"Who Is She?"

[sral]

Saatchi style.
The dark and milder colours bleed subtly
running free underneath his brush technique.
The artist smiles.
Reluctantly.
Seeing something he isn't pleased with;
The picture needs it a hidden meaning
to lift its genius beyond simply feeling.
Instinct leads him in believing there's more surface to scratch.
The figure feebly turning her back on the inner demons that lurk in her past
is too easy an assertion to cast.
Digging deep, he searches for answers.
Who is the girl on the canvas
curled up in anguish
nervously sat in her blur of a satin nightgown?
He casts his eyes down at her black and white outline, shadowed by how the natural light bounced from her skin.
In pronouncing her silhouette,
he paints her as drained.
Her age would remain a mystery, save for the way
her mane of untameable hair looks laden with grey.
By tracing the shape of the Junoesque beauties legs,
you'd think twenty-something.
The head is covered so were left to wonder if she's somewhere in the middle.
A parental figure wouldn't be wearing so little to sleep in.
It's pyjama tops and pilates joggers incase the kids were to creep in (as they did of an evening).
The literature seen in the background hints at her reading,
but this is misleading.
It would be easier to assume the sibylline scenarist had been hitting the keys since her fingers are bleeding.
The ink is in-keeping with my thoughts on the fact this is an author,
perhaps,
fraught with mishaps and caught in the grasp of writers block as her story unravels.
How awfully tragedian to be caught in a battle you thought you could handle,
only to die by your own sword.
The deadline that she'd hoped for arrived at her closed door.
Our writer was so worn out from giving all that she had;
a tortuous cramp had formed in her hand.
Resting the small of her back against the wall as she sank,
falling on back into her tried and tested writing methods.
Sometimes it's best to apply your strengths and find an edge rather than defy convention.
A smile had beckoned on the artists face;
partially raised Chardonnay glass in hand as he marked the day
by splashing back satisfaction.
The gravitas of added class captured her essence
and answered his question as to who the inanimate vestige was that carried his message.
The character lends itself to all manner of headings,
dependent on the observers eye.
Commercialised thirty-five year old working nights?
Dirty diaper discarding wordsmith hiding her maternal side?
Every person finds their own conclusion as to who that she is.
Theres a thousand shoes that could fit loose on her limbs,
but the journey there is the true beauty in this -
The artist's just putting you in the picture.

[Geno]

Phew. Your a god laarsy. This was dope. Written brilliantly. Internals wer nuts here. Loved the topic to.

[ACTIVATE SELF]

Be back later with some feed.

[ACTIVATE SELF]

So this is what I'd like to call a satisfying read. Mainly due to the fact that I felt as if it had a little (or in some cases a lot) of everything I hope to find in a topical piece: flow, rhythm, poetry, imagery and technique. You checked all the boxes. Your description of the mystery silhouette was phenomenal and the story you shaped around the picture was just as impressive. Dope read, bro. Top notch for sure. Salute.

[Current faggot]

Dope. Meaningful, deep, I felt like I read something that inspired me to be a creative being. That's Adobe feeling

[Twodrop]

Really enjoyed this,

I've started to see how people construct battle bars, but shit like this is rocket science to me.

Dope read.

[Diablo]

thx for checking it out ppl

diff style from me I guess though not entirely

first I'd wrote in a short while

just kinda vibed off the pic and followed my head

[BodySnatcher]

[PancakeBrah]

This was really good.

[Mr. J]

falling on back into her tried and tested writing methods.
Sometimes it's best to apply your strengths and find an edge rather than defy convention.
A smile had beckoned on the artists face;
partially raised Chardonnay glass in hand as he marked the day

^^^^
I really like how this was written out, impressive work as always
I haven't finished but I had to point out this transition.

The way this was ended was weaved together so neatly I loved it.
I can sense hints of your accent at certain points but it works well
the whole build up of the portrayal is mixed perfectly with your flow.
your storytelling skills are always enjoyable to read as well.

perhaps,
fraught with mishaps and caught in the grasp of writers block as her story unravels.
How awfully tragedian to be caught in a battle you thought you could handle,
only to die by your own sword.
The deadline that she'd hoped for arrived at her closed door.

I really enjoyed this section here too.

what was this for?

[Diablo]

there was some League at another board Candy had been promoting

I just wanted to see if I could champ it

[Exis]

Wait WTF? Lol how many aliases you rockin' with? I'm so lost yo.

[Diablo]

I use this one to text battle under, Lars more for topical battling and general boarding

I just swap between the two accounts because I'm not good at text battles lol

[Pharaohs Army]

Oh you're Diablo? lol.

This is full of rhymes but it didn't seem to flow as smoothly as most Lars' pieces I've encountered. Perhaps because it was a train-of-thought style?
Good read but I've seen smoother from you.

[Pharaohs Army]

Originally Posted by sraL

perhaps,
fraught with mishaps and caught in the grasp of writers block as her story unravels.
How awfully tragedian to be caught in a battle you thought you could handle,
only to die by your own sword.
The deadline that she'd hoped for arrived at her closed door.
Our writer was so worn out from giving all that she had;
a tortuous cramp had formed in her hand.
Resting the small of her back against the wall as she sank,
falling on back into her tried and tested writing methods.
Sometimes it's best to apply your strengths and find an edge rather than defy convention.

This part is smooth though I love this section