01-30-2018, 10:05 AM | #1 |
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Write Week 7!!!!!!! Directions inside for newbs!
Deadline: 11:59 P.M. Pacific, Tuesday Feb 6th, 16 line max, one entry per person.
Winner receives an accomplishment. Based on original content, flow, rhyme complexity, and relation to the subject. Everyone writes.based on this image and drops there rhymes in this thread. After the deadline voting will commence. Everyone who dropped a verse HAS TO VOTE.. & You CAN NOT vote for YOURSELF. No signups neccessary. Just drop 16 lines.
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02-03-2018, 09:26 AM | #2 |
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It was the fear of the razor veneer that serrated her tears
her peers in the basement let out their jeers of amazement because their ethereal matron was basically fierce It appeared as a waste when she'd face them with shears or use garden tools; this hardened, cruel, persuasive dhampir Being chained to the furnace deteriorated their will and, estranged of their purpose, they debated 'self kill' But their rage could smelt steal, and they learned, with such dread that their 'mother' had kidnapped them, and decided to murk her instead internal distress, bloody murder - revenge?! the pale, handcuffed children sat in procession like some church of the dead Cursing whatever foul source gave birth to her head while some were resolute about their plan, an influx of nervousness spread but together, they reached consensus. They'd search for keys... to turn them free and salvage the spines left from their burning leaves |
02-06-2018, 07:22 AM | #3 |
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The Anne Frank Tree
Dear diary, I’ve been awoken by the whistling birds.
Now my opened eyes are beginning to lurk, as they blissfully chirp around our chestnut tree. Just thinking of words as I inspect the scene. To express my glee of a wondrous sight. It sets us free from the thunder at night. Under the covers we’d hide to weather the storms from the dozens of fighters checking the floors. Heading towards us as the panic hits. Hunting the rest of us all in those frantic blitz In an annexe in which we’d hide in closets But it’s a small attic window that provides a solace. Things I have noticed and was quick to denote. Supplies a promise with a glimmer of hope. The gift of a home and omitting one’s sorrow Living in optimism with the promise of tomorrow – August 3rd 1944 |
02-06-2018, 12:41 PM | #4 |
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Genocides Faggot Tree
It's embodied by the man himself, rough around the edges, and at a loss to understand why I cut him down; defenceless. There's nothing there of merit, just a shell of a man who'll never flourish into anything beside an empty and bland entity standing opened-armed to embrace opportunities missed. Appendages hanging solemnly while the loser within refuses to give his all as his only chance is waning never moving an inch toward his own goals or aspirations. His own procrastination overshadows his body of work and holds him back from greatness. It's what he deserves. Every knot is a turning point he refused to acknowledge each notch a recurring scar in a suture symbolic of his muted responses to falling apart at the seams. To be brutally honest, I'd rather he leave. The bark has depleted and you've grown absurd to me so until you start to see reason, farewell my old adversary.
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02-06-2018, 12:55 PM | #5 |
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Stiff as a board, its hard to get those ligaments warm
Her crotch is a forest, housing every wasp as it swarms She stands tall, a monster, been raped, but not with a dick Axe to her head, for baseball bats and popsickle sticks Just stop with the shit, for every homes built from her bones Lumber jacks tear'r down, drive 12 penny nails thru her soul Her knobby legs bowed, as shes left with knotts in her flesh Knocked to the floor and walked accross, the hobbies of men Probably bent, yet and still, there she lyes, just as beautiful now As she was in the wild, before we all put our boots to her mouth Just imagjne her roots, a family tree, strong, passionate, sweet Growing smaller & smaller, until shes forced to crash in the street How sultry we act, taken for granted, by the saw or an axe Teeth tear ino flesh, burning bridges, im uphauled by the act
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02-06-2018, 11:40 PM | #6 |
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These are masculine times, left brain action aligned
with pathogens combined as the hypothalamus declines. It's tragic, a sign; the roots are dry and branches are bare the death of a goddess, the sudden end of her kindness and care. Within the spirit of man lies a darkness, savageness flared in it's wake anger, violence and sadness is scarce. She's raped, torn and forgotten, her body rots and decays she's no longer equal- only exists to submit herself as a slave. But lo' and behold, times are changing, there's a shift in the age the pineal activated, awakened- she's breaking the chains. Bringing the pain, sweet revenge to those who fought and opposed reality's a bitch when you're getting fucked even though her legs are closed. This is hidden knowledge and power for those with eyes open to seek, who can see beyond the fallacies the weak constantly speak, whose third eye shines the most and the fire within rises and reaches it's peak, those who can decipher this verse & understand that the imagery is really more than a tree.... peace.
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02-07-2018, 01:03 AM | #7 |
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Too many things on her mind
Life is hard Nobody care bout her Nobody call her Sitting here in cold world Trying to figure out what went wrong But she stay strong Things not going right But she don't give up Pray to heal the pain inside her She breathing here Till she set free Go through the trees Now she succeed No more strife Went on her knees and thank the Lord for making this far |
02-07-2018, 07:53 PM | #8 |
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Did u know, in Southeast Asia, tree barks are a deli***y
properly prepped, the smell is unique. Grounded curry with a light scent of lemon. A squeeze. Not too much ‘cause the true punch rests in the subtle mix of cayenne and fermented beans 2013, I remember visiting motherland. The local tastes disgusted me But momma said “it’s the soul, not the recipe” Ahhhh “soul food”, I get it. But I’d soon find myself in tune to the pkar roots and mangosteen Desserts were rice steamed in banana leaves. Fuck a spoon, finger food all day. We like to stay in touch. The ballad of evening was humdrum. With the occasional overture of forest geese. They’re noisy. Streets paved and poised in red layers of storied sentiments. Seventy-five was a far cry; in war you’ll find peace is posthumous. So we don’t accept Jesus. God exists, to be fair. How else would we harvest fish, right? Tonight i dine on the Mekong. Four courses and night shade As motherland serves her soul with brevity and light squeeze of lemon that life gave Last edited by Sammy; 02-08-2018 at 08:28 AM. |
02-07-2018, 11:04 PM | #9 |
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"Gaea's Form"
Dangling eve- a tangle of seams hang in the breeze, Once a place of reprieve now birds no longer play with the bees. Men raping the green. Inflating. taped off the scene- By greater machines; hard times call for exchanging the rings. For paper & shaped figurines. I live off borrowing time, Tomorrow just died so a scent of death fills the air of what's hollow inside. But I remain strong, n its why nature is heeding my call If I fall in the woods... only sounds heard are grinding teeth of a saw. Leaping leaves in the fall, stripped bare to some lovers Even the hearts carved in my bark turned dark and never recovered Gods a fraud! He's useless. Branches held knotted nooses, Swaying bodies; gruesome. Assisted more suicides than docs prosecuted Logs uprooted. My children grew up to leave daddy Before they left sewn their wild oats. I raised the seed sapplings Be happy. Were all born witha dream, more than it seems Cause I'm just a muse of human condition & took it's form within me Last edited by Saint; 02-08-2018 at 07:42 AM. |
02-07-2018, 11:54 PM | #10 |
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so what if she follows the lies n swallows her pride cuz the rough edges only make her more hollow inside she seen where it was leadin next as she grabs his galaxy 3 n checks scrollin thru deleted texts shes forced to see pictures of sum heated sex tears form n they drop, her hearts in her throat n its caught him cheatin was no more than a thought, sooo much for hopin hes not now shes full of doubt n distress her heart poundin in n out of her chest thinkin her hairs such a mess n knowin he wont come out n confess she plays the scene in her mind, looks around at what shes leavin behind knowin the grief over time will buckle her from the knee to the spine she knew this day wuld come, she was just a virgin n young whether u stay or u run, who's to say that either way isnt dumb she hears him cut off the shower n she starts to sit up in her seat her heart pumps n it beats she swallows back the lump n she speaks.. then he walks up n plants a kiss plump on her cheek. so what if she follows the lies, n swallows her pride cuz the rough edges only make her more hollow inside Last edited by Nick James; 02-08-2018 at 03:02 AM. |
02-08-2018, 12:32 PM | #11 |
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closed.for.votes.closed.for.votes.closed.for.votes .closed.for.votes
Im gonna close this and let the voting commence since we have 9 solid showings now @Vulgar @MMLP @sraL @King Ra. @Sunny @Sammy @Infiltration @Unemployed Each of the writers are expected to vote on someone other than yourself. Thanks for a good turn out here guys. Lets try to get this closed as quickly as possible. closed for.votes.closed.for.votes.closed.for.votes.closed .for.votes
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-A.bove T.he R.est Last edited by Geno; 02-08-2018 at 12:52 PM. |
02-08-2018, 12:42 PM | #12 |
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...i got @Sammy in here this week.
In at #2 i got @Vulgar And at #3 i got @King Ra. No need to vote on a 2nd 3rd or any other place only the winner recieves an accomplishment. I just think its cool to let the top 3 imo know where they stand.. Thought sammy's take on the pic was really unique and the writing was well crafted and original. Well done sammy.
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02-08-2018, 12:54 PM | #13 |
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Everyone did spectacular job with the flow
Lyrics go with topic All entertaining to me Very strong & powerful verses Vote Genocide |
02-08-2018, 02:40 PM | #14 |
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vote - infilitration
felt his rhyme scheme expressed the emotion n conveyed his mssg a bit better than the rest good read from everybody tho |
02-08-2018, 03:25 PM | #15 |
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So its ..
sammy 1 Geno 1 Infiltration 1 Need votes from the rest of the participanta. ..also would be great to have some outside votes to @MMLP @sraL @Vulgar @Infiltration @King Ra. @Sammy @other members pls. A simple vote cast would be awesome. Keep it short and sweet or detailed if you like. Just cast a vote and i will gladly reapond to any link dropped with it if you wish. Thanks in advance.. @Mr. J @dead man @big baby @Ghost 1 @Aero @ill nik-A @Chill Phil @ACTIVATE SELF @VersAstYLe @2tripple0 @Elemental P @Witty @eng @Lyriscologist @dull boy @Sovereign @Silver @Victor @Hush @veritas @roast king @anyone else im missing @wasim @Innovator @WRATH @Jay Welsh @The Dead Poet @boof @kempo mrk @Fart @$chein dolla $ign
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02-08-2018, 04:16 PM | #16 |
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Sammy is a beast yo.
Out maneuvered even vulgar the vet. V- sammy |
02-08-2018, 04:47 PM | #17 |
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Sammy 2
Geno 1 Infiltration 1
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02-08-2018, 05:44 PM | #18 |
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I enjoyed reading everyone's verses, some really dope writers graced us with some cool, fresh material. My vote goes to @Unemployed. His story wasn't complex and as detailed as some of the other participants, but the simplicity of his story (a woman who is dealing with a cheating partner) and the flow was pretty smooth and connected, and I really liked how he ended with the same two lines from the beginning, flipped. That was clever.
Big ups to everyone though.
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02-08-2018, 06:47 PM | #19 |
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V/ unemployed. The writing itself was mediocre but the angle separated it from all the Mother Earth/Mother Nature stuff that everyone ran with.
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