Contenders Match: Mr. J 4-1 vs. Nigma 2-1 [NIGMA 6-2]

Mr. J · 09-15-2015, 02:39 AM

My theories are met with an execution, better yet...dismissal..
I am equipped to give you a rundown so bear with me will you..
time is to be cradled, time is not to taken lightly as life ensues..
each moment counts and it depends on what you decide to do.
whether the route suits you or doesn't is for fate to debate
with each breadcrumb you place, someone is there to take it away..
the opposite path, therefore time is lost when in a backtrack
and the state I'm in, I am no longer capable to say I can have that.
but that's a different story related to different topics & ideas
if I'm correct on this then I could end the moment right here..
I'll need half a minute to take a breath, gathering second winds
an alluring gaze, mesmerizing eyes, the hands beckon 'in'..
who am I to let that go..each desire branches off, different routes
each apple is poisonous, so does it matter what I'm grippin' now?
the allure is caressed, devoured, the mouth is drippin' now..
such exquisite taste, such beauty! I think to a distant howl..
the bell tolls for another life lost, and I swing on the pendulum
each second going by, I grow wiser while partaking in the requiem..
gone, in a distant world while the emotions grow further..
life is a bitch but the choices you make just don't concern her..
stumbling back down the rabbit hole I've become distant & rude
bear witness this is how another existence easily concludes...
taking the opposite only to be caught in an opposite parallel
winding back, ticked off over a dispute with cheating spouses
married in suburbia, white pickets, around some 'perfect' houses.
taken in at a early age when we began this whole ordeal..
the plot thickens, the grip becomes a face that shows no appeal
bearing a cross in a different pasture over different feelings
a different outlook in different moments, it's a bit revealing...
with each second that flies by, I don't understand life...
why is humanity based on choices that most don't stand by..
why not seize the seconds, grasp the moment, take the hour...
can you not see how doing those exact things gave us power?
each minute counts...I could never understand those lines...
until I saw the topic and thought...what happens...in the hands of time..

09-15-2015, 02:39 AM	#5
Mr. J The Clown Prince Join Date: Apr 2013 Posts: 5,046 Battle Record: 35-45 Champed - Art of Writing League Rep Power: 59349682	My theories are met with an execution, better yet...dismissal.. I am equipped to give you a rundown so bear with me will you.. time is to be cradled, time is not to taken lightly as life ensues.. each moment counts and it depends on what you decide to do. whether the route suits you or doesn't is for fate to debate with each breadcrumb you place, someone is there to take it away.. the opposite path, therefore time is lost when in a backtrack and the state I'm in, I am no longer capable to say I can have that. but that's a different story related to different topics & ideas if I'm correct on this then I could end the moment right here.. I'll need half a minute to take a breath, gathering second winds an alluring gaze, mesmerizing eyes, the hands beckon 'in'.. who am I to let that go..each desire branches off, different routes each apple is poisonous, so does it matter what I'm grippin' now? the allure is caressed, devoured, the mouth is drippin' now.. such exquisite taste, such beauty! I think to a distant howl.. the bell tolls for another life lost, and I swing on the pendulum each second going by, I grow wiser while partaking in the requiem.. gone, in a distant world while the emotions grow further.. life is a bitch but the choices you make just don't concern her.. stumbling back down the rabbit hole I've become distant & rude bear witness this is how another existence easily concludes... taking the opposite only to be caught in an opposite parallel winding back, ticked off over a dispute with cheating spouses married in suburbia, white pickets, around some 'perfect' houses. taken in at a early age when we began this whole ordeal.. the plot thickens, the grip becomes a face that shows no appeal bearing a cross in a different pasture over different feelings a different outlook in different moments, it's a bit revealing... with each second that flies by, I don't understand life... why is humanity based on choices that most don't stand by.. why not seize the seconds, grasp the moment, take the hour... can you not see how doing those exact things gave us power? each minute counts...I could never understand those lines... until I saw the topic and thought...what happens...in the hands of time.. __________________ .....laugh....and the world laughs with you