WEEK SIXTEEN: SINACOG (0-7) vs BROKENHAL0 (7-6) DOUBLE DQ

Adverse · 08-12-2022, 01:10 PM

AOWL Season X FINAL WEEK

@Sinacog @brokenhal0
Verse Due: AUGUST 16TH @ 11:59PM EST

Line min: 10

Max: 40

Rules: http://www.netcees.org/showthread.php?t=150311

Topic:
YOU WILL BE CHOOSING YOUR OWN TOPIC THIS WEEK. It doesn’t matter what it is just stay within your line limit and have fun!

GOOD LUCK

Sinacog · 08-12-2022, 02:53 PM

My reason and purpose is buried deep in the furnace
it's a disease and what's worse is my beliefs tend to surface
with ease and it's worthless to try and appease them with sermons
because these heathens have burdens and I've seen them in person
demons in versions of things coveted leave them beaten and nervous
& bring legions of churchmen to redeem these lesions of curses
attacking the meek with all urges, temptations run high
as I look to the heavens and find a frustration spun sky
twisted clouds of rebuke form instant doubts from the Duke
as affliction waters generational sins which sprout from the youth
the mouth of the truth reprimands imprudence, as it's been forever planned
because if rebellion rebels rebellion then how can our nation ever stand?
it would never pan out, order must be in tact
justly and tracked back to when our authorities would discuss things in fact
there was no "he say, she say", the law was the law with no leeway
now our flaws can be re-worked over time like the draws of a weekday
I don't mean to preach and sound cliche, but our generation needs a replay
to stop people from getting blindsided from the back like a pause on the freeway
i'm at a loss for words each day, as I search for bravery among the cowardice
but in a fog of sourness all I see is static because I know that I'm powerless
fluorescent lights flicker as I pace the corridors of my mind
alienated since birth, I realize I'm just a foreigner by design
as I throw flames to the wreckage, burning graves into resin
i'm proclaming a message showcasing several days in a second
as we lay in depression, we're slaves to recession
and embracing the lessons only raises up questions
our traits leave a threat and our society breaks into sections
because there's no need for motivation when our fate is our weapon
so everyday is a second that we implore on for help
as we lace our boots to the floor we declare war on ourselves
this is our hell, appealing propaganda has lured logic to drown
preaching poison in our ears it's profound.. to hear how toxic it sounds

Unknown Tragedy

Gasoline spills as I drive home after a night of cheap thrills
waking up with deep chills and a hole in my head that only sleep fills
I try to keep still, any movement causes pain in my right brain
keeping my eyes closed tight because any eyestrain causes a migraine
but last night was amazing, worth every penny I spent
I vaguely remember all the beautiful women and the many I met
texts from my boys read "lmao, ur a fuckin trip bro"
which reminded me of throwing my high school rival's phone out the window
there were groups of nudists in rooms, and quite a few were on shrooms
some out of control roughnecks, which explains my bruises and wounds
I ran the table in beer pong, chanting my favorite college cheer song
& after I made the last cup I got laid by some chick wearing a clear thong
the music was blastin' loud, it was quite an active crowd
and the chubby girls from high school were fasting askin' proud, "who's laughin' now?"
it's all just a flash, but these memories are worth the vast suffering
as for the question you may ask, living fast IS all it's cracked up to be
just take a look at the media, it's all about winning your wealth
proving there's no truth to a higher being, so happiness lies within yourself

http://i52.tinypic.com/el3bbs.png

you've traveled the world with a destiny, in an attempt to leave a legacy
but it's time you open your eyes to deception & take a look at what's left to see
whether you've looked to the world as an idol, or a blood stained cross
this is where your train stops to show that you've been a victim of brainwash

brokenhal0 · 08-16-2022, 10:14 AM

''Waking Dreams In Walking Stages''

Standing on the edge of a cliff with the sun in his eyes
a pack of wolves chased Talco through the mountains
he had to run for his life
running out of breath through the mud and the vines
running out of space either he jumps or he dies
he picks up a crutch and swung it a couple of times edging forward
circling wolves snarling hunched over with yellow gunk in there eyes
Talco was born a warrior since birth he survived tumultuous times
Talco swung the crutch violently until his arms felt like fire inside
striking the alpha wolf on the skull as it took a ferocious bite
it started squealing like a baby when your not holding them right
shaking in fear as it's skull got spiked Talco screamed to the pack run for you life!
the wolf pack huddled back frozen in fright
the alpha wolf whimpers as it limped away with it's tail rolled in it's thighs.

Talco was a warrior but no killer inside a crippled architect who draws on the
feelings that rise a teenage gamer keeping the kills in his mind
he built a island all for himself with it's own hills he could climb
an island filled with creatures of the most mysterious kind.

Talco frequently floats with the angler fish they had human heads
attached to there spines cosmic dust falls on pomegranate trees three miles high
a 4 headed dwarf sweating from the heat riding on the back of a deer
peels a tangerine while sipping his chrysanthemum beer
rabbits with torso's of dogs hop out hollowed holes where the mole octopus hide
the angler fish lived under the ocean and sang to the black dolphins that swam with the tides
these dolphins from above looked like the shadows of angels
for all the lost fishes to find.

Talco dreamed of girls in the ocean made from the scars and cuts on his sides
operations incomplete shitty surgeons left his legs mush for the time
the girls lived in the swamps - in huts they would hide
completely naked nothing to cover there prize , uncover your eyes
her skin glowed radon emerald curves are divine , the woman scurried around cauldrons
currying giblets of swine in vinegar pints
coconut oil on there breast made jesuits repent to the vision of christ
the scent from the clay mounds smells like licorice thyme
the clay from which the huts are made smell like lemon meringue pie
it reminds Talco of that same one he get's from 7-11 for a dollar ninety five
there beauty was deepened by the chia pet like moss growing behind there thighs.

Talco was living in a world of images none could define
the blurr between reality and fantasy would cause others to bug and resign
he never sleeps in bed he reclines in the corner and hums in his mind
every dawn at the lake Talco sits on his bed and watches the suns when they rise
bats the size of vultures flying over thunderous skies sting ray headed foxes
float in circumference near the prairie dogs cave the scent of canary grass
releases a earthy taste soil wilting under its weight florescent soil forever faint
amphibious bugs crawl from the sea foam just to eat sea turtle eggs.

Suddenly he hears his door open... Talco wake up it's late!!
'' He's was dreaming again'' Talco says 'thanks grand pa' I forgot schools today
can you get my crutches they are leaning near the vase
Talco needs to find his candle it's a tremulous task
to rush to the bathroom to bathe quickly and wipe the shit off his ass
he has polio the alley way cats love to crawl under his legs
everyday when he takes out the trash
his grandfather jerry would sit him in front of the stoop on the sunniest days
and say sunny just be happy even if you throw your money away make it last
Talco had a sense of humor calling himself gumby with legs
a wheel chair strapped to his heart but his smile was never bent out of shape
in our world his dreams are steel beams screws and crutches for faith.

Talcos done getting dressed and brushing his teeth
He still wishes he could wiggle his feet in his wheelchair still present
but hovering over a different street in a world not his own
same rhythms just a different beat
the black cat in the alleyway follows him from a fence keeping its distance
it's vision intense always keeping a eye on Talco amidst his expense rolling his wheels
thinking nothing of it smiling at passengers waiting for the buses
busy people living boring lives to appease the public
Talco crossed the intersection near the junction as something caught his eyes
unbeknownst to Talco the black cat followed close behind in the laurel bushes
Talco wheeled into this parking lot full of greenery the scene was luscious.

It reminded him of his dream he leaned closer and tried to touch it
instantly he was consumed by tree limbs that reached out in clutches

Talco screamed grabbing the side of his seat instinctively for his crutches
before he could reach the bottom of the stairs his ears start buzzing
with no where to go
he wheeled his chair slowly into the rose thorn brushes
and to his amazement brooklyn suddenly became a world it wasn't.

Foggy mountains appeared in a distant haze
3 moons rotating in the night sky clouds the color of pigeons legs
burnt hues veer through the skylines Talco wiped the dirt off his face
noticing his braces by his side not attached to his legs
Talco adjusted his glasses and the black cat appeared near his waist
he thought about screaming for help but he stood up thinking wow
what a ride with out struggle pulling out a book of matches
he lights a candle in the dark to see what this jungle hides
crawling through the wooded leafs Talco is tied into rooted dreams
suddenly he feels his legs for once a feeling that wouldn't leave
he makes out a cabin in the distance could it be?
exalted he starts standing straight on gilded knees
he starts sprinting toward the cabin he could feel the breeze
if this is real as it gets then he still believes.

Suddenly he sees the naked woman cooking in his dreams
chanting in a prayer circle dancing near a pyre a figure shaped like grandpa jerry
was disappearing in a fire what a odd scene it took him by surprise look what he desired
as he got closer a french braided stallion appeared
it had ropes of gold around it's neck and ruby medallions on it's ears
sprinting up the trail Talco felt like he can run for years
he hopped on its back and rode the horse down the grass
vultures over head with the heads of bats laughed like hyenas laying in bed with rats
field mice with ears the size of pears tiny children digging in trash even Talcos
world had its differences nothing will forever last.

He looked at his wheel chair and laughed jumping doing flips and flares
i wouldn't go back to my old life for a million years
then he thought about grandpa Jerry and that was something he couldn't bare
a life of dreams are easy for one who shouldn't care
going back to his only family who struggles for all those years
to put him in his chair only to spare kingship on his island bed
standing straight yet falling down the spiral stairs.

Talco screamed take me back the scream pierced his ears
suddenly he shot back through the roses in a bushwick garden near a sears
joy filled his heart his eyes full of tears in the parking lot disoriented he awoke
falling over in his crooked chair the black cat licking his nose a seizure or a scare
I supposed walking in dreams requires skills to share but Talco rather limp for a day then live 1 hour in 7 million years....

Adverse · 08-18-2022, 01:03 AM

Line limit was 40 you bipedal fuckwads

DOUBLE DQ

08-12-2022, 01:10 PM	#1
Adverse low tide in serotonin bay Join Date: Jul 2013 Posts: 2,752 Battle Record: 37-28 Champed - GWL Picture Challenge - Guerrilla Writing League - Black August II Rep Power: 15446146	WEEK SIXTEEN: SINACOG (0-7) vs BROKENHAL0 (7-6) DOUBLE DQ AOWL Season X FINAL WEEK @Sinacog @brokenhal0 Verse Due: AUGUST 16TH @ 11:59PM EST Line min: 10 Max: 40 Rules: http://www.netcees.org/showthread.php?t=150311 Topic: YOU WILL BE CHOOSING YOUR OWN TOPIC THIS WEEK. It doesn’t matter what it is just stay within your line limit and have fun! GOOD LUCK Last edited by Adverse; 08-12-2022 at 09:58 PM.

08-16-2022, 10:14 AM	#3
brokenhal0 Senior Member Join Date: Jun 2013 Posts: 523 Battle Record: 12-12=4 Champed - AOWL Season IX Rep Power: 3891097	''Waking Dreams In Walking Stages'' Standing on the edge of a cliff with the sun in his eyes a pack of wolves chased Talco through the mountains he had to run for his life running out of breath through the mud and the vines running out of space either he jumps or he dies he picks up a crutch and swung it a couple of times edging forward circling wolves snarling hunched over with yellow gunk in there eyes Talco was born a warrior since birth he survived tumultuous times Talco swung the crutch violently until his arms felt like fire inside striking the alpha wolf on the skull as it took a ferocious bite it started squealing like a baby when your not holding them right shaking in fear as it's skull got spiked Talco screamed to the pack run for you life! the wolf pack huddled back frozen in fright the alpha wolf whimpers as it limped away with it's tail rolled in it's thighs. Talco was a warrior but no killer inside a crippled architect who draws on the feelings that rise a teenage gamer keeping the kills in his mind he built a island all for himself with it's own hills he could climb an island filled with creatures of the most mysterious kind. Talco frequently floats with the angler fish they had human heads attached to there spines cosmic dust falls on pomegranate trees three miles high a 4 headed dwarf sweating from the heat riding on the back of a deer peels a tangerine while sipping his chrysanthemum beer rabbits with torso's of dogs hop out hollowed holes where the mole octopus hide the angler fish lived under the ocean and sang to the black dolphins that swam with the tides these dolphins from above looked like the shadows of angels for all the lost fishes to find. Talco dreamed of girls in the ocean made from the scars and cuts on his sides operations incomplete shitty surgeons left his legs mush for the time the girls lived in the swamps - in huts they would hide completely naked nothing to cover there prize , uncover your eyes her skin glowed radon emerald curves are divine , the woman scurried around cauldrons currying giblets of swine in vinegar pints coconut oil on there breast made jesuits repent to the vision of christ the scent from the clay mounds smells like licorice thyme the clay from which the huts are made smell like lemon meringue pie it reminds Talco of that same one he get's from 7-11 for a dollar ninety five there beauty was deepened by the chia pet like moss growing behind there thighs. Talco was living in a world of images none could define the blurr between reality and fantasy would cause others to bug and resign he never sleeps in bed he reclines in the corner and hums in his mind every dawn at the lake Talco sits on his bed and watches the suns when they rise bats the size of vultures flying over thunderous skies sting ray headed foxes float in circumference near the prairie dogs cave the scent of canary grass releases a earthy taste soil wilting under its weight florescent soil forever faint amphibious bugs crawl from the sea foam just to eat sea turtle eggs. Suddenly he hears his door open... Talco wake up it's late!! '' He's was dreaming again'' Talco says 'thanks grand pa' I forgot schools today can you get my crutches they are leaning near the vase Talco needs to find his candle it's a tremulous task to rush to the bathroom to bathe quickly and wipe the shit off his ass he has polio the alley way cats love to crawl under his legs everyday when he takes out the trash his grandfather jerry would sit him in front of the stoop on the sunniest days and say sunny just be happy even if you throw your money away make it last Talco had a sense of humor calling himself gumby with legs a wheel chair strapped to his heart but his smile was never bent out of shape in our world his dreams are steel beams screws and crutches for faith. Talcos done getting dressed and brushing his teeth He still wishes he could wiggle his feet in his wheelchair still present but hovering over a different street in a world not his own same rhythms just a different beat the black cat in the alleyway follows him from a fence keeping its distance it's vision intense always keeping a eye on Talco amidst his expense rolling his wheels thinking nothing of it smiling at passengers waiting for the buses busy people living boring lives to appease the public Talco crossed the intersection near the junction as something caught his eyes unbeknownst to Talco the black cat followed close behind in the laurel bushes Talco wheeled into this parking lot full of greenery the scene was luscious. It reminded him of his dream he leaned closer and tried to touch it instantly he was consumed by tree limbs that reached out in clutches Talco screamed grabbing the side of his seat instinctively for his crutches before he could reach the bottom of the stairs his ears start buzzing with no where to go he wheeled his chair slowly into the rose thorn brushes and to his amazement brooklyn suddenly became a world it wasn't. Foggy mountains appeared in a distant haze 3 moons rotating in the night sky clouds the color of pigeons legs burnt hues veer through the skylines Talco wiped the dirt off his face noticing his braces by his side not attached to his legs Talco adjusted his glasses and the black cat appeared near his waist he thought about screaming for help but he stood up thinking wow what a ride with out struggle pulling out a book of matches he lights a candle in the dark to see what this jungle hides crawling through the wooded leafs Talco is tied into rooted dreams suddenly he feels his legs for once a feeling that wouldn't leave he makes out a cabin in the distance could it be? exalted he starts standing straight on gilded knees he starts sprinting toward the cabin he could feel the breeze if this is real as it gets then he still believes. Suddenly he sees the naked woman cooking in his dreams chanting in a prayer circle dancing near a pyre a figure shaped like grandpa jerry was disappearing in a fire what a odd scene it took him by surprise look what he desired as he got closer a french braided stallion appeared it had ropes of gold around it's neck and ruby medallions on it's ears sprinting up the trail Talco felt like he can run for years he hopped on its back and rode the horse down the grass vultures over head with the heads of bats laughed like hyenas laying in bed with rats field mice with ears the size of pears tiny children digging in trash even Talcos world had its differences nothing will forever last. He looked at his wheel chair and laughed jumping doing flips and flares i wouldn't go back to my old life for a million years then he thought about grandpa Jerry and that was something he couldn't bare a life of dreams are easy for one who shouldn't care going back to his only family who struggles for all those years to put him in his chair only to spare kingship on his island bed standing straight yet falling down the spiral stairs. Talco screamed take me back the scream pierced his ears suddenly he shot back through the roses in a bushwick garden near a sears joy filled his heart his eyes full of tears in the parking lot disoriented he awoke falling over in his crooked chair the black cat licking his nose a seizure or a scare I supposed walking in dreams requires skills to share but Talco rather limp for a day then live 1 hour in 7 million years.... Last edited by brokenhal0; 08-17-2022 at 08:37 AM.

08-12-2022, 02:53 PM	#2
Sinacog R.Killsbury 3000 Join Date: Dec 2018 Posts: 2,299 Battle Record: 4-25 Rep Power: 8129215	My reason and purpose is buried deep in the furnace it's a disease and what's worse is my beliefs tend to surface with ease and it's worthless to try and appease them with sermons because these heathens have burdens and I've seen them in person demons in versions of things coveted leave them beaten and nervous & bring legions of churchmen to redeem these lesions of curses attacking the meek with all urges, temptations run high as I look to the heavens and find a frustration spun sky twisted clouds of rebuke form instant doubts from the Duke as affliction waters generational sins which sprout from the youth the mouth of the truth reprimands imprudence, as it's been forever planned because if rebellion rebels rebellion then how can our nation ever stand? it would never pan out, order must be in tact justly and tracked back to when our authorities would discuss things in fact there was no "he say, she say", the law was the law with no leeway now our flaws can be re-worked over time like the draws of a weekday I don't mean to preach and sound cliche, but our generation needs a replay to stop people from getting blindsided from the back like a pause on the freeway i'm at a loss for words each day, as I search for bravery among the cowardice but in a fog of sourness all I see is static because I know that I'm powerless fluorescent lights flicker as I pace the corridors of my mind alienated since birth, I realize I'm just a foreigner by design as I throw flames to the wreckage, burning graves into resin i'm proclaming a message showcasing several days in a second as we lay in depression, we're slaves to recession and embracing the lessons only raises up questions our traits leave a threat and our society breaks into sections because there's no need for motivation when our fate is our weapon so everyday is a second that we implore on for help as we lace our boots to the floor we declare war on ourselves this is our hell, appealing propaganda has lured logic to drown preaching poison in our ears it's profound.. to hear how toxic it sounds Unknown Tragedy Gasoline spills as I drive home after a night of cheap thrills waking up with deep chills and a hole in my head that only sleep fills I try to keep still, any movement causes pain in my right brain keeping my eyes closed tight because any eyestrain causes a migraine but last night was amazing, worth every penny I spent I vaguely remember all the beautiful women and the many I met texts from my boys read "lmao, ur a fuckin trip bro" which reminded me of throwing my high school rival's phone out the window there were groups of nudists in rooms, and quite a few were on shrooms some out of control roughnecks, which explains my bruises and wounds I ran the table in beer pong, chanting my favorite college cheer song & after I made the last cup I got laid by some chick wearing a clear thong the music was blastin' loud, it was quite an active crowd and the chubby girls from high school were fasting askin' proud, "who's laughin' now?" it's all just a flash, but these memories are worth the vast suffering as for the question you may ask, living fast IS all it's cracked up to be just take a look at the media, it's all about winning your wealth proving there's no truth to a higher being, so happiness lies within yourself http://i52.tinypic.com/el3bbs.png you've traveled the world with a destiny, in an attempt to leave a legacy but it's time you open your eyes to deception & take a look at what's left to see whether you've looked to the world as an idol, or a blood stained cross this is where your train stops to show that you've been a victim of brainwash

08-18-2022, 01:03 AM	#4
Adverse low tide in serotonin bay Join Date: Jul 2013 Posts: 2,752 Battle Record: 37-28 Champed - GWL Picture Challenge - Guerrilla Writing League - Black August II Rep Power: 15446146	Line limit was 40 you bipedal fuckwads DOUBLE DQ