Week 7 - breathless (2-3) vs. Split Eight (2-1) - BREATHLESS WINS BY NO-SHOW

Mike Wrecka · 11-04-2013, 04:51 PM

Season 2

Rules

Verse Due Date - Thursday 23:59 PST

Voting Deadline - Sunday 23:59 PST

Line Limits - 16 - 48 Max can be higher if both agree

Voting - Must vote on 3 battles and post voting links in this thread, preferably all in one post.

If you don't vote on 3 battle you will be given a loss. If you lose by votes and don't vote on other battles you receive a one week suspension.

Topic

Good Luck @breathless @Split Eight

Split · 11-04-2013, 04:58 PM

k gl

breathless · 11-04-2013, 06:16 PM

Checkin in, good luck as well

breathless · 11-04-2013, 08:12 PM

I know, it's a hard decision, but it's all we have left dear.
I've sold the farm equipment, it's gone. There is no next year.
Yet this fall feels the best... It's weird.
No more toiling our lives away in soil that's lined with hay.

Looking at better horizons while the whethers just die and fade.
Floods of tears will only worry us once the other is gone.
What's unclear though, surely, is the smother of fog.
Our memories are distant, everything reminiscient
has become unsettling, inefficient for remembering.
So this is...
The present we have to live in for the moment, regifted.
I wish you would still know it once tomorrow's sun has risen.

But you won't, and that's okay...
just another day in the life of a bald rhymer.
I hope you can hear me everytime that I say:
I love you, my little old white haired wife with Alzheimer's.

Christ, if I wanted to, I could berate you,
for the curse of taking care to take care of you
I could repeat myself every hour as the rates grew.
Sometimes, I hate to say, but it's true,
the end might be the greatest news tonight.

You must be getting tired, you keep leaning closer.
Your head is growing too heavy on my feeble shoulder.
Plus, it's starting to get dark out, and what's more, you're cold.
Let's go inside, call it a night... my stories are told.

Move over a bit so I can get up and help you to your feet.
Honey...hey... Yoohoo...honey...
huhhh... My my, you're already asleep.

As he nudges her, she doesn't move...

and he finally breathes a sigh of relief.

11-04-2013, 04:51 PM	#1
Mike Wrecka WOW Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 3,591 Battle Record: 29-25 Champed - Writing Challenge League I Rep Power: 82779338	Week 7 - breathless (2-3) vs. Split Eight (2-1) - BREATHLESS WINS BY NO-SHOW Season 2 Rules Verse Due Date - Thursday 23:59 PST Voting Deadline - Sunday 23:59 PST Line Limits - 16 - 48 Max can be higher if both agree Voting - Must vote on 3 battles and post voting links in this thread, preferably all in one post. If you don't vote on 3 battle you will be given a loss. If you lose by votes and don't vote on other battles you receive a one week suspension. Topic Good Luck @breathless @Split Eight __________________ A.bove T.he R.est

11-04-2013, 04:58 PM	#2
Split . Join Date: Aug 2013 Posts: 8,898 Battle Record: 27-22 Rep Power: 85899398	k gl __________________ http://split8.yolasite.com

11-04-2013, 06:16 PM	#3
breathless Master of Beastiality Join Date: Sep 2013 Location: Lansing, Mi Posts: 368 Battle Record: 4-6 Rep Power: 0	Checkin in, good luck as well __________________ I used to be amazing... http://soundcloud.com/dancourser/sets

11-04-2013, 08:12 PM	#4
breathless Master of Beastiality Join Date: Sep 2013 Location: Lansing, Mi Posts: 368 Battle Record: 4-6 Rep Power: 0	Field of Dreams I know, it's a hard decision, but it's all we have left dear. I've sold the farm equipment, it's gone. There is no next year. Yet this fall feels the best... It's weird. No more toiling our lives away in soil that's lined with hay. Looking at better horizons while the whethers just die and fade. Floods of tears will only worry us once the other is gone. What's unclear though, surely, is the smother of fog. Our memories are distant, everything reminiscient has become unsettling, inefficient for remembering. So this is... The present we have to live in for the moment, regifted. I wish you would still know it once tomorrow's sun has risen. But you won't, and that's okay... just another day in the life of a bald rhymer. I hope you can hear me everytime that I say: I love you, my little old white haired wife with Alzheimer's. Christ, if I wanted to, I could berate you, for the curse of taking care to take care of you I could repeat myself every hour as the rates grew. Sometimes, I hate to say, but it's true, the end might be the greatest news tonight. You must be getting tired, you keep leaning closer. Your head is growing too heavy on my feeble shoulder. Plus, it's starting to get dark out, and what's more, you're cold. Let's go inside, call it a night... my stories are told. Move over a bit so I can get up and help you to your feet. Honey...hey... Yoohoo...honey... huhhh... My my, you're already asleep. As he nudges her, she doesn't move... and he finally breathes a sigh of relief. __________________ I used to be amazing... http://soundcloud.com/dancourser/sets Last edited by breathless; 11-04-2013 at 08:48 PM. Reason: got the itis...