WK1: Cakecakecake VS. Witty- WITTY WINS BY NO SHOW

Split · 02-09-2013, 11:18 PM

Verses are due Thursday 2/14 at 11:59 PST

Check-in's are not required, but if you do not check you will NOT be granted an extension.

Extensions are to be granted by the opponent before the deadline, and for 24 hours ONLY

You must vote on 3 other battles and post links. For every absent link, you will be deducted ONE vote next week.

If you no-show, you will be removed from next week and have to sign back into the league.

Topic:

Good luck!

@cakecakecake @Witty

Witty · 02-10-2013, 11:17 AM

This should be dope.

Best of luck Sir.

PancakeBrah · 02-10-2013, 06:42 PM

Adios te un recordo, bitcho!

PancakeBrah · 02-14-2013, 01:11 PM

ext

Witty · 02-14-2013, 01:39 PM

yup

Witty · 02-15-2013, 01:39 PM

I Can't Stop.

Exert 1.

My brittle bones tap the keys, trapping me within this zone
And in my soul my faculties shackle me to sit and groan
Piss and moan, unhappily I live alone within this tome
That captures me, art that craftily has stitched and sewn
Itself to me, we become one with the help we need
To help each other grow, in my art I plant my seed
My heart it can't recede, this light in the dark is meant for me
My life is in these words, I write my scars to set me free
This book is my life, it's my wand, my suit...it's my strife
Losing my wife and kids, gave me awful blues..
...But I knew I had to choose, and I knew I was right

As he sits and faces a new day, his face is a blue/gray
The gloom in his basement raises his mood's flames
As the last withering flower decays in the bouquet
He meant to give his wife, and he hates that it's too late
He's standing and pacing, finding his place in his new fate
The choice he made took faith, it raised and removed weight
Now he can't regret, he has to face it and look straight
Into the eyes of grace, and the taste on his new plate

Exert 2.

Drinking through the night, I'm sinking into fright
See I write of what I think, and only think of what I write
And this river that flows succinct, is bringing me delight
My heart and soul on a page, my misery, my fight
Physically I'm broken, mentally I split my soul in two
Keep half for me, but still give what is owed to you
I won't pretend, my writtens are my only friends
Holding hands, a special bond formed from lonely pens
See I write about my life, but my life is just my writing
And though a real life is so inviting, my soul's declining
All day I stare at this paper, my nightmare and my savior
I can't stop writing, and other people? I can't bare them...
They're fakers.

As the words leak from the pen, he's weeping again
No sleep in a week, he's much weaker than planned
His heart beats for release, while he seeks to pretend
The beast he unleashed gives him peace as a friend
Though he knows it deceives, he still won't believe that it can
Pollute his soul...it can't be evil....it can't.

Exert 3.

I'm panicking, my words rambling...I can't think anymore
My pen's ink runs dry, as I cry and sink to the floor
But I have to stand, this disaster can't kill my master plan
I've been here before, this feeling will pass again
Writer's block, a drought in my mind's eye, the fire's hot
But the words mean nothing if my mind is locked
Out of inspiration, what is this blight that God's giving?
And how can you write about life, if you're not living?
I can't leave this desk, so I sit here dancing with stress
A bitter romance that will kill my plans, I'm a mess
I know I need to get out, and just give up this damn plot
But my words need me, I need my words...I just..

...can't

stop...

02-09-2013, 11:18 PM	#1
Split . Join Date: Aug 2013 Posts: 8,904 Battle Record: 27-22 Rep Power: 85899395	WK1: Cakecakecake VS. Witty- WITTY WINS BY NO SHOW Verses are due Thursday 2/14 at 11:59 PST Check-in's are not required, but if you do not check you will NOT be granted an extension. Extensions are to be granted by the opponent before the deadline, and for 24 hours ONLY You must vote on 3 other battles and post links. For every absent link, you will be deducted ONE vote next week. If you no-show, you will be removed from next week and have to sign back into the league. Topic: Good luck! @cakecakecake @Witty __________________ http://split8.yolasite.com

02-10-2013, 11:17 AM	#2
Witty Lime Life Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 16,794 Battle Record: 30-41 Accomplishments - Only Slightly Retarded Champed - Lyric Olympics - Summer Classic Rep Power: 82986458	This should be dope. Best of luck Sir. __________________ He listens to voices inside of his mind Explicit and poisonous violent crime.

02-10-2013, 06:42 PM	#3
PancakeBrah SOBER Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 13,052 Battle Record: 2-5 Champed - AOWL Season 2 Rep Power: 85899406	Adios te un recordo, bitcho! __________________ If I ventured in the slipstream Between the viaducts of your dreams Where immobil steel rims crack And the ditch in the back road stop Could you find me?

02-14-2013, 01:11 PM	#4
PancakeBrah SOBER Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 13,052 Battle Record: 2-5 Champed - AOWL Season 2 Rep Power: 85899406	ext __________________ If I ventured in the slipstream Between the viaducts of your dreams Where immobil steel rims crack And the ditch in the back road stop Could you find me?

02-14-2013, 01:39 PM	#5
Witty Lime Life Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 16,794 Battle Record: 30-41 Accomplishments - Only Slightly Retarded Champed - Lyric Olympics - Summer Classic Rep Power: 82986458	yup __________________ He listens to voices inside of his mind Explicit and poisonous violent crime.

02-15-2013, 01:39 PM	#6
Witty Lime Life Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 16,794 Battle Record: 30-41 Accomplishments - Only Slightly Retarded Champed - Lyric Olympics - Summer Classic Rep Power: 82986458	I Can't Stop. Exert 1. My brittle bones tap the keys, trapping me within this zone And in my soul my faculties shackle me to sit and groan Piss and moan, unhappily I live alone within this tome That captures me, art that craftily has stitched and sewn Itself to me, we become one with the help we need To help each other grow, in my art I plant my seed My heart it can't recede, this light in the dark is meant for me My life is in these words, I write my scars to set me free This book is my life, it's my wand, my suit...it's my strife Losing my wife and kids, gave me awful blues.. ...But I knew I had to choose, and I knew I was right As he sits and faces a new day, his face is a blue/gray The gloom in his basement raises his mood's flames As the last withering flower decays in the bouquet He meant to give his wife, and he hates that it's too late He's standing and pacing, finding his place in his new fate The choice he made took faith, it raised and removed weight Now he can't regret, he has to face it and look straight Into the eyes of grace, and the taste on his new plate Exert 2. Drinking through the night, I'm sinking into fright See I write of what I think, and only think of what I write And this river that flows succinct, is bringing me delight My heart and soul on a page, my misery, my fight Physically I'm broken, mentally I split my soul in two Keep half for me, but still give what is owed to you I won't pretend, my writtens are my only friends Holding hands, a special bond formed from lonely pens See I write about my life, but my life is just my writing And though a real life is so inviting, my soul's declining All day I stare at this paper, my nightmare and my savior I can't stop writing, and other people? I can't bare them... They're fakers. As the words leak from the pen, he's weeping again No sleep in a week, he's much weaker than planned His heart beats for release, while he seeks to pretend The beast he unleashed gives him peace as a friend Though he knows it deceives, he still won't believe that it can Pollute his soul...it can't be evil....it can't. Exert 3. I'm panicking, my words rambling...I can't think anymore My pen's ink runs dry, as I cry and sink to the floor But I have to stand, this disaster can't kill my master plan I've been here before, this feeling will pass again Writer's block, a drought in my mind's eye, the fire's hot But the words mean nothing if my mind is locked Out of inspiration, what is this blight that God's giving? And how can you write about life, if you're not living? I can't leave this desk, so I sit here dancing with stress A bitter romance that will kill my plans, I'm a mess I know I need to get out, and just give up this damn plot But my words need me, I need my words...I just.. ...can't stop... __________________ He listens to voices inside of his mind Explicit and poisonous violent crime.