Week 1: patrown vs. Aesthetic \\ patrown wins via no-show

Certain · 02-22-2014, 03:16 PM

Season 3

The Basics | Read the full rules here.

Verses are due Thursday at 11:59 p.m. PT.

Deadline extensions of 24 hours are available on request and cannot be denied.

Votes are due Sunday at 11:59 p.m. PT.

Verses may not exceed 48 lines (or 650 words if formatted in a paragraph style) unless agreed upon by the opponent.

Voting on three battles is required. If you win and don't vote, you will receive a loss instead. If you lose and don't vote, you will receive a one-week suspension. Please post links to your three votes in this thread.

Topic

"One Lonely Night"

Good luck, @patrown and @Aesthetic.

patrown · 02-22-2014, 04:17 PM

hi

Aesthetic · 02-23-2014, 07:54 PM

hey

patrown · 02-27-2014, 10:46 PM

extension requested

patrown · 02-28-2014, 03:58 AM

from a shuttered window high in an apartment building
lonely notes floated low to father feelings
in those who passed by.. they knew the players mood
feeling his tears in wavering notes he struck to self improve
not knowing of the vast amount of fans who felt his malady
with a heavy heart, broken and alone, he played his melodies
each sonata's chosen from a void his wife once filled
now with life so still, hope lies in these ivory keys
anyone who knew her said, "the music keeps alive our memories.."
Susan used to dance and sing playing guitar, covering songs
a mother all along, she played classics, assuaging passage to age
he often passed the days and nights next to the stage, to the right
her strength, wisdom, and partner for life, it's
hard for them alone, but together they did alright
now he spends all night on her side of the bed
crying instead of american dreams, staring at seams
she sewed in the curtains, made when times were worse
it felt like he was cursed while nursing the wound
but as time progressed he learned to play and was soothed
and on the day when the grooves engraved like braille told the tale of his favorite piece
he played along with his lover, touching fingertips one last time, and lay deceased

02-22-2014, 03:16 PM	#1
Certain Mad fucking dangerous. Join Date: Jul 2013 Posts: 12,072 Battle Record: 40-19 Champed - AOWL Season 3 - Art of Writing League (2x) Rep Power: 85899402	Week 1: patrown vs. Aesthetic \\ patrown wins via no-show Season 3 The Basics \| Read the full rules here. Verses are due Thursday at 11:59 p.m. PT. Deadline extensions of 24 hours are available on request and cannot be denied. Votes are due Sunday at 11:59 p.m. PT. Verses may not exceed 48 lines (or 650 words if formatted in a paragraph style) unless agreed upon by the opponent. Voting on three battles is required. If you win and don't vote, you will receive a loss instead. If you lose and don't vote, you will receive a one-week suspension. Please post links to your three votes in this thread. Topic "One Lonely Night" Good luck, @patrown and @Aesthetic. __________________ I'm just swinging swords strictly based on keyboards, unbalanced like elephants and ants on seesaws.

02-22-2014, 04:17 PM	#2
patrown ‹^›ô¿ô‹^› Join Date: Feb 2013 Posts: 596 Battle Record: 13-19 Rep Power: 0	hi

02-23-2014, 07:54 PM	#3
Aesthetic Pimp Join Date: Feb 2013 Location: N/W Posts: 1,069 Battle Record: 1-12 Rep Power: 0	hey

02-27-2014, 10:46 PM	#4
patrown ‹^›ô¿ô‹^› Join Date: Feb 2013 Posts: 596 Battle Record: 13-19 Rep Power: 0	extension requested

02-28-2014, 03:58 AM	#5
patrown ‹^›ô¿ô‹^› Join Date: Feb 2013 Posts: 596 Battle Record: 13-19 Rep Power: 0	from a shuttered window high in an apartment building lonely notes floated low to father feelings in those who passed by.. they knew the players mood feeling his tears in wavering notes he struck to self improve not knowing of the vast amount of fans who felt his malady with a heavy heart, broken and alone, he played his melodies each sonata's chosen from a void his wife once filled now with life so still, hope lies in these ivory keys anyone who knew her said, "the music keeps alive our memories.." Susan used to dance and sing playing guitar, covering songs a mother all along, she played classics, assuaging passage to age he often passed the days and nights next to the stage, to the right her strength, wisdom, and partner for life, it's hard for them alone, but together they did alright now he spends all night on her side of the bed crying instead of american dreams, staring at seams she sewed in the curtains, made when times were worse it felt like he was cursed while nursing the wound but as time progressed he learned to play and was soothed and on the day when the grooves engraved like braille told the tale of his favorite piece he played along with his lover, touching fingertips one last time, and lay deceased