WEEK TEN CONTENDERS: TIMELESS (3-3) vs MIKE WRECKA (2-1) MIKE WINS 2-0

Mike Wrecka · 06-16-2022, 10:38 PM

There’s a weight hanging over me, ready to drop, and I can’t determine, if it’s heavy or not,
sometimes I just want to take a machete and chop , everything around me, into confetti and swap,
this life for another , with less pressure felt, this stress is gonna put me on a stretcher, help!,
inner turmoil, fuels the pain, stricken with royal and purple veins,
ripped from the soil, but jewels remain, a victim embroiled won’t bloom the same,
symptoms learned spoil the internal flame, sickened as I toil in a turtles frame ,
feel boxed in like I’m boxing in a box when, clots thin out of options on these toxins ,
abandon bandages and bleed excessive, I’m no longer here ,you can leave a message,
writings on the wall, read the sentence, remorseful but still cant achieve my penance,
it’s pathetic I used to specialize in athletics, now I go to a dentist so I can specialize in anesthetics,
tried to be perfect, but it was out of my reach, uncertainty will make you doubt your beliefs ,
sometimes I just want to go into my house and retreat, from the world that has given me a thousand defeats,
and I’ve found my peace, it wasn’t hard to find, giving up on life, with these scars of mine,
days are fragmented shards of time,but this was the hand I was dealt, these cards are fine,
they wanted a daughter that excelled in sports, hotels , travel teams, in hell, a corpse,
oh well , as a teen on a rebellious course, pushed into things, feeling helpless, forced,
innocence lost , soon black clouds formed, now I’m living in the midst of the loudest storm,
the portrait I portray ,is proud and strong, but when I’m all alone a frown is worn,
gravity of expectations, has me feeling crushed , fingerprints remain on my ceiling touched ,
exposed to addiction and it’s revealing clutch , all I do is exist but is that still enough?
my father always said I would achieve great things, but now disappointment has replaced his dreams,
all I do these days is lose weight and fiend, living in the gutter and the fate it brings ,
I yell for help emitting the faintest screams, I really want to change but it’s too late it seems
all of this anxiety is too much to bear, wish I had someone to lean on but no crutch is there,
look in the mirror as I brush my hair, in a public restroom while getting a ton of stares ,
as I stumble outside to the best of my ability, my dad shows up to give me a ride to a rehab facility,
he is optimistic saying I’ll return to health,
he hasn’t given up on me, even when I’ve given up on myself

timeless · 06-17-2022, 12:15 AM

You are weak!
A fireworks display for the ages, turned night into day.
Vanilla and ember hues grace us to burn light through decay.
Older we get, we start chasing and learn to fight for a way.
Frightens me to say that I'm facing a curve that likes me to stay.
I could travel backwords, seems so practical for an asshole.
With no means to look forward, I saddle up and pass hope.
Catching up to fate now, he always drives below the limit.
Staggering over the line, fate is like a drunk guy on hold for minutes.
"Its been over an hour!" "Sir, its been 45 seconds and i do apologize."
Soon i follow wise guides through the darkness with hollow eyes.
Death can't be too much further ahead, I can almost taste it.
I can follow this road now and sever all of my close relations.
Or I can stay focused with shame and my enrolled patience in.
Yet I didn't sign up for this, I might as well sip some old Jameson.

Oh jitterbug,
Will you bring us a storm?
To lift us up,
Please sing of love and the norm.

You are strong!
With an enlightened state of mind, I jumped out of my bed.
Much to tackle so I planned to have lunch with my debt.
I had to fire all the nuisances that brought me to this place.
All the cigs, booze, weed gone, the truth seeks to alter the stakes.
Only the good die young, but I need to change the outcome.
I have many things to do and to prove no shame and I am not scum.
Shirt untucked, I fumbled my words at lunch and left the meeting.
It seems I've been fucked from day one and I must accept my ceiling.
Unless the feeling is met with unrest then I must persevere.
Curtailed the waste and I've done less with luck and worse with fear.
A curtain's tears are only met with the announcement of last hope.
Told the shades to back off, I'll let them know when we'll pass go.
With all this weight in my hands, I can only keep up for so long.
So I'm changing the plans, I'll let go and feed luck a slow song.

06-16-2022, 10:38 PM	#1
Mike Wrecka WOW Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 3,591 Battle Record: 29-25 Champed - Writing Challenge League I Rep Power: 82779338	There’s a weight hanging over me, ready to drop, and I can’t determine, if it’s heavy or not, sometimes I just want to take a machete and chop , everything around me, into confetti and swap, this life for another , with less pressure felt, this stress is gonna put me on a stretcher, help!, inner turmoil, fuels the pain, stricken with royal and purple veins, ripped from the soil, but jewels remain, a victim embroiled won’t bloom the same, symptoms learned spoil the internal flame, sickened as I toil in a turtles frame , feel boxed in like I’m boxing in a box when, clots thin out of options on these toxins , abandon bandages and bleed excessive, I’m no longer here ,you can leave a message, writings on the wall, read the sentence, remorseful but still cant achieve my penance, it’s pathetic I used to specialize in athletics, now I go to a dentist so I can specialize in anesthetics, tried to be perfect, but it was out of my reach, uncertainty will make you doubt your beliefs , sometimes I just want to go into my house and retreat, from the world that has given me a thousand defeats, and I’ve found my peace, it wasn’t hard to find, giving up on life, with these scars of mine, days are fragmented shards of time,but this was the hand I was dealt, these cards are fine, they wanted a daughter that excelled in sports, hotels , travel teams, in hell, a corpse, oh well , as a teen on a rebellious course, pushed into things, feeling helpless, forced, innocence lost , soon black clouds formed, now I’m living in the midst of the loudest storm, the portrait I portray ,is proud and strong, but when I’m all alone a frown is worn, gravity of expectations, has me feeling crushed , fingerprints remain on my ceiling touched , exposed to addiction and it’s revealing clutch , all I do is exist but is that still enough? my father always said I would achieve great things, but now disappointment has replaced his dreams, all I do these days is lose weight and fiend, living in the gutter and the fate it brings , I yell for help emitting the faintest screams, I really want to change but it’s too late it seems all of this anxiety is too much to bear, wish I had someone to lean on but no crutch is there, look in the mirror as I brush my hair, in a public restroom while getting a ton of stares , as I stumble outside to the best of my ability, my dad shows up to give me a ride to a rehab facility, he is optimistic saying I’ll return to health, he hasn’t given up on me, even when I’ve given up on myself __________________ A.bove T.he R.est

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06-17-2022, 12:15 AM	#2
timeless past tense Join Date: Nov 2013 Location: NJ Posts: 1,623 Battle Record: 22-39 Rep Power: 4341329	You are weak! A fireworks display for the ages, turned night into day. Vanilla and ember hues grace us to burn light through decay. Older we get, we start chasing and learn to fight for a way. Frightens me to say that I'm facing a curve that likes me to stay. I could travel backwords, seems so practical for an asshole. With no means to look forward, I saddle up and pass hope. Catching up to fate now, he always drives below the limit. Staggering over the line, fate is like a drunk guy on hold for minutes. "Its been over an hour!" "Sir, its been 45 seconds and i do apologize." Soon i follow wise guides through the darkness with hollow eyes. Death can't be too much further ahead, I can almost taste it. I can follow this road now and sever all of my close relations. Or I can stay focused with shame and my enrolled patience in. Yet I didn't sign up for this, I might as well sip some old Jameson. Oh jitterbug, Will you bring us a storm? To lift us up, Please sing of love and the norm. You are strong! With an enlightened state of mind, I jumped out of my bed. Much to tackle so I planned to have lunch with my debt. I had to fire all the nuisances that brought me to this place. All the cigs, booze, weed gone, the truth seeks to alter the stakes. Only the good die young, but I need to change the outcome. I have many things to do and to prove no shame and I am not scum. Shirt untucked, I fumbled my words at lunch and left the meeting. It seems I've been fucked from day one and I must accept my ceiling. Unless the feeling is met with unrest then I must persevere. Curtailed the waste and I've done less with luck and worse with fear. A curtain's tears are only met with the announcement of last hope. Told the shades to back off, I'll let them know when we'll pass go. With all this weight in my hands, I can only keep up for so long. So I'm changing the plans, I'll let go and feed luck a slow song.