Week 4: Jesodist & Godcomplex vs. Adonis & Zee Dee (TIED

asylum · 03-28-2016, 01:04 AM

Adonis
Topic: Write about something ugly — war, fear, hate, or cruelty–but find the beauty (silver lining) in it.

Mark was a strange youth, socially awkward
A comic book recluse with horrible posture
At home within fiction - traversing a mind
Lost in the caverns amiss of sunshine
Two laces short of a set
A pair of Jordans where Jumpman’s facing the left
A screw or two loose in terms of emotion
As he grew, so too his abusive devotion
Started with ants but soon matured to a being
This need of excitement stemmed from his dreams
Reality infused imagination
This young sprat grew in maturation
Expanding tendencies to habits
Where actions lay waste in malpractice
One morning his demons opened the gates,
Though he loved, he’d bring this evil down to his grave
Mark watched her at the bar, tossing them back
Already with DUI, she saw merit in walking her path
So… Down a poorly lit alley she sang, jingling keys
But he inched near too loud as she reached for some peace
A single muzzle flash reflects off the walls
Mark’s beating heart thumped down to a stall

…

Darkness devours
Every speckle of light retreats in a cower
I enter the scene; slithering silent
A black cloak masking chivalrous violence
“Mark, do you know who I am?
Why, I’m that traveling wind
Passing chills down a spine overpowering limbs
Leaving hair raised, changing color to a powdery print
I’m the Dark Knight, the Yang to what’s angelic
The gavel of justice punching holes in your ballot
We’ll have a swell time, but then again, time no longer exists
Please, sit. Enjoy torture, my only real gift
They say beauty’s in the eye of the beholder,
so please, allow me your gaze as a coaster
Your hands are covered in dirt
Bodies buried as you muffled each smirk
But now it’s your turn to be shoveling worth
For century’s, each victim can cock back till your fucking nuts burst
Most people assume I love slowly killing off souls
Au Contraire, your life has earned you constant filling of polls
I am death, destroyer of globes
Sadistic; But I’m the silver lining exposed"

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03-28-2016, 01:04 AM	#1
asylum Senior Member Join Date: Sep 2014 Posts: 999 Battle Record: 7-5 Rep Power: 8214211	Adonis Topic: Write about something ugly — war, fear, hate, or cruelty–but find the beauty (silver lining) in it. Mark was a strange youth, socially awkward A comic book recluse with horrible posture At home within fiction - traversing a mind Lost in the caverns amiss of sunshine Two laces short of a set A pair of Jordans where Jumpman’s facing the left A screw or two loose in terms of emotion As he grew, so too his abusive devotion Started with ants but soon matured to a being This need of excitement stemmed from his dreams Reality infused imagination This young sprat grew in maturation Expanding tendencies to habits Where actions lay waste in malpractice One morning his demons opened the gates, Though he loved, he’d bring this evil down to his grave Mark watched her at the bar, tossing them back Already with DUI, she saw merit in walking her path So… Down a poorly lit alley she sang, jingling keys But he inched near too loud as she reached for some peace A single muzzle flash reflects off the walls Mark’s beating heart thumped down to a stall … Darkness devours Every speckle of light retreats in a cower I enter the scene; slithering silent A black cloak masking chivalrous violence “Mark, do you know who I am? Why, I’m that traveling wind Passing chills down a spine overpowering limbs Leaving hair raised, changing color to a powdery print I’m the Dark Knight, the Yang to what’s angelic The gavel of justice punching holes in your ballot We’ll have a swell time, but then again, time no longer exists Please, sit. Enjoy torture, my only real gift They say beauty’s in the eye of the beholder, so please, allow me your gaze as a coaster Your hands are covered in dirt Bodies buried as you muffled each smirk But now it’s your turn to be shoveling worth For century’s, each victim can cock back till your fucking nuts burst Most people assume I love slowly killing off souls Au Contraire, your life has earned you constant filling of polls I am death, destroyer of globes Sadistic; But I’m the silver lining exposed"