1 Zach's Post in Bars Tue Nov 13, 2018 2:42 am
Makoto~
D-rank
The sound rang out in the arena’s open air
A battle he felt in the earth shake as you look at his hair.
The crowd was roaring as a boy sat on the earth.
He was nervous like a girl giving birth.
His arms felt heavy like spaghetti, exploding from his mouth to the floor
So sweaty, so calm, not ready for it anymore.
He had these feelings of breathing swelling his flat chest
You would be surprised to find he looked like a man with a breast
With his moaning sighs of relief
Exposing all of his pain and grief
Looking to the right as if he was lost.
Reflecting on the debt that it cost.
He felt his tools, kunai of three
Knowing that none of them would ever hit me
His shuriken of five
He will throw to stay alive.
and kusarigama or whatever
pronounce it out loud as in never
With one simple word of okay to pretend he was ready for the day
As it was now time for a battle to get underway.
The fear of stabbing himself
The fear of being beaten by a child of twelve
Yoshito steps to the edge and falls for the water
So muddy and wet, like a dirty daughter
Someone called out his name, and then the name of another
If they met at any other time, you could call him your brother
A brother in arms, or a rival to beat
His opponent stood before him as there was no room for defeat
Pumping himself up, trying to look big
The small little boy, might snap him like a skinny twig
Then in the words of an old pirate man he said, "get out me swamp"
As Makoto went into hiding and would start to camp
TBC...
A battle he felt in the earth shake as you look at his hair.
The crowd was roaring as a boy sat on the earth.
He was nervous like a girl giving birth.
His arms felt heavy like spaghetti, exploding from his mouth to the floor
So sweaty, so calm, not ready for it anymore.
He had these feelings of breathing swelling his flat chest
You would be surprised to find he looked like a man with a breast
With his moaning sighs of relief
Exposing all of his pain and grief
Looking to the right as if he was lost.
Reflecting on the debt that it cost.
He felt his tools, kunai of three
Knowing that none of them would ever hit me
His shuriken of five
He will throw to stay alive.
and kusarigama or whatever
pronounce it out loud as in never
With one simple word of okay to pretend he was ready for the day
As it was now time for a battle to get underway.
The fear of stabbing himself
The fear of being beaten by a child of twelve
Yoshito steps to the edge and falls for the water
So muddy and wet, like a dirty daughter
Someone called out his name, and then the name of another
If they met at any other time, you could call him your brother
A brother in arms, or a rival to beat
His opponent stood before him as there was no room for defeat
Pumping himself up, trying to look big
The small little boy, might snap him like a skinny twig
Then in the words of an old pirate man he said, "get out me swamp"
As Makoto went into hiding and would start to camp
TBC...