Fall Topical Tourney:: the talent \/ perma frost

Discussion in 'the Onslaught' started by Vern Acular, Nov 8, 2003.

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  1. Vern Acular

    Vern Acular 12x RSTL Champ

    Oct 10, 2001
    verses due 11:59pm eastern Tuesday
    votes due 11:59am Saturday

    Rd 1 is open mic week, create your own open mic, it can be about anything, just make sure it's good enough to impress your voter

    ::line limit::

    20 bars min :: 40 bars max

    no more no less

    there will be no extensions, bitching, or bull shit tolerated

    if you want to win and think you can win, show up on time, follw the rules, and post a quotable verse

    good luck to everyone

  2. Vern Acular

    Vern Acular 12x RSTL Champ

    Oct 10, 2001
    i hope you both dont no show, atleast check in...
  3. Tha Talent

    Tha Talent , Tha Master.

    Jun 3, 2002
    a blatant off road swerve, he lost hold first
    then tossed all mirth in a applausable curse
    a quintessential loser, never a bruiser
    cruiser, just driving through life without a few curves
    straight liner, white shirt, black tie and suited
    nine to five, fine with life, danced right through music
    a few flips, of a coin, but probability wasn't stable
    unable, ungrateful, change would just make bull -
    - shit, and he didn't have the time
    reputation to uphold, couldn't lip a sip of wine
    missing out on times, a wallflower in his own home
    scared the TV might want to shake his hand he'd drone, `lone
    and hold own, scattered his shattered mind to himself
    typical slouch, but too scared to add some spine for his health
    see he's...straining his eyes, patient in fright
    clinging to the office wall, facially white
    blatantly trife, the annual office party, a nightmare
    right there, with too many people, left in spites glare
    couldn't duck out, he didn't need the next day's questions
    confessions, are best left spent in the blessing
    of church, with a wall slidding between humanity
    and deity, so now he huddles down in insanity
    maddening, what if? what then? what now?
    the sound of silence stalks him around
    and clowns, and drowns him in its murky essense
    a presense, so omnicient he didn't get the message
    of a girl tapping him on the shoulder, he'd known her
    from work, flowing blonde hair, and eyes to uphold her
    as a goddess, she was beauty at its peak
    lasting, sweet moments made him glad she'd seen
    him for a second, then it all came back, all a trap
    they'd fall and laugh, if they could read his mind, so he stalled and asked
    "yes?" her responce echoed in a sweet soprano
    "come and dance, for, me, with me, if you can stand up"
    so to the cold, hard wood, he would walk
    and the night began, lights then ran, she would talk
    and he could listen, and she would listen to him for once
    dimples cupped her cherry cheeks, he even took a drink for once
    and a bigger cup, a bigger cup, the night went on forever
    and never, did he feel the need, to then sever
    hopped in the car at a quarter past three
    started the engine, suspension, a fast speed
    but he made it, went to bed, and didn't go to work
    3 days later, a neighbor, opened the door, hesetant creeks
    and he found him drowned in his vomit, with a smile etched in his cheeks
  4. Vern Acular

    Vern Acular 12x RSTL Champ

    Oct 10, 2001
    talent moves to rd 2

    unseen can you close this please
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