man is dead. I ate him.
May 31, 2014 9:29 AM #1200767
Quote from MiracleThis makes me feel better. But Jutsu, I have something I need to tell you:
My repressed love for literature has caused me to parry your poem with my own. Because damn, that made me feels.
old man is no longer out in the storm,
For he is safe, well fed, and warm.
A teenage boy caught him in the street,
Given him a place to sleep, and eat.
Has Jutsu has forgotten, Was Jutsu not informed?
Old man is no longer out in the storm.
Miracle my boy that was absolutely splendid.
May 31, 2014 10:13 AM #1200774
Go ahead and say old man's free of the streets,
but in reality there's millions who struggle to eat.
Sob stories, they're all just dime for a dozen,
but when the time's up, the dime's up, thrown inside a tin cup.
Who really cares? Who's gonna make their mind up?
When it means our hands might accidentally smudge across their make-up?
It's their alcohol addiction, ten medical prescriptions,
they'll make themselves feel better by creating all these fictions,
but I coulda been them, and they coulda been me. I didn't choose to partake in this lifetime lottery.
But I'm where I am now, covered up with newspapers,
the irony's not lost on me, it happens in reality.
But every once in a while someone gives me a nod,
no sympathy, no faces like they're some kind of god,
"Hey man, I see you, can I give you a hand?"
"Not a lot that you can do unless you're in some kind of rock band.
But thanks for the words, they're rarer than you'd think.
The money you gave me might be just enough to buy a drink."
but in reality there's millions who struggle to eat.
Sob stories, they're all just dime for a dozen,
but when the time's up, the dime's up, thrown inside a tin cup.
Who really cares? Who's gonna make their mind up?
When it means our hands might accidentally smudge across their make-up?
It's their alcohol addiction, ten medical prescriptions,
they'll make themselves feel better by creating all these fictions,
but I coulda been them, and they coulda been me. I didn't choose to partake in this lifetime lottery.
But I'm where I am now, covered up with newspapers,
the irony's not lost on me, it happens in reality.
But every once in a while someone gives me a nod,
no sympathy, no faces like they're some kind of god,
"Hey man, I see you, can I give you a hand?"
"Not a lot that you can do unless you're in some kind of rock band.
But thanks for the words, they're rarer than you'd think.
The money you gave me might be just enough to buy a drink."
May 31, 2014 12:55 PM #1200824
You guys are hurting me in the feels. Por Que? Por Que? .... Por Que....
May 31, 2014 1:00 PM #1200832
Quote from DevourWho really cares? Who's gonna make their mind up?
When it means our hands might accidentally smudge across their make-up?
Good job. You rhymed up with up.
May 31, 2014 1:01 PM #1200833
What is this, the Rap thread? Well, not that I have any objections against it.
May 31, 2014 1:04 PM #1200837
Quote from MolgeraGood job. You rhymed up with up.
Molgera do you really have to
I feel like I should post this. idgaf on how terrible I am at everything, even at poetry.
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May 31, 2014 3:06 PM #1200867
The Streetlight Manifesto thread.
May 31, 2014 6:51 PM #1200909
And in that moment, the Chat Thread became a rugged band of poets, huddled around the warmth of a burning trash can, soaking in the meager heat and trying to enjoy a faint kind of friendship with each other because they have no one else to open up to.
I should make a thread for this stuff before Hewitt or Exilement come in and shit all over us
Wow, I rhymed a single syllable word with a word that sounded the same in the end. It's almost like I was fucking rhyming.
Knob.
I should make a thread for this stuff before Hewitt or Exilement come in and shit all over us
Quote from MolgeraI literally don't know what makeup is.
Wow, I rhymed a single syllable word with a word that sounded the same in the end. It's almost like I was fucking rhyming.
Knob.