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Lucem Ferre 12-31-2019 04:11 PM

Mutilate your arm with your keys.

Wait, is this the bad advice that keeps people from talking in the mental health thread?

WWWP 12-31-2019 04:15 PM

Elph if you have ever written poetry if so please post it here

Lucem Ferre 12-31-2019 04:26 PM

If magic is all we've ever known
Then it's easy to miss what really goes on
But I've seen miracles in every way
And I see miracles everyday

-Elph

The Batlord 12-31-2019 04:34 PM

The sun and the moon, and even Mars
The Milky Way and ****ing shooting stars

-Elph

Lucem Ferre 12-31-2019 04:47 PM

He doesn't get it but we do and that kind of makes us sadder than him.

The Batlord 12-31-2019 04:53 PM

He abandoned his car as far as I can tell just out of embarrassment.

Psy-Fi 12-31-2019 05:01 PM

The Stolen and Random Mail

- A Poem by elphenor -

Whose mail is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch him frown. I cry hello.

He gives his mail a shake,
And sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The mail is stolen, random and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
Until then he shall not sleep.
He lies in bed with ducts that weep.

He rises from his bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in his head,
He idolises being dead.
Facing the day with never ending dread.




https://www.poem-generator.org.uk/

The Batlord 12-31-2019 05:18 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Psy-Fi (Post 2098152)
The Stolen and Random Mail

- A Poem by elphenor -

Whose mail is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch him frown. I cry hello.

He gives his mail a shake,
And sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The mail is stolen, random and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
Until then he shall not sleep.
He lies in bed with ducts that weep.

He rises from his bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in his head,
He idolises being dead.
Facing the day with never ending dread.




https://www.poem-generator.org.uk/

https://media.giphy.com/media/oZYBdbW7TnhEQ/giphy.gif

WWWP 12-31-2019 06:18 PM

Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the punxest of them all?
All the bats have flown away
FLARLY this whole scene is gay.

OccultHawk 12-31-2019 06:37 PM

Goddamn

Running out the year on a winner

Thank God I don’t have any friends irl


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