DL round 2-PLAYOFF (MMLP vs Activate Self) *MMLP Wins (Open For Feed)

Cereal · 08-24-2021, 06:42 AM

Line Limit - Max. 60 lines Min. 20 lines.

Battles will be up Tuesday, August 24th and due Friday, August 27th at 11:59pm EST.

Voting will take place between Saturday, August 28th - Sunday August 29th at 11:59pm EST

ACTIVATE SELF · 08-26-2021, 09:38 AM

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MMLP · 08-26-2021, 09:56 AM

cech

MMLP · 08-27-2021, 10:58 AM

Dear Matthew,

Welcome to my personal hell, now ill pave for you to make it through
I hate the way you grew on me and how you were enabled to
left me in ruins, endlessly fuming and now I’m doing the same to you!
You’ll remain forever hollow, as the letter I’ve wrote
you’re just as hollow and empty as the gap where it’ll go
regrettably cold, just empty and soulless so I’m letting you go,
you should know this was never my hope
thinking of sending a poem… but my plans aren’t yet known
but no more sob stories, it’s time to let go. Just as soon as the trench coat left my bedpost
you stopped calling and the trail went cold and that’s when you’d broken the threshold
it aint over til the fat lady sings and you’ve made me tick!
This next note I drop will build to a crescendo
the demonic bellows of the cellos will chime from the ceiling
all the way down to that choir he preaches
with the blaze rising beneath him, fighting those demons as the fire increases
hearing it moving through the gears was like music to my ears
highlighting the grievances you were quick to banish!
Just a simple lass, with a twisted past, ditched and stranded.
I was binned and scrapped within in the trash, thinking that,
we were on the same hymn sheet, hoping you’d stay with me
but we went on different paths watching you winking back as you skipped the dance
as my feet were planted
wincing, scathing as a grimace passed. Going all tippy tappy
with an ever dwindling patience and a giddy laugh
all the ripples fan out as I begin to crack
as my personalities split and snap, mix and match and swiftly clash.
thin as the strands on my head that hang on a thread
as your ceremonious ribbon drags on your welcome mat.. you’re welcome Matt,
a musicians hand is the gift I’m passing to you, with a litten match!
So fuck the chitty chat, this and that
it seems this bitchy brat has already lit the match
im going tit for tat
You played me like a violin, with no strings attached
pretending it didn’t happen
so no more being diplomatic as my rage ensued
the veins had grew, pained and wounded
just like a slithering snake the way you moved in
you remained intrusive
but there’s different ways to do it
you couldn’t gauge my mood and the way it loosened,
quite the turnaround, now ill take your house and burn it down!
its pay per view
and you’re paying the price for the things you made me do!
the symphony will end with my instrument of death
I will make you lose it in a great illusion
the matchsticks will paint the room as I play acoustics
A raving lunatic! Eyelids, draining fluids
giving you a glimpse of the pain and ruins of the dame you ruined
because you fucked up! And now it’s time to face the music
looking plain and stupid becoming a theme of the day
once the seeds were in place, dwelling over my repeated mistakes
in believing you take me back is all I’d hoped
unprovoked, blubbered loads.
nothing absorbed the blows, you took my love and controlled it
and til you see the fire you couldn’t of known it
so its time we put a bow on it
… as the note is left in the letter box and I’m sending off
arriving as the letter bombs and now the shows come to town
I’ve stubbed him out and there’s no running now
the irony,
you ignited an old flame.. only this time you won’t put it out!

Cereal · 08-31-2021, 09:23 AM

really nice vocab the story was cool not much to it but a really flushed out verse, sucks that you didnt get showed.. but structure nice not too loose but not too tight.. vocab was really sweet though which gives a nice imagery.. keep it real dude

thanks

08-24-2021, 06:42 AM	#1
Cereal killa Join Date: Jun 2018 Posts: 820 Battle Record: 1-6 Rep Power: 1312296	*DL round 2-PLAYOFF (MMLP vs Activate Self) MMLP Wins (Open For Feed)** @MMLP @ACTIVATE SELF topic: Line Limit - Max. 60 lines Min. 20 lines. Battles will be up Tuesday, August 24th and due Friday, August 27th at 11:59pm EST. Voting will take place between Saturday, August 28th - Sunday August 29th at 11:59pm EST __________________ A-double scribble - A 19 th century euphemism for ass

08-31-2021, 09:23 AM	#5
Cereal killa Join Date: Jun 2018 Posts: 820 Battle Record: 1-6 Rep Power: 1312296	really nice vocab the story was cool not much to it but a really flushed out verse, sucks that you didnt get showed.. but structure nice not too loose but not too tight.. vocab was really sweet though which gives a nice imagery.. keep it real dude thanks __________________ A-double scribble - A 19 th century euphemism for ass

08-26-2021, 09:56 AM	#3
MMLP Senior Member Join Date: Mar 2013 Posts: 600 Battle Record: 15-16 Champed - Write Week 9 Rep Power: 9768087	cech

08-27-2021, 10:58 AM	#4
MMLP Senior Member Join Date: Mar 2013 Posts: 600 Battle Record: 15-16 Champed - Write Week 9 Rep Power: 9768087	Dear Matthew, Welcome to my personal hell, now ill pave for you to make it through I hate the way you grew on me and how you were enabled to left me in ruins, endlessly fuming and now I’m doing the same to you! You’ll remain forever hollow, as the letter I’ve wrote you’re just as hollow and empty as the gap where it’ll go regrettably cold, just empty and soulless so I’m letting you go, you should know this was never my hope thinking of sending a poem… but my plans aren’t yet known but no more sob stories, it’s time to let go. Just as soon as the trench coat left my bedpost you stopped calling and the trail went cold and that’s when you’d broken the threshold it aint over til the fat lady sings and you’ve made me tick! This next note I drop will build to a crescendo the demonic bellows of the cellos will chime from the ceiling all the way down to that choir he preaches with the blaze rising beneath him, fighting those demons as the fire increases hearing it moving through the gears was like music to my ears highlighting the grievances you were quick to banish! Just a simple lass, with a twisted past, ditched and stranded. I was binned and scrapped within in the trash, thinking that, we were on the same hymn sheet, hoping you’d stay with me but we went on different paths watching you winking back as you skipped the dance as my feet were planted wincing, scathing as a grimace passed. Going all tippy tappy with an ever dwindling patience and a giddy laugh all the ripples fan out as I begin to crack as my personalities split and snap, mix and match and swiftly clash. thin as the strands on my head that hang on a thread as your ceremonious ribbon drags on your welcome mat.. you’re welcome Matt, a musicians hand is the gift I’m passing to you, with a litten match! So fuck the chitty chat, this and that it seems this bitchy brat has already lit the match im going tit for tat You played me like a violin, with no strings attached pretending it didn’t happen so no more being diplomatic as my rage ensued the veins had grew, pained and wounded just like a slithering snake the way you moved in you remained intrusive but there’s different ways to do it you couldn’t gauge my mood and the way it loosened, quite the turnaround, now ill take your house and burn it down! its pay per view and you’re paying the price for the things you made me do! the symphony will end with my instrument of death I will make you lose it in a great illusion the matchsticks will paint the room as I play acoustics A raving lunatic! Eyelids, draining fluids giving you a glimpse of the pain and ruins of the dame you ruined because you fucked up! And now it’s time to face the music looking plain and stupid becoming a theme of the day once the seeds were in place, dwelling over my repeated mistakes in believing you take me back is all I’d hoped unprovoked, blubbered loads. nothing absorbed the blows, you took my love and controlled it and til you see the fire you couldn’t of known it so its time we put a bow on it … as the note is left in the letter box and I’m sending off arriving as the letter bombs and now the shows come to town I’ve stubbed him out and there’s no running now the irony, you ignited an old flame.. only this time you won’t put it out!