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Topic Without My Glasses

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I.
I am.
I am in.
In I am.
yes.

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Life isn't a bitch...
she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis

How is he thirteenth? He's nice. . Damnit, good luck.

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I'll post up tonight. . Try to get yours done tonight, U.S. . We're gonna need some votes. Good Luck

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I write it tonight...but I gotta get up early tomorrow, so I'll post it before I go out.
Then we have all of wednesday for votes.

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Life isn't a bitch...
she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis

Without My Glasses
the sun was bright that morning, the grass was green below
ultraviolent rays glanced off the pond;the ducks swam real slow
firm bench under me gave me confidence, it wouldn't give way
in this great green park of happiness, nothing could ruin today

in the park the glorious morning,I was giving the ducks some bread
finding I'd used what was in my hand, I leanded to get some instead
from my bag down below the bench, where grass and flower grows
something unexpected occurred...my glasses slipped off my nose...

At first everything seemed normal, 'til I noticed the dryed soil
and where the duck pond used to be, sick mutations swam in oil
the beautiful sun had disappeared, the sky was blackest night
but vision was no problem...All the fire gave flickering light

the air encompassing me was a stale, polluted smogginess
though transparent, it covered the evil place with fogginess
burning rubber was it's aroma; my lungs seemed filled with tar
replacing trees and flowers were charred stumps and flaming cars

through crackling flame I heard all the tortured screams of anguish
I searched for magic lamps so I could wish for the pains to vanish
my stomach turned and my mind swerved onto the wrong side of the road
no matter what happened now, those screams would violate my lobes

the moment passed and looked down just to see my glasses there
on grizzly soil those constants were; I laid my senses bare
I lunged for them with all the strength of 10 grinches plus 2
perhaps childishness could unmake what insanity would surly do

I replaced my glasses on my face, and nothing was as it seemed
returned to the park of happiness,that magnificent world of dreams
knowing that mirror existence was future, our world was out of luck
Sadly, the only difference I can make is feeding another duck...

-I never considered what I saw that day a hallucination,
they say people don't remember those anyways...
I didn't tell anyone either, who would believe me?
Surly not you, and definatly not anyone who could prevent it
But I returned to that park every day until I died,
and I sure as hell never lost my glasses again.-

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Life isn't a bitch...
she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis

*Speechless*^

^^^damn dawg.................... you ripped that topic up....... good shit

The following is an excerpt from missing teenager Robert Thomas' English 11 Poetry Journal. Thomas has been missing for eight days from his Surburban Philadelphia home, and hope is starting to diminish among the local masses.

"Bifocals. . I've never gone without 'em, they include the entire tense. .
Past, present, phuture. . With my glasses, I can't elude my environment
They call me rich and suburban. . But I can see clearly when the signs are posed
Closedminded? They won't let me in the circle; I think that their minds are closed
I need new peers. . Instruct me, somebody, introduce me to the world
They say my world's jewels . Well their culture's been produced within my pearl
Fifty Cent, Eminem. . Mainstream fiends most have come to emulate and cherish (but, not me)
If these kids really hated me. . I'm pretty sure I could sense the hate and perish
I want their lives. . I want to be urbanized, live between food stamps and pay checks
I want the girls to notice me. . They say, "We're pimps! And you can't have safe sex!"
I want that. . I feel like a nobody, a John Doe. . Even a son of a who
All I want is an opportunity to prove that I can run with their crew."

. .THE NEWS REPORT. .
No updates on the Robert Thomas story, unfortunately, no major leads or evidence
His family has given up hope. . "He was a heavenly seed, and his seed's been heaven-sent."
A gang turf-war may have paid dividends to Robert's disapperance
Angry neighbors say that if Robert's kidnappers are found, "a mob of fists will spear it."
But Robert wished to run with the tough crowd, critics say he brought his doom
If he didn't whiff the scent of death, they say he would've caught it soon
Some say Robert was blinded by mainstream felons with hidden agendas
A bright future was certainly foreshadowed. . From Rob's principal, "The kid was stupendous. ."
A scholar athlete, he had it all. . He left a life of fair cops and order
But he was targeted from the moment that his first hair hopped "the border"
How do we remember Robert? No talk, a case ensnared by spoken masses. .
Suburbia falls, the case is solved. . Wait, what is this!?













A pair of broken glasses.

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Hoe-Lee Fuck....

Understatements Was Amazing, ... I Was In Awe...
Then I Read Lyricalis... And Was Even More In Awe...
Understatement, yours took my breath away. like wow...
Lyricali's also did that, This is Fucking Hard To Call

Ok Now On The Real..

Under - Yours Strayed Off A Lil Bit, Wasn't Feelin All The Vocab
But It Was An Amazing Verse, Legend Worthy..

Lyricali - Yours Was On Topic, Feeling It Hard...
I Liked The Way You Had The Dissapearance,
And Left The Crowd In Awe At The End With The
Glasses Line.. Mos Def Legend Worthy..

In Conclusion: I think Lyricali Took This, Cuz I Loved.
The Concept, And The Direction He Took This Topical.

This Was Close Guys..

Vote Lyricali

votes, please. . 1-0

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^ for the voters, yes?

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Life isn't a bitch...
she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis

yeh dam nice
props to both of you......(who the fuck did the seeds?????)
unders was dope and i liked his shit
good concept and imagery of the story.well told
then i got to Ali's....and it was even more dope
i liked the way u told it and the vocab imagery etc was dope
basically u came that bit doper than under
vote Lyricali

wow...... see this is why i love this site..... talent... pure talent

i loved both of the topicals...... when i read understatement's i thought "there is no way that lyricali could beat that" and i was right...... i liked lyricali's concept and delivery ALOT.... but i think that under had a better topical...... it was a great story...... but this was a very close match up..... good job to both

vote = understatement

vote on the match up with me and mystik mind