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Identity Crisis: Round 1

- 25-40 Lines 
- Best of 5
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- Wednesday April 5th, Midnight GMT time
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Battler 11

"No Fire Flies In Jars"


I wanted to be a kid, riding bikes catching fire flies in jars-

but he made me cry so hard, that liar now my mind is scarred-

Every night before he came home I was already scared-

As I am well aware & prepared for his deadly stare-

Quivering under my bed with my tear soaked teddy bear-

And in a few moments it was time as the fire unraveled-

Heard him coming up the driveway as his tires spit gravel-

Tired & baffled as to how he can have my soul entirely trampled-

I heard the screen door slam as he twisted the whisky top-

He lifted & sipped a shot , finished it then sniffed a pop-

Heard the work boots at my door & quickly he picked the lock-

He entered while giggling as he whispered my name-

I could hear his work keys jingling as he insisted on pain-

the next noise imprinted my brain as he unbuckled his belt-

Guess I'm gettin' whipped cus all his knuckles have welts-

I felt him grip my ankles as I screamed with my nails on the floor-

He yanked me from under the bed & screamed "You frail little whore"-

"You think this trailer is yours" as he repeatedly whipped me demeaningly-

He covered my eyes and sat me down as if he defeated me-


16 burns later...


I could smell the stench of flesh from every cigarette burn-

Made me believe these were all gifts that I earned-

As my mom witnessed but dismissed her concerns-

A game he always won, never missing a turn-

This was the shit that I learned, in every inch of my nerves-

Or inappropriate kiss I endured, or inexplicable bliss that occurred-

I was finally alone as I could smell the ash that circled my wounds-

this merciless doom, I could still see the smoke that lurked in my room-

Didn't sleep that night as I waited for him to leave before dawn-

I know he thinks hes the king and he believes I'm his pawn-

So when he left I rolled up  the sleeves on my arms-

As I was conceiving this harm, but for the "silent queen"-

I can't wait to go into her room and indulge in her violent screams-

Try to lie to me? You turned your back on your abused daughter-

Now Ima hit YOU harder, for actin' like I was some confused martyr-

Now who's smarter, as I grab the sharpest knife from the counter-

Sneak in her room as I pounce and try to just mount her-

She reversed me as we both fell to the side of the bed-

Next thing I know is I have a pistol outlining my head-

We were both frozen as my mom stepped on the knife-

She squeezed the trigger & said "no more pain for the rest of your life"-



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Battler 22

Lipstick now acts as a mask,to hide my parody of stains, 

And with each stroke its tasked,to cover my life's pains, 

So much of it is asked,as little of my persona's remains, 

Shattered thoughts grasped,as if their sieved and strained, 

Click click click,these moments captured to create a trend, 

Where fashion & fickle stick,& into one another they blend, 

Didn't envisage or comprehend,my life is owned via a lens, 

Plus with no real friends,on who if not me can I depend?,

I'm a self harming queen,with a dismorphia on how I look, 

& Flies playin war is the theme,acting like pawns & Rooks,

Started modelling at age 17,a young girl chasing her dream, 

Lured by the lights & scene,I was bland as an empty book,

I reached the heights at 23,as within my career and destiny,

Glossary full to capacity,in the game Im viewed as hierarchy, 

With cuts to my legs in Zagreb,did a photo shoot as they bled, 

Was a predator at my lowest ebb,hence the flies on my web, 

& this shoot here is for a video game,which is called Evil Plain, 

Used & abused Im now lame,self harming just to keep sane,

Reflections I hate,I've even smashed every mirror up to date, 

Alone with this fate,I wish I could shelve it like a china plate, 

But I'm dishevelled,confused and tortured in this living Hell,

Want to call time by ringing a bell,this ain't a pitch I could sell, 

Although I'm on the A list,i'd give it all up quick like a bad dish, 

But I do have a wish,to swim free in life like a river lets a fish

& like a Pol-ish touching a pole I'm bi-polar,all i want is relief, 

To walk the Suns solar,whilst sippin a cola without this grief,

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very evenly matched here, i must say.

11, so this story tells of an abused girl who took out her rage on her mother due to her (mother) complacency to the abuse. the first stanza was great. great visual. flow was crisp and rhymes was pretty good; some nice multies implemented. the 2nd stanza took a bit of a nosedive. the wording suffered a bit mostly due to a focus on plot, which is understandable. "acting like i was some confused martyr" was awkward. as to was the "tried to just mount her" line lol. but overall, a very nice story that spoke on something relevant. enjoyed it, sir!

22, this verse was a bout a celebrity who's suffering from depression. the metaphors and a lot of the wording was really good. imagery was strong for the most part and u did a great job sketching the character's turmoil. the minor problem i had here was the mechanics. the flow was jumpy in some instances. you have this thing where u would put a comma in the middle of each line. linguistically it made sense but u did it almost all the way through. i wish you would make more of the lines a fluent flow and not as much pauses, nah mean? its no big deal if u look at the big picture but it def took slightly a way from an otherwise great read.

vote, 22. this was basically a battle between battler 11's mechanics and battler 22 wording. the story were both good but. the deciding factor was, in terms of overall product, 22 gave a bit more with an engaging story, imagery and high level of literary execution.


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First thing I noticed was this looked a bit long @ 40 lines! TBH that's a complete blow out
SO reading this and despite it being a standard kind of storyline, I have to say right from the gate your descriptive wording is brilliant here.
Little things like the spitting gravel and jingling keys....Wow
You really enhanced the visuals here
The rhyming was pretty strong throughout
Honestly I really liked a lot of this, my only small problem is the extra 8 lines at the end, you went over the limit and strangely the end felt rushed
Slightly overcooked then, but still very enjoyable
...........

"No Fire Flies In Jars"

I wanted to be a kid, riding bikes catching fire flies in jars-
but he made me cry so hard, that liar now my mind is scarred-
Every night before he came home I was already scared-
As I am well aware & prepared for his deadly stare-
Quivering under my bed with my tear soaked teddy bear-
And in a few moments it was time as the fire unraveled-
Heard him coming up the driveway as his tires spit gravel-
Tired & baffled as to how he can have my soul entirely trampled-
I heard the screen door slam as he twisted the whisky top-
He lifted & sipped a shot , finished it then sniffed a pop-
Heard the work boots at my door & quickly he picked the lock-
He entered while giggling as he whispered my name-
I could hear his work keys jingling as he insisted on pain-
the next noise imprinted my brain as he unbuckled his belt-
Guess I'm gettin' whipped cus all his knuckles have welts-
I felt him grip my ankles as I screamed with my nails on the floor-
He yanked me from under the bed & screamed "You frail little whore"-
"You think this trailer is yours" as he repeatedly whipped me demeaningly-
He covered my eyes and sat me down as if he defeated me-

13 burns later...

I could smell the stench of flesh from every cigarette burn-
Made me believe these were all gifts that I earned-
As my mom witnessed but dismissed her concerns-
A game he always won, never missing a turn-
This was the shit that I learned, in every inch of my nerves-
Or inappropriate kiss I endured, or inexplicable bliss that occurred-
I was finally alone as I could smell the ash that circled my wounds-
this merciless doom, I could still see the smoke that lurked in my room-
Didn't sleep that night as I waited for him to leave before dawn-
I know he thinks hes the king and he believes I'm his pawn-
So when he left I rolled up the sleeves on my arms-
As I was conceiving this harm, but for the "silent queen"-
I can't wait to go into her room and indulge in her violent screams-
Try to lie to me? You turned your back on your abused daughter-
Now Ima hit YOU harder, for actin' like I was some confused martyr-
Now who's smarter, as I grab the sharpest knife from the counter-
Sneak in her room as I pounce and try to just mount her-
She reversed me as we both fell to the side of the bed-
Next thing I know is I have a pistol outlining my head-
We were both frozen as my mom stepped on the knife-
She squeezed the trigger & said "no more pain for the rest of your life"-
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22

First up and I'm saying you took a really good angle on this and did use some nice character building vocabulary..
It had realness and felt like it was true representation of the fashion world.
The rhyming in general was decent if a little simple at times
A very enjoyable read despite that slightly underwhelming ending

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Lipstick now acts as a mask,to hide my parody of stains, 
And with each stroke its tasked,to cover my life's pains, 
So much of it is asked,as little of my persona's remains, 
Shattered thoughts grasped,as if their sieved and strained, 
Click click click,these moments captured to create a trend, 
Where fashion & fickle stick,& into one another they blend, 
Didn't envisage or comprehend,my life is owned via a lens, 
Plus with no real friends,on who if not me can I depend?,
I'm a self harming queen,with a dismorphia on how I look, 
& Flies playin war is the theme,acting like pawns & Rooks,
Started modelling at age 17,a young girl chasing her dream, 
Lured by the lights & scene,I was bland as an empty book,
I reached the heights at 23,as within my career and destiny,
Glossary full to capacity,in the game Im viewed as hierarchy, 
With cuts to my legs in Zagreb,did a photo shoot as they bled, 
Was a predator at my lowest ebb,hence the flies on my web, 
& this shoot here is for a video game,which is called Evil Plain, 
Used & abused Im now lame,self harming just to keep sane,
Reflections I hate,I've even smashed every mirror up to date, 
Alone with this fate,I wish I could shelve it like a china plate, 
But I'm dishevelled,confused and tortured in this living Hell,
Want to call time by ringing a bell,this ain't a pitch I could sell, 
Although I'm on the A list,i'd give it all up quick like a bad dish, 
But I do have a wish,to swim free in life like a river lets a fish
& like a Pol-ish touching a pole I'm bi-polar,all i want is relief, 
To walk the Suns solar,whilst sippin a cola without this grief,

,..........
So this battle was a pleasure to​ read
It's not an easy vote here
For me battler 11
Just had that extra edge on rhyming ability and descriptive wording
Things like that are what I look for
Vote11
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your verse started off solid. the lines were flowing and had a vivid story to tell. I liked the way you pictured the scene. then when you got to the end of next two bars, it didnt rhyme for me. "trampled" didnt thyme for me and it made it look too forced. however, i was diging the imagery. 


I heard the screen door slam as he twisted the whisky top-
He lifted & sipped a shot , finished it then sniffed a pop

then this ^ bar brought me back to the verse. its perfect and very beautifuly written. syllable perfect bar which is beautifuly pictured by simple but affective multis and internals. 

the verse only went better from there ^. imagery was spot on and lines were smooth. the way you pictured him opening the lock and giggling while hollering your name def. shaped your character as a twisted fuck which was your intention. The next lines were good aswell. How he dragged you from under the bed and beat you, however, i thought that you could use a bar or two more to picture what was going through your mind while he did that. maybe its just me but i was captured inside that moment and wanted a little bit more. 

the next bars were very nice but (im going to be extra critical here) they missed the flow here and there. I am not going to tell you that you can sacrifice the flow a little for the sake of powerful content. if its a rap verse, it needs to flow nomatter what. 


Try to lie to me? You turned your back on your abused daughter-

Now Ima hit YOU harder, for actin' like I was some confused martyr-

i found the above bar very powerful. It has some syllable issues but the content was strong. 
the remaing bars were good. not inch perfect but not bad atall. 

overall I think that your verse was solid and story was fine. i always find stories with twists more interesting but their are two things which i want to mention. 
1st. When i saw the picture, child abuse was the first thing that came to my mind. either we think alike lol or the plot was kind of predictable. I knew where it was leading right from the beginning. 
2nd. I didnt get it. why you tried to take revenge from the mother? the "silent queen" and another bar explained some bits but I really wanted more as to why you chose to take it out on her. 
 
with that being said, i found the verse pretty good technically and storyline was nice. I enjoyed reading it. 



battler 22

your first two bars were nice but I was desperately looking for some nice multis aswell. rhymings felt basic to me. 
the lens concept was dope but i thought you could have had used it in a more powerful way. 
From there on, you had some really nice concepts and lines. some of the concepts include empty book, river/fish etc. 
i thought your storyline was very week as you were picturing a scene but it wasnt moving on from that. it could have had been a lot more interesting if their was a solid story going on. maybe a twist at the end and leave the reader shocked? 
your rhymings were very basic and your story ( if their was any) was weak imo. i think you can improve a lot by simply doing two things before you start writing. make a rough plot in your mind about how you want to start and end it. then devide it in sections and have a rough idea about what parts you want to focus on more. 
also, work on your rhymings. you need to be able to write some good multis which not only keep the reader inside the story but also helps it flow a lot better. 


vote :  battler 11


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"No Fire Flies In Jars"

 

I wanted to be a kid, riding bikes catching fire flies in jars-

but he made me cry so hard, that liar now my mind is scarred-

Every night before he came home I was already scared-

As I am well aware & prepared for his deadly stare-

Quivering under my bed with my tear soaked teddy bear-

And in a few moments it was time as the fire unraveled-

Heard him coming up the driveway as his tires spit gravel-

Tired & baffled as to how he can have my soul entirely trampled-

I heard the screen door slam as he twisted the whisky top-

He lifted & sipped a shot , finished it then sniffed a pop-

Heard the work boots at my door & quickly he picked the lock-

He entered while giggling as he whispered my name-

I could hear his work keys jingling as he insisted on pain-

the next noise imprinted my brain as he unbuckled his belt-

Guess I'm gettin' whipped cus all his knuckles have welts-

I felt him grip my ankles as I screamed with my nails on the floor-

He yanked me from under the bed & screamed "You frail little whore"-

"You think this trailer is yours" as he repeatedly whipped me demeaningly-

He covered my eyes and sat me down as if he defeated me-

 

 

 

Bro… the multis just string this along so nicely. Very smooth writing style and I like your descriptions. That tear soaked teddy bear, and the tires spit gravel is dope, especially the gravel part, I could invision it as he pulled in. flow wise this is on point those multis are just fresh and abundant. I like how you ended this first part with her essentially defeated and seems almost dead from the abuse he just laid down on her. The nails on the floor, frail little whore was nice multis, love the last couplet on this part as well.

 

 

 

 

16 burns later...

 

I could smell the stench of flesh from every cigarette burn-

Made me believe these were all gifts that I earned-

As my mom witnessed but dismissed her concerns-

A game he always won, never missing a turn-

This was the shit that I learned, in every inch of my nerves-

Or inappropriate kiss I endured, or inexplicable bliss that occurred-

I was finally alone as I could smell the ash that circled my wounds-

this merciless doom, I could still see the smoke that lurked in my room-

Didn't sleep that night as I waited for him to leave before dawn-

I know he thinks hes the king and he believes I'm his pawn-

So when he left I rolled up  the sleeves on my arms-

As I was conceiving this harm, but for the "silent queen"-

I can't wait to go into her room and indulge in her violent screams-

Try to lie to me? You turned your back on your abused daughter-

Now Ima hit YOU harder, for actin' like I was some confused martyr-

Now who's smarter, as I grab the sharpest knife from the counter-

Sneak in her room as I pounce and try to just mount her-

She reversed me as we both fell to the side of the bed-

Next thing I know is I have a pistol outlining my head-

We were both frozen as my mom stepped on the knife-

She squeezed the trigger & said "no more pain for the rest of your life"-

 

 

Well hot damn, this escalated and turned. I did not see this happeneing, I wasn’t even sure there was a mother in the picture. She was introduced rather abruptly, but for the limited amount of space it was very clean and well done. I like the twist of the story and how essentially the mom doesn’t stop the father from harming the daughter, then the daughter takes it out on the mother. Shit escalated very quick at the end and you almost feel as if they mother truly thinks she did what was best for the shild when she shoots her to put her out of her misery. Nice job here man. I think I know who wrote this, very dope storytelling, this is the smoothest piece ive read from the entries.

 

Over all you had nice mutlis, nice transitional rhymes, good end rhymes, a nice vocabulary and an amazing story. I do feel as if you eased up a bit with the mutlis in the second hald, they weren’t or didn’t feel as abundant as the first half, but still strung along the story very well.

 

 

 

 

Battler 22

 

Lipstick now acts as a mask,to hide my parody of stains, 

And with each stroke its tasked,to cover my life's pains, 

So much of it is asked,as little of my persona's remains, 

Shattered thoughts grasped,as if their sieved and strained, 

Click click click,these moments captured to create a trend, 

Where fashion & fickle stick,& into one another they blend, 

Didn't envisage or comprehend,my life is owned via a lens, 

Plus with no real friends,on who if not me can I depend?,

It seems their life blows, its def at a low. Im enjoying the angle, but the story isn’t pulling me in too much. There is a good description of the person, but there isn’t a rolling picture, rather it’s a series of pictures. I like your rhymes falling in the middle and the end of your lines, but I do wish id see some multi word rhymes, at least see more of them. Being that there are less multi word rhymes tis good you kept some fresh internal/half way rhymes to help the story go along.

I'm a self harming queen,with a dismorphia on how I look, 

& Flies playin war is the theme,acting like pawns & Rooks,

Started modelling at age 17,a young girl chasing her dream, 

Lured by the lights & scene,I was bland as an empty book,

I reached the heights at 23,as within my career and destiny,

Glossary full to capacity,in the game Im viewed as hierarchy, 

With cuts to my legs in Zagreb,did a photo shoot as they bled, 

Was a predator at my lowest ebb,hence the flies on my web, 

& this shoot here is for a video game,which is called Evil Plain, 

Im falling off a little bit on this tid bit. I ddint really care for the game aspect of this and I didn’t care for how that new rhyme came in/landed when reading aloud (personal pref. this part lost my attention a little.

Used & abused Im now lame,self harming just to keep sane,

Reflections I hate,I've even smashed every mirror up to date, 

Alone with this fate,I wish I could shelve it like a china plate, 

 

That china plate line was dope, we getting back into this, really depressed person, very apparent.

But I'm dishevelled,confused and tortured in this living Hell,

Want to call time by ringing a bell,this ain't a pitch I could sell, 

Although I'm on the A list,i'd give it all up quick like a bad dish, 

But I do have a wish,to swim free in life like a river lets a fish

& like a Pol-ish touching a pole I'm bi-polar,all i want is relief, 

To walk the Suns solar,whilst sippin a cola without this grief,

I enjoyed how this ended, I was still interested in the story, I managed to get back into it. You really did a great job describing how miserable this person is, you did the best from what ive read describing the inter conscience/feelings/perspective. The part this lacked for me was the rolling picture aspect.

Overall:

Both battlers came with different angles, one did a rolling movie with nice multis strung along especially in the first half. The other battler showed more of what was going on in the mind rather than the outside perspective.

I was more intune with battler 11 on this one, the story was phenomenal and really kept me wanting to read more. Id love to see both of you take something away form eachother as if these two different types were combined ino one, it would be the most ridiculous piece ever.

Mfvgt Battler 11

 

 

 

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Wow that ending of taking anger out on the mother who said and did nothing "silent queen" this was a horrifically beautiful story and such a unexpected twist and non cliche ending. Hell yes

Right from the start your rhymes and set ups were great. Your imagery was crisp, clear and to the point without wasting lines
The line about his knuckles was my favorite

This piece worked so well it told an amazing story to a great rhythm and beat, transitions were smooth and rhyme schemes were very well done

Battler 22

This was very well done, it was a very text book multi rhyme scheme style setup carried through out most of the verse

That being said it wouldn't the many Multis became repeatable and a little predictable after a bit. There was just so many that it stole the lustre away from some very well written lines

IMO try and diversify your rhyme schemes to give your piece more of a dynamic and set up the hits a bit more so they resonate with the reader a bit better. Almost as if you were to install patience into your writing. You obviously know what you're doing and you're very talented but the rushed writing/urgency to fit so much into each lines comes off as a bit stressed.



MVGT battler 11.. Both pieces were both technically nice. And well written. Altho battler 11 had more dynamics within their verse
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