Week 3 - breathless (0-1) vs. Innovator (0-2) - INNOVATOR WINS 7-5

Inno · 10-10-2013, 10:26 PM

Callus fingertips misplace the skin it leaves behind
the aroma seeps, so thick its visible through a pin head’s spine
climbing, the wretched stench covers the layers of the sun
culminates at the tip of my thumb
humming at my eardrums with an angels harp
despair feathered from the skies in water shards
Pressed against my blood the floor colder than ice
spacious with echoes, no one’s been here in nights
the sun in hibernation all the time, while the moon
plays to an empty crowds eye, setting a empty mood
the spaces between the hills feels like a life time
and the touching of the air is something I disguise
black nights that spill over in a countless effort
fearing the shadows, clinging to the edges like sport
the thickness of the breeze is almost a substance
as the black uses it as sustenance
and why not..its in abundance, a perpetual dance.
But thats perspective in a glance

beauty in the beholder
ill hold the city up with my shoulders
cleaning every boulder
spit shining the grass that border
fine tuning its song within every chord
composing the shore.

My home needs acceptance from a familiar audience
A native son familiar to the hills and the river
Ill be the bravest one as the land breaks in fevers
I have an honest intent to repent the rains trying descend
the city never looked so innocent, the trees never smelled better
the rain never wetter, the water full of flavor.
the flowers feel vibrant and vivid in the dark.
I can see the smell…I can taste the bees.

shes still beautiful to me.

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10-10-2013, 10:26 PM	#3
Inno Ad mini tator Join Date: Feb 2013 Posts: 10,025 Battle Record: 26-54 Champed - Lime Green Poetry Association - Black August - 1-2 Punch League Rep Power: 85899403	Callus fingertips misplace the skin it leaves behind the aroma seeps, so thick its visible through a pin head’s spine climbing, the wretched stench covers the layers of the sun culminates at the tip of my thumb humming at my eardrums with an angels harp despair feathered from the skies in water shards Pressed against my blood the floor colder than ice spacious with echoes, no one’s been here in nights the sun in hibernation all the time, while the moon plays to an empty crowds eye, setting a empty mood the spaces between the hills feels like a life time and the touching of the air is something I disguise black nights that spill over in a countless effort fearing the shadows, clinging to the edges like sport the thickness of the breeze is almost a substance as the black uses it as sustenance and why not..its in abundance, a perpetual dance. But thats perspective in a glance beauty in the beholder ill hold the city up with my shoulders cleaning every boulder spit shining the grass that border fine tuning its song within every chord composing the shore. My home needs acceptance from a familiar audience A native son familiar to the hills and the river Ill be the bravest one as the land breaks in fevers I have an honest intent to repent the rains trying descend the city never looked so innocent, the trees never smelled better the rain never wetter, the water full of flavor. the flowers feel vibrant and vivid in the dark. I can see the smell…I can taste the bees. shes still beautiful to me. http://netcees.co/showthread.php?t=23374 http://netcees.co/showthread.php?t=23380 http://netcees.co/showthread.php?t=23372 Last edited by Inno; 10-13-2013 at 02:00 PM.

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