Check by Wednesday, drop by Friday.
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Check by Wednesday, drop by Friday.
Line limit is 50.
3 links must be provided - one of which MUST be a vote on a champ match.
good luck
Hmm i thought i checked. Lets make this good. Best of luck mate
"Courage is what it takes to stand up and speak; courage is also what it takes to sit down and listen."
- Churchill
His face was hated, by society - but was slightly created
By the people themselves, in this realm of which related
To hell - which sedated, & misplaced his place in time
Yet he's defeated the odds, climbed highest mountains to climb
He accomplished the rages, and kept writing the pages
In his world of youth they thought they were 'stages'
A poor boy, born without toys and stuff like others
Modern Shakespeare, annoyed with enough brothers
An army, don't be alarmed, see... He was unique
With a clean sheet & a pen, he didn't need to speak
Poetry spoke for him, he adored it, but it ignored him
He was waiting for a break...
...but he's broke - he can't afford it.
He knows this; he chose what he supposed fits
He'll keep writing his hand off, and see what he gets!
As past time no longer exist, he grows older
On his trail to being great - he rolls up on a boulder
A choice of ignorance, but his choice - it was
His writings, dragged down by his love of drugs
The visions that once occurred, he no longer sees
Because of the hurt, now his biography reads:
'I start with a bong hit,
Weed laced with the wrong shit-
I space out when I face
Doubt with a drawn lip...
Reminds me of liquor,
I pour ounces on rocks...
I'm signed to be quicker
For which amounts to their clocks...
Mixin' my medicine,
In an instant I'm Edison-
Inventing light from a stove
When my lighter load let us in...
I'm swayed by emotion,
But I behave when I'm coastin',
My infernal concoctions
Keeping me lost in its notion...'
So he kept rolling, kept smoking, before he knows he's holding
The key to his future, a suture, rapped up in chronic he's folding
He supposes the creative side comes out at night's first light
The moon smiles with delight as he takes hit after hit to ignite
His fire and his desire to write - which takes flight once he's high
Flying out of eyesight, he's finished with his piece for tonight.
Legal age flies around like an eagle, inviting him to evil
But he reluctantly denies the offer - in a mighty upheaval
He's being watched, by the weekly readers of local papers
'Poem of the week' seeked his name, every week upon layers
& layers of paper, that he wrote many years earlier, and later
This rubbish of a writer soon became published into a greater
And now his job requires for him to be with his true love
He sticks with it, his break came, and he’s broke no longer because
Of his will to will his way through the pain and hurt
No matter how many times he's wiped his lips of kissing dirt
He kept writing and writing, until his mind was spying
On the hand across the table... with watchful eyes sighting
He realizes that everything you do - comes into play with regard
And that you can win, with or without the help of your cards
i went 7 lines over smoka i thought it was 60 line limit. sorry but i couldnt find anything to delete that wouldnt mess up the piece so you can dq me if you want or go over aswell. doesnt matter to me.
Last edited by Liquid Content; July 16th, 2008 at 10:02 AM
The Face that Ruined it all
As the sun slowly creeps into the night sky for the start of a new day
Jerry Dirkin, a newspaper delivery driver and college student,
Takes a restroom break at a local gas station during his route...
I stare at the advances for phone calls written on the walls
And pull out my cock and balls to unleash my human waterfall
It didn't work at all, I tried to push harder but got nothing back
I look down in shock........WH-WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?
There, on the tip of my penis, appeared to be a pimple or wart
Feeling a simple remorse because I never mingled with a whore
I try to brush it off and pursue my piss, I move my wrist
And jiggle my penis to keep my mind on it, a couple drips
Came out, enough of this, I zip my pants and leave
My mind pushed for the worst thoughts of what it can be
Could it be Stacy? my ex? she'd certainly better hope not
I bet that hoes got....suddenly my phone vibrated my crotch
I keep it there when I drive, but now it seems like a sign
Normally I welcomed this vibration, hey...I'm a simple guy
But now the phone seemed more like an alarm my penis set off
As if it were distraught by this thing growing above my balls
I pick up the phone, it's Stacy, I answer it and greeted her
Her voice sounds like shrieks at first, this is why it never worked
She wants her shit back from the split up, and I agree to get her stuff
I paused...
Should I let my penis problem slip up? if it's not her I'd be fucked
We let each other go, as I decided that it's best to keep to myself
I guess my health will get better with time just like everything else
Is supposed to at least...I finally arrive home and day turns to night
But the growth burned in my mind and made my dick curl in fright
As I prepared for bed, I dabbed rubbing alcohol on my cock's face
The growth seems to have gotten larger that it was earlier today
After a restless night of sleep, morning came and I lept outta bed
As you might've guessed...I ran to the mirror to check my "little head"
IT GOT WORSE!?
Now it looked as if little sprouts of growths went around the father
Or....a group of monks praying at an abnormal growth altar
Speaking of which, maybe religion could take a chance in listening
So I prayed to God...Buddah...Allah...anyone to get rid of this thing
Afterwards, I got ready for school and headed to political science class
As the teacher rambled about terrorism, I couldn't help but laugh
This faggot doesn't know terror, I could just end his rants
And unleash a real fucking terror that's hidden beneath my pants
As class continued I couldn't help but get a feeling of being stared at
Mockingly by classmates as the teacher discussed Iraq and blared facts
I could've sworn this mother fucker didn't just say North Korea
But it looked as if he glared right at me and said gonorrhea
My mind's fucking with me, I pack up and leave class early
I arrive home and started hurling books as my penis was hurting
Then....a knock on my door....I look through the peephole..it's Stacy
I opened the door and I can already tell how much she hates me
My cock pains fading, as she announced she has come for her shit
What a worthless bitch...but I knew what I had to do, I was sure of it
I welcomed her in and as soon as I shut the door I attacked
She hit the floor and I pounded her skull to the ground till I heard CRACK!
Her lifeless eyes stared at me, and I punched her nose for staring
Rude bitch, even in death she insults me with her contemptuous glaring
Without hesitation, I pulled off her pants and panties at once
And frowned as I stared at a perfectly pink well shaven cunt...
After shoving her body in the closet, I went shopping for cleaning supplies
A short time later I arrive at Rite Aid and stroll right inside
After grabbing what I needed, I went to an aisle that had skin creams
No way this is a wart, it's too disgusting...not even for my wildest dreams
But it seems to be the only cream available...they don't sell shit for VDs
Seeing to my needs, I grabbed it anyway and proceeded to leave
Dabbed some on my cock when I got home, and thought about Stacy
Pacing my house thinking of who it was and this wonderful gift they gave me
I'd better sleep on it...
After waking the next morning, I had dozens of messages on my phone
Most of them were people looking for Stacy and where she had last gone
I unenthusiastically approached the mirror and somehow managed
To pull out my cock to see the growth had vanished!!
I looked at the closet in shame of Stacy's death, she was my heart
And I thought it was her fault...as the cops filled up my yard
...
Last edited by SmokaJoka; July 19th, 2008 at 03:23 AM Reason: spelling
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don't know how many I went...and just to let anyone else know for future reference...it doesn't bother me if you write 100...I don't want my opponents restricted to line limits and I'd expect the same courtesy back...
AHAHAHA sorry smoka, now we know this shit, you win by default.
Fuck my stupid vote.
Last edited by Engivale; July 21st, 2008 at 02:39 AM
A.I.
"She managed to extract from the restriction itself a further delicate thought, like good poets whom the tyranny of rhyme forces into the discovery of their finest lines."
Smoka-
Your A Sick Individual With A Amazing Way OF Describing Such Disgusting Yet, Humorous Incidents. Your Verse Had Me Laughing Especially This Part.Humor To A Tale Of Disease...It Was A Good Story, And Flowed Very Well...Good But Sickening Imagry....As class continued I couldn't help but get a feeling of being stared at
Mockingly by classmates as the teacher discussed Iraq and blared facts
I could've sworn this mother fucker didn't just say North Korea
But it looked as if he glared right at me and said gonorrhea
Liquid-
A Very Dope Peice, Good Content, And A Very Good Display OF Creativity.
This Peice Was Flowing Through MY Mind So Well.
I Must Say That If This Truely Was About Eng. You Portrayed It Very Well.
Haha.Simply Sick Man, I ReallyLoved These Lines...Although The Entire Verse Was DOPE.So he kept rolling, kept smoking, before he knows he's holding
The key to his future, a suture, rapped up in chronic he's folding
He supposes the creative side comes out at night's first light
The moon smiles with delight as he takes hit after hit to ignite
His fire and his desire to write - which takes flight once he's high
Flying out of eyesight, he's finished with his piece for tonight.
THIS Was Actually A Difficult Peice To Vote On.
I Really Liked Both Verses A Lot. One Had The Creativity Perfect.
The Other IMAGRY Perfected.
So I'm Going To Give My Vote TO-Smoka
But God Damn This Is EASILY and I Mean EASILY BATTLE Of The WEEK.
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lol, it's not coo Eng...and not understandable that you voted for a biter!
Last edited by SmokaJoka; July 21st, 2008 at 06:26 AM
Liquid - really nice rhymescheme and word choice [though there were multiple spelling errors]. Your piece flowed so mother fucking well -- I can't even explain it. It was like reading lyrics to an Eminem track. reallly nice man. Your emotion was decent though, didn't quite settle on the same level as your flow. And emotion was on the same phase. Really, I'd love to hear this on audio. But as a topical, it's emotion and imagery just wasn't my cup of tea. Sorry. It was a decently original piece -- not the most creative thing in the world though. In the end, just a nice flow. Keep it up.
'I start with a bong hit,
Weed laced with the wrong shit-
I space out when I face
Doubt with a drawn lip...
Reminds me of liquor,
I pour ounces on rocks...
I'm signed to be quicker
For which amounts to their clocks...
Mixin' my medicine,
In an instant I'm Edison-
Inventing light from a stove
When my lighter load let us in...
I'm swayed by emotion,
But I behave when I'm coastin',
My infernal concoctions
Keeping me lost in its notion...'
vs.
Smoka -- oh my fucking god that was amazing! That would have probally won you the champ match right there. The wording was great and your rhymescheme was flawless with an incredible flow that blew my mind. A lot of the lines you creativly wrote had me laughing my fucking ass off man -- honestly could not stop sometimes. The whole concept was interesting, but the ending was legendary dude. The whole piece I was like 'who the fuck gave him such a thing?!?!?!' and that ending was so perfect that it left me mind bottling. Imagery was pretty nice, and your emotion gave me an adrenaline rush from hell. I was seriously stoked this whole piece man, you really got me into it. Dope storyline, keep writing.
Can't find a favorite line..
Vote/ Smokajoka -- dope read.
'Your chances are as good as the flip of a coin.'
2x PS HOF
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lol @ eng. I dont kno wat piece ur talkin about. This was something i was thinkin about writing last month. Word to blame. Upping for at least the tie braker
Uh, there is no tie bro lol. It's 2-1, smoka's winning.
'Your chances are as good as the flip of a coin.'
2x PS HOF
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My bad. Am drunk n didnt notice it was 2-1
okay...
Liquid, seems like a simple concept... nothing too amazing... BUT, your writing has noticeably gotten better... holy shit bro... your rhymeschemes are on point, except like I said last week, your multies aren't TOO sharp, you fall off on them here and there... but you have found out how to work a rhymescheme pretty well. I honestly think this verse flowed better than smoka's in this battle though... good job on that... the story wasn't too entertaining though... there were a lot of good lines, but it's a concept that doesn't strike me as totally original... sorry...
smoka, yours was dope as far as the storyline... your rhymeschemes aren't solid, but you did get on that meniacle kick in this piece which brought it to life... I've honestly never seen something like it before... I predicted the twist to be honest, but I'm a thinker so that doesn't mean it wasn't original... I definitely dug it though... you actually had me laughing quite a bit throughout the piece, which makes me feel like a fucked up person lol... but yeah, mechanics/rhymescheme weren't too amazing, but the story definitely made up for it...
good reads guys... nice match...
but, vote smoka for the more entertaining read...
wait - i coulda sworn that entire middle part was something I've written before. Like, seriously, let me go look, if I'm wrong I don't get it, that certainly looked familiar. Here's hoping u didn't bite it I really thot u were talking about me LoL, maybe I'm just fucked up.
A.I.
"She managed to extract from the restriction itself a further delicate thought, like good poets whom the tyranny of rhyme forces into the discovery of their finest lines."
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