Round One: 5. Rakontur vs. 12. Timeless - TIMELESS WINS

timeless · 11-18-2015, 07:30 PM

Cold air poked at my core as I noticed she had opened the door.
An ocean floor's worth of hurt she had woven before.
A token allure, fresh scents for words spoke and ignored.
Most would report the essential signs of a broken rapport.
Fidelity at first glance, an unusual repeat of behavior.
Without a giver, there's no need to believe in a taker.
All we need is a savior to weave us through these crossroads.
Self-inflicted demons have seemed to steer us to false hopes.
Let's second guess this fearful pause mode we have on time.
Strangled by each minute, an hour is a jawbone cracked in nine.
Ten strongholds of passionate crime listed as commandments.
And I'll be damned if I lash out at my mistress's past enchantment.
Call me romantic, but I see the irony in triumphs of love.
Partly pedantic, but I need the privacy and why? Its because :
Trust is a fault line, a quake away from long, seismographic nightmares.
Shake your whole frame in two like a psycho had a knife dared.
That lunatic was her doctor, the problem solver of life's monsters.
Quite proper, his mechanics cured her disease with might and honor.
Alzheimer's carted away with each of our aggressive natures.
Left behind a trail of open ended beliefs with no stress on paper.
Ten years I've been wheeling and dealing with her horrid perceptions.
Didn't think I'd ever make it, the surgeon let me borrow progression.
Tomorrow's known blessing is knowing we have a new life to lead.
First day home, walking hand in hand down the avenue rightfully.
She wasn't saying much, wasn't even remotely affectionate.
Hopefully this new road isn't the same. Seems morosely indefinite.

11-18-2015, 07:30 PM	#4
timeless past tense Join Date: Nov 2013 Location: NJ Posts: 1,623 Battle Record: 22-39 Rep Power: 4341329	Cold air poked at my core as I noticed she had opened the door. An ocean floor's worth of hurt she had woven before. A token allure, fresh scents for words spoke and ignored. Most would report the essential signs of a broken rapport. Fidelity at first glance, an unusual repeat of behavior. Without a giver, there's no need to believe in a taker. All we need is a savior to weave us through these crossroads. Self-inflicted demons have seemed to steer us to false hopes. Let's second guess this fearful pause mode we have on time. Strangled by each minute, an hour is a jawbone cracked in nine. Ten strongholds of passionate crime listed as commandments. And I'll be damned if I lash out at my mistress's past enchantment. Call me romantic, but I see the irony in triumphs of love. Partly pedantic, but I need the privacy and why? Its because : Trust is a fault line, a quake away from long, seismographic nightmares. Shake your whole frame in two like a psycho had a knife dared. That lunatic was her doctor, the problem solver of life's monsters. Quite proper, his mechanics cured her disease with might and honor. Alzheimer's carted away with each of our aggressive natures. Left behind a trail of open ended beliefs with no stress on paper. Ten years I've been wheeling and dealing with her horrid perceptions. Didn't think I'd ever make it, the surgeon let me borrow progression. Tomorrow's known blessing is knowing we have a new life to lead. First day home, walking hand in hand down the avenue rightfully. She wasn't saying much, wasn't even remotely affectionate. Hopefully this new road isn't the same. Seems morosely indefinite.