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| Voting Style: | Open | Point System: | 7 Point | ||
| Started: | 4/9/2014 | Category: | Arts | ||
| Updated: | 7 years ago | Status: | Post Voting Period | ||
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 Pro Hope Despair And Love. Now the first round is acceptance. So I hope you accept my debate DauntlessWarrior  Con thank you for this opportunity and i look forward to this debate with you |
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Pro Pain has ruled my life Telling me what to do Turning my world to a blight Until I saw her face Her beautiful face She was like an angel Who gave me grace My hope has been like a flower Every day, every month It has been gaining power She made my hope soar She made it fly like an eagle and she gave me my roar But when I see her smile my heart beats fast And then like a bullet. I felt no more vile So like the feet of an antelope Thanks to her, her eyes, her hair, her smile. She gives me hope Con from my opponent's piece on hope, Now i present my piece , if i might. Here is, entitled , "Fight". FIGHT Left, right. Left, right, I am going to fight. I am gonna make it out alive, And win this war tonight. The voices in my head, You don't know what they've said. Break me down, tear me apart, Then just leave me in the dark. Tonight i will, tonight i'm sure , When they enter through the door, I'll be ready to fight , I will win this fight tonight I won that fight, The one last night. In time i shall win the war, A hole in my hope, no one shall bore. By: Risha |
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Pro Pain is my sadness, rage, and fears, But despite all of that Blood is my Tears. It"s like a parasite that comes from below, Though, people can"t see it It"s there I know. I want to scream, I want to rant, I just want to, But I just can"t I Sometimes I think of the worse, that if not contained could become a hell on earth I feel really alone in the dark So shivering cold So dark and so deaf That I can"t hear my own thoughts It comes in many forms, death and despair, it will play tricks on the mind, It will pretend to be your friend But it will harm you like a bear So I said it once as I fear But just remember this Forevermore, until the end of time, end of life No matter what happens, Blood is my Tears. Con Too Late Yet again, another time, She fakes a smile, says "I'm fine". Trying to hide, The demons inside. They've broken her down, torn her apart, Her marks are a new kind of art. How long again? she doesn't know, She puts on a smile for the show. To be fine to everyone, she pretends. But her razor is her best friend. Always there when in need, It sets her free, makes her bleed. Her life is full of darkness and despair, It is not the end she fears. She wants to escape her life, As it's full of darkness, despair and lies. She tries so hard, yes she does. To ignore all the buzz. People talking about her, When will it go away?, this stormy weather. One day, she says, one day for sure, When they walk through that door. She'll be done, she'll be finished, Cause her life, its then diminished. Ashes to dust, dust to ashes, Maybe now they'd notice her wet eyelashes. They now wish they could change her fate, But now , i afraid, it's far too late ~Risha. |
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Pro Her By Brian Nagle For a long time I thought I would never know love until I found her, And my heart became like a dove. Her hair, oh her hair Is a beautiful brownish blonde With it this angel Just pulls me along Her eyes, oh her eyes. A beautiful color Brown Every time I look into them They spin me around and around.
As pale as the moon Every time I see them It makes me want to swoon. Her lips, oh her lips A magnificent red When I see them I have happy thoughts in my head I wish I could tell her I wish I could But I am afraid of the Rejection I can get from her. I still have hope With a strong feeling thats for sure. No matter what, I love her.Con Because this is our last round. Here is, "Maybe" I'm supposed to full this page with love, With words so pure as though from a dove. But how can I write something, That i've never been in ? I do not know if love is real, But I do know how i feel. When I look into his eyes of gray, I seem to forget the rainy days. His smile is warm like a summer's day, When he speaks, he takes my breath away. The words dance off his tongue, Fills the spaces between us among. Soft as silk looks his hair, Any other color I can not bare. He is tall, that's the best, So I can rest my head of his chest. One day i'll approach him, but not today, Now i'll stand my distance and i will pray. That one day if I persist, Maybe he'll know that i exist. ~Risha |
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