King Ra. 0-0 vs. Bobby Bigelow 0-0 - BOBBY BIGELOW VIA NS, OPEN FOR FEED

Adonis · 09-25-2015, 12:04 AM

AOWL Season V, Week 10

SUMMARY OF RULES:

Verses are due
Tuesday at 9 p.m. Pacific/West Coast or Tuesday 11:59 PM Eastern / 6:00 AM Wednesday Central European/London
There are NO extensions.

Verses MUST be a minimum 10 lines or a maximum of 48 lines (or 650 words).

Votes are due Friday at 4:00 p.m. Western / or Friday 7:00 PM Eastern / 1:00 AM Saturday Central European/London Failure to vote will result in automatic sign out for the next week.

All competitors must vote on THREE battles and post links/ references in the voting thread.

Read the full rules here!

Topic: http://100.best-poems.net/all-world039s-stage.html

William Shakespeare – All the World's Stage

G/Luck
@King Ra. @Bobby Bigelow

Bobby Bigelow · 09-25-2015, 09:04 AM

Check.

King Ra. · 09-25-2015, 06:15 PM

In.

Bobby Bigelow · 09-27-2015, 12:49 PM

"All The World's Stage"

Inside a box of glass and wires,
Sentimental words uttered from the mouth of the tired,
With forceful attempts to inspire,
Subtraction of comprehension to add the fuel to the fire,
These liars tether the gullible, Control over the next move,
Till a spark reveals the truth that the camera man shoots,
Their blinding light brews a fight or flight mood,
Influencing these impartial type of views,
Lonely souls yearning for an alternate release,
Peeking out from the darkness under their stained sheets,
One sentence away from the false sense of feeling complete,
Fading thoughts of eventually reaching that peaceful retreat,
But the back of the mind confines a deadly plan,
Drips of crimson red causing messy hands,
A heavy burden latched onto the belt in his pants,
Starting a journey back to the haunting memories of his past,
At last, the crumpled bills are forked over to a lost soul,
Recruiting another follower on the long road,
A thousand foot steps still the end doesn't show,
Frustration turns to loathing, Time fading and cutting close,
Withering hopes, The sight of a smile leads to panic,
The brain contains the rage but the hand does the damage,
Repremand it, At a disadvantage surrounded by badges,
Spot the precise holes that cant be covered with a bandage,
Block out the scene, Regrets of deciding on that fateful choice,
Deafening claps... The laid out fleece is getting moist,
The tired speaks again, Now scanning the voids on that damaged boy,
They may have taken his last breath but never could take his voice,
One click of a button; static noise.

Adonis · 09-30-2015, 02:34 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by King Ra.

In.

I hate you, and you have until 5am to post your magnificence

09-25-2015, 12:04 AM	#1
Adonis Tsk Tsk Join Date: Feb 2013 Location: Beer Goggles Posts: 4,834 Battle Record: 36-34 Champed - Lime Green Poetry Association - NFL Pick'em 2016-17 Rep Power: 9946446	King Ra. 0-0 vs. Bobby Bigelow 0-0 - BOBBY BIGELOW VIA NS, OPEN FOR FEED AOWL Season V, Week 10 SUMMARY OF RULES: Verses are due Tuesday at 9 p.m. Pacific/West Coast or Tuesday 11:59 PM Eastern / 6:00 AM Wednesday Central European/London There are NO extensions. Verses MUST be a minimum 10 lines or a maximum of 48 lines (or 650 words). Votes are due Friday at 4:00 p.m. Western / or Friday 7:00 PM Eastern / 1:00 AM Saturday Central European/London Failure to vote will result in automatic sign out for the next week. All competitors must vote on THREE battles and post links/ references in the voting thread. Read the full rules here! Topic: http://100.best-poems.net/all-world039s-stage.html William Shakespeare – All the World's Stage G/Luck @King Ra. @Bobby Bigelow __________________ I'm tryna fuck like A-don-is TUPAC SHAKUR Last edited by Adonis; 09-30-2015 at 08:40 AM.

09-25-2015, 06:15 PM	#3
King Ra. The Throne, The Crown Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 2,667 Battle Record: 21-35 Rep Power: 1932960	In. __________________ Vetwork, bitches.

09-25-2015, 09:04 AM	#2
Bobby Bigelow Saviorself Join Date: Sep 2015 Posts: 29 Battle Record: 1-1 Rep Power: 0	Check.

09-27-2015, 12:49 PM	#4
Bobby Bigelow Saviorself Join Date: Sep 2015 Posts: 29 Battle Record: 1-1 Rep Power: 0	"All The World's Stage" Inside a box of glass and wires, Sentimental words uttered from the mouth of the tired, With forceful attempts to inspire, Subtraction of comprehension to add the fuel to the fire, These liars tether the gullible, Control over the next move, Till a spark reveals the truth that the camera man shoots, Their blinding light brews a fight or flight mood, Influencing these impartial type of views, Lonely souls yearning for an alternate release, Peeking out from the darkness under their stained sheets, One sentence away from the false sense of feeling complete, Fading thoughts of eventually reaching that peaceful retreat, But the back of the mind confines a deadly plan, Drips of crimson red causing messy hands, A heavy burden latched onto the belt in his pants, Starting a journey back to the haunting memories of his past, At last, the crumpled bills are forked over to a lost soul, Recruiting another follower on the long road, A thousand foot steps still the end doesn't show, Frustration turns to loathing, Time fading and cutting close, Withering hopes, The sight of a smile leads to panic, The brain contains the rage but the hand does the damage, Repremand it, At a disadvantage surrounded by badges, Spot the precise holes that cant be covered with a bandage, Block out the scene, Regrets of deciding on that fateful choice, Deafening claps... The laid out fleece is getting moist, The tired speaks again, Now scanning the voids on that damaged boy, They may have taken his last breath but never could take his voice, One click of a button; static noise.