3. Eye-Rime - (32) vs. 14. L Dogg - (5) VOTE NOW!
This is a discussion on 3. Eye-Rime - (32) vs. 14. L Dogg - (5) VOTE NOW! within the RapMusic's Storytelling League forums, part of the Text Battle Leagues category; The New RSTL Rules and Regulations VERSES DUE :Friday 11:59 pm EST. NO RECYCLING. Verses posted after the deadline will ...
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01-07-2008, 07:50 PM
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3. Eye-Rime - (32) vs. 14. L Dogg - (5) VOTE NOW!
 The New RSTL Rules and Regulations VERSES DUE:Friday 11:59 pm EST. NO RECYCLING. Verses posted after the deadline will not count! UNLESS you post your verse before mods close threads (for some odd reason), and your opponent agrees to let your verse stand. VOTES DUE: Sunday 8 PM PST. 4 votes per participant, POST LINKS in your match. Each link not posted will result in a 1 vote deduction up to 4 votes obviously. *Votes posted after deadline will not count in a tie or a close match, thus possibly resulting in a loss. GET YOUR VOTES IN. You are also required to vote on the Championship, and Contendership match which will be included in your 4 votes. If you are not in the league you cannot vote, unless you are an ex champion. Ex champions must vote on a minimum of 4 battles for their votes to count. *Check-in (Posting in your match to show that you are aware the match exists) is encouraged but not required. *Verses MUST incorporate at least one of the provided topics and must be at least 16 lines and must not exceed 64 lines. *Anyone who does not post at least 4 lines, incorporating at least one of the provided topics, is considered a no-show. *During check-in, you can ask your opponent to agree to a line limit (Minimum 16) and if your opponent agrees, Moderators will hold both participants to that limit. *Posting between 4-15 lines is considered a no-show. * EXSTENSTIONS will be granted on a case by case basis. *If your opponent no shows you will still be held accountable for posting TWO VOTES. *Votes must at least be 2 lines in length for each verse. NO SHOWS WILL COUNT AS A LOSS. Lastly: Moderators have FINAL say over all situations that arise. Amendments 1. Mods can vote. 2. You're opponent automatically gets the same extension deadline. 3. You cannot win a championship by no show. You will become the number #1 seed, but you must win by vote to be a champion. This does not apply for defenses. Last edited by Quriosity; 01-07-2008 at 08:53 PM. |
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01-12-2008, 11:29 PM
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Michael Clayton of Text
 
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sorry for the delay, but i just wasn't motivated to write and my time was limited
 “THE TINY DANCER” "There are some things under the sun that aren't meant to be understood" By Eye-Rime . . . The tune was loud, an unbearable soundtrack Blaring in the back of wherever I’m found at Permeating my pussy, stuck in a sexual trance By this slow song that keeps wetting my pants At times I sweat as I stand, so I sit and I touch The tip of my clitoris; my body wishing to fuck A dick in my butt or pussy’ll heat up the fluid As long as I can dance to the beat of the music Sweet as some nougat plus my center is mushy Staring affectionately before he enters my pussy And while rubbing the tips of my nipples I gasp Squeezing my legs tightly as to cripple the blast With my hips and my ass rubbing the sheets My oven excretes from making love to the beat Shoving it deep, the succulent meat on his bone Leaving me screaming, feeling complete as I moan Slowly rolling my hips, body so deep in the spirit That I swear my pussy lips are singing the lyrics Leaning to steer it, flesh sweating and smothered With French painted nails shredding the covers Dreading this lover whose passion’s intense Splashing my juices, and as he smashes... I flinch Laughing a bit, grabbing my hips as he thrusts He pulls my hair and I grab his dick as he busts Now I’m licking it up with a tongue to the base Gently stroking his cock as he comes on my face Numb to the taste; wiping my lips with the sheets Slipping back in my dress and dismissing the beat Then we kiss and it’s sweet, but we sigh cos it’s sad After I lace my Chucks and say goodbye to my Dad I cry just a tad and then prance through the street Suddenly hearing the song as I dance to the beat I glance to my feet, pull up my dress and I notice That my vagina is already wet, so I focus And begin touching myself right where I stand My mind never noticing the lights of the van It strikes and I’m damned, but the tune persists Even in pain, I’m still stuck in this mood to kiss My head decapitated, body lain in a pool of shit As the beat goes on, the sound was a cool abyss I drooled a bit, lusting as the blood was gushing Thinking of my clitoris and how I’d love to touch it All the scenes begin fading, but the song is clear As blood dries, but new juices in my thong appear See, the thirst was my hobby; crushed by a snobby Jerk… I thought as I watched him rush to my body His eyes were as wet as my private... Alarmed, As I saw a father watch his lover die in his arms . . . "If I'm close enough to see you I'm close enough to kill you." -- The End -- Last edited by Quriosity; 01-12-2008 at 11:51 PM. |
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01-12-2008, 11:37 PM
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Patriotic Poetic Prisoner
 
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"Evil has an address, it's in the heart of man."  From below his desk, the lives of many walk about All different people, yet colored in shadows of doubt To him, they are all the same, all humans with names Because of this, he fails to grasp their individual pains Had he known that, it might have changed what he didn’t care to see.. his hateful antics towards others, which for them was embarrassing day to day, he made his pay, searching for clues and gossip not on who’s the hottest person, but who’s the oddest; the least modest, or a petite goddess, who pukes when she eats… he would basically say anything he could to get the news of the week. As long as people read, bought and noticed his weapon prints, he remained successful, forgetting to care if he would be heaven sent… So why did he choose this path of hurting others? Maybe it was some sort of backlash… some past act Something to where he felt his life was being backstabbed.. Looking back to his adolescents, and how he was raised It didn’t appear to be the blame for the weapons he made He came from a good family who looked out for thy fellow neighbor Who stuck by moral codes… who loved to help thy fellow stranger at twelve, “We are only human” is what his mom once said when he looked at her in question, watching her give a bum her bread.. He noticed with keen senses what had occurred in that instance… why then was the act of good intention not how he handled future business? He was young then, but even searching later in life Several years past, at eighteen, still no hater in site He attended school like other boys and came home for dinners Would use “Mrs.” with a woman’s last name and other way for “Mr.” Always making sure to be polite, noticing how others felt So that if someone was in trouble he could be the one to help He held friends close… went out of his way to impress the girls And by twenty-three, graduated having respect for the world. By twenty-four, he found a career to take him up higher A huge magazine brand… starting entry level as a paper supplier With no real world experience, he hoped his kindness would carry him Only to discover it was the very thing that would burry him.. He had always thought of going into humanities work… But the journalism major forced him to have to be a jerk he didn’t find that out though, until years later, from under his boss Who would yell out slow, “Get Me That Story At All Fucking Cost!” the pressure got to him fast, subtracting what before made him proper but stayed working, lashing back, head spinning like blades on a hilicopter Being the nice guy he was, at work, just wouldn’t cut it it turned him evil, attacking people, until he began to love it Over time, the nice guy who he was from his ass kissing past Was only seen by him in the dark hole of his half empty flask The other part of him laughed, at the funny, sobbing, faces he captured That plastered front covers of his magazines bringing him money and laughter one night good screamed, viciously, from inside his soul, cold as ten degrees, To stop the madness and come to the realization and control of the epiphany sitting drunk and alone, viewing shame and feeling blame from the television He heard his inner goodness for the first time in his brain and came to listen he paid attention, growing aware of his cold hearted soul until breaking down in tears, his first slow start of control He knew heaven wouldn’t want him, but still hoped for redemption praying god might revoke the prevention… but there was so much to correct, he hoped there would be enough time To right his wrongs before he no longer could see the sun shine. Searching weeks, he found his collection, every evil attack an sat at home rewriting the bad thoughts to try an bring the people back their dignity, which he, so selfishly put to end for a price But it was too hard, grabbing his heart, he soon faced a new start in his life he knew there was no way of returning all the shame he caused The pride of too many lives were lost, even if he blamed his boss.. his heart raced in panic, feeling the cold, smokey, chill down his back until he grew still and relaxed... With my hand on his shoulder, I slowly pulled his soul from his skin letting him know, his time in my hell hole was about to begin….  Last edited by Lord Drama; 01-12-2008 at 11:49 PM. Reason: spacing was left out from e mail attachment I pasted |
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