Week 12: 5. Cereal_Killa (2-1) vs. 6. oats (9-2) \\ Cereal_Killa wins via no-show

Certain · 05-12-2014, 03:57 AM

Season 3

The Basics | Read the full rules here.

Verses are due Friday at 11:59 p.m. PT. THERE ARE NO EXTENSIONS.

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

Verses may not exceed 48 lines or 650 words 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

Good luck, @Cereal_Killa and @oats.

oats · 05-12-2014, 04:18 AM

Breakfast battle royale. Good luck.

Cereal_Killa · 05-12-2014, 06:21 AM

Become a champion,

it's

Wyclef Jean

vs

me

Ahhhhhhh

I eat the butt, the gristle, the gritz even the bone marrow..

Lickity, lickity, lickity

:)

Cereal_Killa · 05-14-2014, 01:52 PM

Last House on the Left

..

..

As maple seeds grow through the subtle grains of grass
My brain is a stain glass window of faint hope-cast
insane
In a frame of past, present and whatever shall remain
Dark..Dark like the meadow of change
Dark like the grey silhouette when it rains
Dark like what’s left for dead still matters
It matters enough to bring pain
I am a doll,
from ₂ to 1 to none
I am a Babushka doll enveloping my own song
The colours of my orchestra are an aurora un-plugged
Amongst torture, I have restored up and restrung what I love
My own cabin of thoughts which hums through the wildest winds n’ dust
Like a fever, to catch forever young
..
I’m in a marriage with murals for mortar n aerials of fortunate lies
I can move mountains with morality when I breathe in absorption lines
My eyes are like opals open beyond Eris on an easel of sky
In a delicate aisle of endurance swallowed by tangerine tiles
For now my shack shimmers it’s numbers in a luminescent squall
As night or day drifts like a centre fold memorial in my fish bowl
There is only one; oen; ONE field of dreams I sit upon
Imagination; a material or mirage of fortitude and madness split n hung
A gift for some, to sift out something as vivid as freedom and missed love
To get lost is the point, indirectly becoming twisted on a horizon
Fixated on its existence knowing its whispers should leave you enlightened
But it don’t
The air is too thin up here and my circulation has gone numb
The dimming light switch has shrunk to what it never was once
There is only reason left in a sea of colours unseen by much
A queen in a revolving reality de-evolving each mind it touched
Once you remove its literal meaning and direct understand on others
You find that you where always happier back in your own “poetic justice”
..

05-12-2014, 03:57 AM	#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 12: 5. Cereal_Killa (2-1) vs. 6. oats (9-2) \\ Cereal_Killa wins via no-show Season 3 The Basics \| Read the full rules here. Verses are due Friday at 11:59 p.m. PT. THERE ARE NO EXTENSIONS. Votes are due Sunday at 11:59 p.m. PT. Verses may not exceed 48 lines or 650 words 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 Good luck, @Cereal_Killa and @oats. __________________ I'm just swinging swords strictly based on keyboards, unbalanced like elephants and ants on seesaws.

05-12-2014, 04:18 AM	#2
oats Steel Cut Join Date: May 2013 Posts: 5,073 Battle Record: 19-10 Accomplishments - OM HOF (2x) Champed - Fight Night LXXXIV - Art of Writing League Rep Power: 79005425	Breakfast battle royale. Good luck. __________________ You should be water

05-14-2014, 01:52 PM	#4
Cereal_Killa Licking Lily's.. Join Date: Mar 2013 Posts: 706 Battle Record: 11-6 Champed - Art of Writing League Rep Power: 3565729	Last House on the Left .. .. As maple seeds grow through the subtle grains of grass My brain is a stain glass window of faint hope-cast insane In a frame of past, present and whatever shall remain Dark..Dark like the meadow of change Dark like the grey silhouette when it rains Dark like what’s left for dead still matters It matters enough to bring pain I am a doll, from ₂ to 1 to none I am a Babushka doll enveloping my own song The colours of my orchestra are an aurora un-plugged Amongst torture, I have restored up and restrung what I love My own cabin of thoughts which hums through the wildest winds n’ dust Like a fever, to catch forever young .. I’m in a marriage with murals for mortar n aerials of fortunate lies I can move mountains with morality when I breathe in absorption lines My eyes are like opals open beyond Eris on an easel of sky In a delicate aisle of endurance swallowed by tangerine tiles For now my shack shimmers it’s numbers in a luminescent squall As night or day drifts like a centre fold memorial in my fish bowl There is only one; oen; ONE field of dreams I sit upon Imagination; a material or mirage of fortitude and madness split n hung A gift for some, to sift out something as vivid as freedom and missed love To get lost is the point, indirectly becoming twisted on a horizon Fixated on its existence knowing its whispers should leave you enlightened But it don’t The air is too thin up here and my circulation has gone numb The dimming light switch has shrunk to what it never was once There is only reason left in a sea of colours unseen by much A queen in a revolving reality de-evolving each mind it touched Once you remove its literal meaning and direct understand on others You find that you where always happier back in your own “poetic justice” .. __________________ You think YOU'RE sick I shit cough drops .. Last edited by Cereal_Killa; 05-16-2014 at 01:54 AM.