DeNiro B Milk vs Black-Book ROUND 2 BLACK-BOOK WINS!!

[IV]

DeNiro B Milk vs Black-Book

House rules apply. Any questions, contact me.

Check ins are due Friday (March 16th) at 11.59PM EST
Verses are due Monday (March 19th) at 11.59PM EST

HURRICANE KATRINA

Line length; 20-60 lines
3-0 K.O or first to 5 votes

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[IV]

DeNiro B Milk vs Black-Book

House rules apply. Any questions, contact me.

Check ins are due Friday (March 16th) at 11.59PM EST
Verses are due Monday (March 19th) at 11.59PM EST

HURRICANE KATRINA

Line length; 20-60 lines
3-0 K.O or first to 5 votes

Voting Rubix
Rhyming Scheme/Flow
Vocabulary
Topic/Meaning
Storytelling/Progression
Emotion
Imagery
Poetic Techniques
Ending

[IV]

@Black-Book yeah, he seemed quite keen at the beginning so I'm thinking he'll show this time. Should be a good round

[IV]

@Black-Book yeah, he seemed quite keen at the beginning so I'm thinking he'll show this time. Should be a good round

[DeNiro B Milk]

Checked in.

[DeNiro B Milk]

Checked in.

[NelSyn]

I can already smell the crack that this battle is gonna bring.

[NelSyn]

I can already smell the crack that this battle is gonna bring.

[IV]

Thanks for both checking in on time! Please submit your verses by Monday at 11.59EST or you will be replaced by a wild card last minute entry! Good luck!

[IV]

Thanks for both checking in on time! Please submit your verses by Monday at 11.59EST or you will be replaced by a wild card last minute entry! Good luck!

[Black Book]

Trying To Weather The Storm

I check the clock & rush to the window. In the distance I can hear the wind go, so many thoughts rush through my temple but none are simple.
I don't have much time, & I must come to acceptance. Because soon I will feel it's presence.
It is the storm that will leave me in disarray. Oh, how I miss the day when the safety inside the eye of the storm was just a kiss away.
But for now I prepare for the violence that will insue. Outside the rain strengthens & the wind too. I fear what is about to spin through.
So I get on my knees & say a prayer. But I can feel the hair on the back of my neck stand & I begin to stare at the door whose opening I beware.
Once the storm bust through the doors I'm doomed. Outside thunder boomed & objects being thrown by the wind zoomed.
The storm was in the yard approaching the doorstep. I begin to pour sweat...
...Silence...Has the storm showed mercy tonight? Have I been spared the fright?
BBLLLAAAOOOWWW! The door flys open & the storm charges me. It attacks me so brutally, it's no artistry.
I take a beating & am left in despair. I'm unconscious & completely unaware that the storm is about to give me more than a scare.
With one final blow, my life is stolen from me. But what else did I expect as I sat in my home waiting numbly?

& if it's not apparent so far, the storm is my husband coming home from the bar.
He's in a drunken state & violent rage. Yet I just sit at home waiting in a silent stage.
Why? Because I miss the time in the eye of the storm. The time when there was peace in every form & his love was so warm.
But he finally had found Satan in a glass of patron. Then he decided to bring Satan back to home & send me off to heaven all alone.

[Black Book]

Trying To Weather The Storm

I check the clock & rush to the window. In the distance I can hear the wind go, so many thoughts rush through my temple but none are simple.
I don't have much time, & I must come to acceptance. Because soon I will feel it's presence.
It is the storm that will leave me in disarray. Oh, how I miss the day when the safety inside the eye of the storm was just a kiss away.
But for now I prepare for the violence that will insue. Outside the rain strengthens & the wind too. I fear what is about to spin through.
So I get on my knees & say a prayer. But I can feel the hair on the back of my neck stand & I begin to stare at the door whose opening I beware.
Once the storm bust through the doors I'm doomed. Outside thunder boomed & objects being thrown by the wind zoomed.
The storm was in the yard approaching the doorstep. I begin to pour sweat...
...Silence...Has the storm showed mercy tonight? Have I been spared the fright?
BBLLLAAAOOOWWW! The door flys open & the storm charges me. It attacks me so brutally, it's no artistry.
I take a beating & am left in despair. I'm unconscious & completely unaware that the storm is about to give me more than a scare.
With one final blow, my life is stolen from me. But what else did I expect as I sat in my home waiting numbly?

& if it's not apparent so far, the storm is my husband coming home from the bar.
He's in a drunken state & violent rage. Yet I just sit at home waiting in a silent stage.
Why? Because I miss the time in the eye of the storm. The time when there was peace in every form & his love was so warm.
But he finally had found Satan in a glass of patron. Then he decided to bring Satan back to home & send me off to heaven all alone.

[IV]

@DeNiro B Milk

[IV]

@DeNiro B Milk

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