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- Feb 25, 2007
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So yea, while I'm back in my WC3 phase i decided that I might as well share some of my work from other genres. Writing is one of the main things I... do. So here's a couple of poems to get started. Also, please note that the majority of my poems are actually psuedo-raps.
The Race - I guess I chose this one to start with because it says "blacktop" in it. Yea...
Ready.
He takes a knee.
Set.
He prepares to flee.
Go.
Exploding off of the blacktop,
His hands drop,
He won't stop,
And now he's free.
The race starts in a bang,
and ends with a slap.
Her hand on his face,
or just the same old crap?
He's wrapped up in a mess
That he probably caused,
But now he's scared to death
And he wants it all paused.
Its a panic driven rush;
You know, a two-way joint.
Niether of em wanna stop,
For fear of dissapointing
Their significant other,
But they both say they don't care.
Even though they both do,
And that makes life fair?
He makes death-defying leaps
through rings of fire,
All for this girl,
to satisfy her.
She has his life in her hands,
And he really doesn't know
What she's gonna decide
And so it's on with the show;
The charade that they both act in,
Or maybe only one of them,
But they won't tell eachother,
Because it might be the end of em.
And niether of em wants that,
Regardless of their dreams.
Because right now theyre happy,
Or that's the way is seems.
Freestyle - Cooked up for the WoW OT forums where some guy started a freestyle battle.
Return back to basement of your mother's house;
That dark, damp room in which you imagine a spouse.
Don't hate on the messenger, I just spit rhymes,
These words here are immortal, unchanged by the times.
My flow shines like the light at the end of a tunnel,
And some even call it devine.
My work is superbly refined,
I shatter skulls and break spines.
Groundbreaking, the name is still on the table.
Reserved for the true player, perverse and unstable.
So before you go further and get yourself caught in the game,
Beware the apocalypse, remember my name.
That's all for now, more to come... maybe.
The Race - I guess I chose this one to start with because it says "blacktop" in it. Yea...
Ready.
He takes a knee.
Set.
He prepares to flee.
Go.
Exploding off of the blacktop,
His hands drop,
He won't stop,
And now he's free.
The race starts in a bang,
and ends with a slap.
Her hand on his face,
or just the same old crap?
He's wrapped up in a mess
That he probably caused,
But now he's scared to death
And he wants it all paused.
Its a panic driven rush;
You know, a two-way joint.
Niether of em wanna stop,
For fear of dissapointing
Their significant other,
But they both say they don't care.
Even though they both do,
And that makes life fair?
He makes death-defying leaps
through rings of fire,
All for this girl,
to satisfy her.
She has his life in her hands,
And he really doesn't know
What she's gonna decide
And so it's on with the show;
The charade that they both act in,
Or maybe only one of them,
But they won't tell eachother,
Because it might be the end of em.
And niether of em wants that,
Regardless of their dreams.
Because right now theyre happy,
Or that's the way is seems.
Freestyle - Cooked up for the WoW OT forums where some guy started a freestyle battle.
Return back to basement of your mother's house;
That dark, damp room in which you imagine a spouse.
Don't hate on the messenger, I just spit rhymes,
These words here are immortal, unchanged by the times.
My flow shines like the light at the end of a tunnel,
And some even call it devine.
My work is superbly refined,
I shatter skulls and break spines.
Groundbreaking, the name is still on the table.
Reserved for the true player, perverse and unstable.
So before you go further and get yourself caught in the game,
Beware the apocalypse, remember my name.
That's all for now, more to come... maybe.
