WK2 : MikeWrecka(0-0) vs. BigBaby(0-0) - BATTLE DISMISSED

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Verses will be due Thursday Oct. 9th at 11:59 p.m. Western / 2:59 Am Eastern / 7:59AM UK. There are no Extensions. No Exceptions.

Verses must be a minimum of 10 Lines and maximum of 48 Lines or 650 words unless agreed upon by both competitors.

Votes will be due Sundays at 11:59 p.m. Western / 2:59 Am Eastern / 7:59AM UK .

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Goodluck Mike Wrecka big baby

Topic - "Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting, "Holy shit, what a ride!"

[big baby]

I wasn't aware that i signed in. but sure y not

[Mike Wrecka]

yizzerp

[big baby]

its 2am


i feel interconnected through any vine or snippet of life
perennial inflorescence of any 6 seconds are chimed
the success is a hive. hummingbird wings in slow motion
hearing the crickets sing, so monotone yet obscurely composed
feels like they're talking to me, as i walk on the leaves that i cross
demure. you're so provocative. and i'm surely a ghost
crunching of autumn, is like a skeleton field for tiny trees in the fall
to possess you is a perfect choice, and you're as alluring, a host
sunbathed petals, drowning in jack'o'lanterns of coffee & pumpkin
squash the soggy leaves, after a beer. underneath the frothy assumptions


it's cost me a fortune. ink-jets flew the loss to the profits
that's just the cost out of pocket, i wore the pants, but you wore the wallet
living a martyr. nose-dive a dotted plane into soil
where waves were uncoiled, from the amber gaze, to the point where it boiled
hear the ether perform. a duet with 42 degrees, and a choir
robotic vampire, nothing to do but to sink my teeth into wires
mechanical organism, metamorphing orphan. with a heart full of gears
bleeding gasoline endorphins. pros&cons was the love you pretended to smear
propane huffed outta' my ears, olfactory prose transposing as mutants
you wrote me off as a human, with me begging you to hear me out. it was ruthless.
wasnt enough. contraption malfunction
the sound drowned out. a whisper was like dropping a mountain above it
teardrops were waves, where even a arc wouldnt suffice
you took two of each beast that i had, so immediately, I....
just lost it.
you whittled a soldier out of clay, from the earth a clone was conceived
with a chisel that was made by the bones of deceased
you were the cotton in an aspirin, a linen in my attire i wasnt accustom
to go into combat for you with a war-drobe and the cloth that it's cut from
ungodly. the humdrum. i couldnt acquire the taste
you were so tongue in cheek with me. i blushed into haste, when you asked if i'd want some



all i want is 5 minutes where we understand each other completely
where we aren't drunk, or having sex. sigh. where you just complete me
developments real. the buzzing of broken street lights. are loud
suburban cemetery. not a real burial ground. that's the imagery alloawed
you stole what i had, but now that you did, my souls deep with love
you need so badly what i have, but now i don't even want ........
hows it feel to have it? i couldnt sate it but maybe i was deeply depressed
it doesnt diminish my character. but it diminishes you. exposes your WEAKNESS.
you werent even a friend
you poked fun at my features, especially crucial to the cleft near my nose
which were filled with rain drops from my pupils.
there, now tears are used as placeholders, for now they're never exposed
so hastily brash, sorta insane, but with class,
you took the sage and lit ablaze the incense with aroma my nasal could grasp
i manipulated myself, but in that i manipulated you
all it took was a simple placement of emotion, for you to be the creative ink of my next scintillating muse
pixelating. ruse. miscellaneous. who? ive never been vindicated cause vindications rude.
ive been to places, you..... couldnt move to. in a million years
walk a mile in my boots..
where bricks from the ceiling and the steel-toe sorta disappears.
dissipating. pointless. ventilating. poignant. vision aided moistness
where physics plays a joint version of the bible's revelations. over and over again.
my wound is opening. fix the sutures. fix my future. remove gauze
remove smog. sterilize. feral eyes. then apply the ointment.

its 2am

[PancakeBrah]

why everybody fucka copying pb in their oms
anyway cool narrative