AOWL Week 10: Mike Wrecka (5-4) VS. Nigma (4-3) [NIGMA WINS, 8-2.]

Nigma · 04-23-2013, 11:17 PM

Those Shaky Spirit Days
“In preparing... I have always found that plans are useless, but planning is indispensable.”

Yes, I intended that you'd read this.. Wait

These demon creatures team as mates
Creators scheme to break us
Plan to place us beasts in cages
Then our dreamscape changes
Can't e-scape each others gazes hey?
At first it feels so great
But then it causes grief and takes off
Hung unseen beneath the shade
If we went to reach this day,
I know we won't, which seems okay
But to go and see, to know completely
Don't it seem so great? Would this stoic ego break?
Will the seeds of change grow or freeze in place?
Too cold for me to say, suppose the moment leaped away...
Mold off green, decay and fade into diseased mistakes
But will the gold retreat to grey?
Will the cold impeach the rays?
I hold the key to free the slave
But do I leave this cage or re-chain Django and plead my case?
Do I believe in fate? Maybe she's my lady
Baby, I need you.. What, no, we agreed to break up
Said our feelings changed, that's strange though
I remained faithful in case we were to be complete again
Since lately I'm thinking it would feel so great to see your face
Embrace you, quiet your fears and wipe your tears away
But face it, we're weird again and each have careers to chase
So here's to dreary days awake and trapped in the passed re-enacted
Can't just grab the nearest plane or path to craft my advancement
Can't just take a gal and fly away the way Aladdin did Jasmine
We agreed to scrap it, won't tamper the plans
Since interacting in the past wouldn't actually happen
If planning to plan wasn't planned in advance hmm?
That's that, happy packing, with good there is bad
You can't, in person, gather your words when you have to
Then in text you go berserk, end up burstin and spazzin
Talkin personal matters you don't dare blurt when we're gathered
And if I don't reply the words you imagine, the worst of infractions
Immersed in more drama than rehearsals for acting
Thoughts to flourish, abandoned, nah survive by a thread
Alive but the purpose is shattered, a worthless cadaver
No time to waste in days you aren't sure are your last
Maybe work our way past with encouraging laughter
We strayed away from mundane, all I'm sure of is that...
I stepped inside the cage one way and emerged a new man
What I learned in the shackles was worth the entrapment
It's that plans don't have to be perfect to have them

04-23-2013, 11:17 PM	#4
Nigma The COAT... Join Date: Jan 2013 Location: BC, Canada Posts: 1,723 Battle Record: 28-20 Champed - Art of Writing League (x3) Rep Power: 4595813	Those Shaky Spirit Days Those Shaky Spirit Days “In preparing... I have always found that plans are useless, but planning is indispensable.” Yes, I intended that you'd read this.. Wait These demon creatures team as mates Creators scheme to break us Plan to place us beasts in cages Then our dreamscape changes Can't e-scape each others gazes hey? At first it feels so great But then it causes grief and takes off Hung unseen beneath the shade If we went to reach this day, I know we won't, which seems okay But to go and see, to know completely Don't it seem so great? Would this stoic ego break? Will the seeds of change grow or freeze in place? Too cold for me to say, suppose the moment leaped away... Mold off green, decay and fade into diseased mistakes But will the gold retreat to grey? Will the cold impeach the rays? I hold the key to free the slave But do I leave this cage or re-chain Django and plead my case? Do I believe in fate? Maybe she's my lady Baby, I need you.. What, no, we agreed to break up Said our feelings changed, that's strange though I remained faithful in case we were to be complete again Since lately I'm thinking it would feel so great to see your face Embrace you, quiet your fears and wipe your tears away But face it, we're weird again and each have careers to chase So here's to dreary days awake and trapped in the passed re-enacted Can't just grab the nearest plane or path to craft my advancement Can't just take a gal and fly away the way Aladdin did Jasmine We agreed to scrap it, won't tamper the plans Since interacting in the past wouldn't actually happen If planning to plan wasn't planned in advance hmm? That's that, happy packing, with good there is bad You can't, in person, gather your words when you have to Then in text you go berserk, end up burstin and spazzin Talkin personal matters you don't dare blurt when we're gathered And if I don't reply the words you imagine, the worst of infractions Immersed in more drama than rehearsals for acting Thoughts to flourish, abandoned, nah survive by a thread Alive but the purpose is shattered, a worthless cadaver No time to waste in days you aren't sure are your last Maybe work our way past with encouraging laughter We strayed away from mundane, all I'm sure of is that... I stepped inside the cage one way and emerged a new man What I learned in the shackles was worth the entrapment It's that plans don't have to be perfect to have them