In this thread, concise simps all the ladies of the coli (Simp Battle - Final Round)

[obarth]

Once they called you Isis and in your name the ancient Egyptians constructed Pyramids

Hieroglyphs were etched into papyrus paper
Ebony Aphrodite and in your beauty was born the concept of loveliness supreme. Your femininity was worshipped by everyone from the lowest of peasants to the highest of Kings. You were the Goddess of the people and through you were they able to experience the concepts of hope and of faith. No earthly being could ever sit beyond you, for a throne of refinement was your rightful place.
Once they called you the Monarch of majestic Sheba, and you were praised for the grace of your voice as well as the confidence of your intelligence. The Emperor wise Solomon kneeled before you in awe of the sheer power of your elegance. Cut from a cloth of perfection and spun from the wheel of nirvana, crafted delicately with gentle pressings. You were meant as the living personification of all of God's worthy blessings. So that when time passed its unforgiving hand over the centuries, and the legacies that men had built were to fall. Whether the Testament be of old or new, the memory of light that is you would outlast them all.
Now here we exist in the present tense and looking at all the challenges that have been presented to us on this mound of Earth. As the closing moments of what I have written begin to conclude on their own as does the reverse effect of birth. I say to you that my words are pure and funneled from my heart as they guide my quill of ink. If you cannot recollect the past of your own glory, you need only join your mind, body, and soul In the place where memory and happiness link. For you are a gemstone glistening in the waters of life and a wish fulfilled for those who are fortunate enough to dream.








Wrote that for a girl when I was 18, at the height of my simp affliction

 

[concise]

Oh y'all wanna see a SIMP bruhs??

The pen taps the paper as emotions invoked from within cause the slight stir of an all too familiar sensation. My fingers begin to scrawl with lyrical precision that which has gifted me such divine inspiration. Recalling a conversation of the not so distant past in which literature was discussed and by your answer was implanted within my mind a singular clue. No more instruction is required as I attempt to accurately define the true makings of you..
Once they called you Isis and in your name the anicient Egyptians constructed Pyramids in honor of your wisdom and grace. Such royalty did you exude that Heaven itself was described as the smile upon your face. Hieroglyphs were etched into papyrus paper detailing that you were a wonder to behold. A touch of your hand was worth a kingdom of Diamonds and your kiss worth more than a mountain top of Gold.
Once they called you Ebony Aphrodite and in your beauty was born the concept of loveliness supreme. Your femininity was worshipped by everyone from the lowest of peasants to the highest of Kings. You were the Goddess of the people and through you were they able to experience the concepts of hope and of faith. No earthly being could ever sit beyond you, for a throne of refinement was your rightful place.
Once they called you the Monarch of majestic Sheba, and you were praised for the grace of your voice as well as the confidence of your intelligence. The Emperor wise Solomon kneeled before you in awe of the sheer power of your elegance. Cut from a cloth of perfection and spun from the wheel of nirvana, crafted delicately with gentle pressings. You were meant as the living personification of all of God's worthy blessings. So that when time passed its unforgiving hand over the centuries, and the legacies that men had built were to fall. Whether the Testament be of old or new, the memory of light that is you would outlast them all.
Now here we exist in the present tense and looking at all the challenges that have been presented to us on this mound of Earth. As the closing moments of what I have written begin to conclude on their own as does the reverse effect of birth. I say to you that my words are pure and funneled from my heart as they guide my quill of ink. If you cannot recollect the past of your own glory, you need only join your mind, body, and soul In the place where memory and happiness link. For you are a gemstone glistening in the waters of life and a wish fulfilled for those who are fortunate enough to dream.








Wrote that for a girl when I was 18, at the height of my simp affliction

The importance of controlling the fire. I'm glad you lived to tell the tale, breh.

 

[sanityovar8ted]

i cant be simped with the masses and a nikka didnt even say shyt but im simpin abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz them 2 nikkas need to be disqualified, that shyt dont count as simpin , real simpin will have me ova here blushing thru the keyboard n shyt

 

[Easy-E]

@Ziggiy

We u the same breh that posted a bunch of emails (of the simp variety) on SOHH? that was epic, b.

 

[Sierra Mist]

i cant be simped with the masses and a nikka didnt even say shyt but im simpin abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz them 2 nikkas need to be disqualified, that shyt dont count as simpin , real simpin will have me ova here blushing thru the keyboard n shyt

 

[sanityovar8ted]

 

[twan83]

i cant be simped with the masses and a nikka didnt even say shyt but im simpin abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz them 2 nikkas need to be disqualified, that shyt dont count as simpin , real simpin will have me ova here blushing thru the keyboard n shyt

 

[Ziggiy]

@Ziggiy

We u the same breh that posted a bunch of emails (of the simp variety) on SOHH? that was epic, b.

No

 

[Nintendough]

Oh y'all wanna see a SIMP bruhs??

The pen taps the paper as emotions invoked from within cause the slight stir of an all too familiar sensation. My fingers begin to scrawl with lyrical precision that which has gifted me such divine inspiration. Recalling a conversation of the not so distant past in which literature was discussed and by your answer was implanted within my mind a singular clue. No more instruction is required as I attempt to accurately define the true makings of you..
Once they called you Isis and in your name the ancient Egyptians constructed Pyramids in honor of your wisdom and grace. Such royalty did you exude that Heaven itself was described as the smile upon your face. Hieroglyphs were etched into papyrus paper detailing that you were a wonder to behold. A touch of your hand was worth a kingdom of Diamonds and your kiss worth more than a mountain top of Gold.
Once they called you Ebony Aphrodite and in your beauty was born the concept of loveliness supreme. Your femininity was worshipped by everyone from the lowest of peasants to the highest of Kings. You were the Goddess of the people and through you were they able to experience the concepts of hope and of faith. No earthly being could ever sit beyond you, for a throne of refinement was your rightful place.
Once they called you the Monarch of majestic Sheba, and you were praised for the grace of your voice as well as the confidence of your intelligence. The Emperor wise Solomon kneeled before you in awe of the sheer power of your elegance. Cut from a cloth of perfection and spun from the wheel of nirvana, crafted delicately with gentle pressings. You were meant as the living personification of all of God's worthy blessings. So that when time passed its unforgiving hand over the centuries, and the legacies that men had built were to fall. Whether the Testament be of old or new, the memory of light that is you would outlast them all.
Now here we exist in the present tense and looking at all the challenges that have been presented to us on this mound of Earth. As the closing moments of what I have written begin to conclude on their own as does the reverse effect of birth. I say to you that my words are pure and funneled from my heart as they guide my quill of ink. If you cannot recollect the past of your own glory, you need only join your mind, body, and soul In the place where memory and happiness link. For you are a gemstone glistening in the waters of life and a wish fulfilled for those who are fortunate enough to dream.








Wrote that for a girl when I was 18, at the height of my simp affliction

I feel the pain





@concise we now know which scallywags belong on the "do not simp list"...always the crusty hoes getting out of a woman's place and talking back. :smugcena:

 

[KTD2]

Ugh @ being simped in bulk...no thanks...

This thread is the Costco of simping.

 

[Coco Loco]

 

[opulence]

This thread is the Costco of simping.

lol

 

[Easy-E]

No

Aight

Just postin' that email reminds me of dude

I know someone remembers his name

 

[Nintendough]

You deserve your own thread. :inlove: :inlove:

 

[Coco Loco]

You deserve your own thread. :inlove: :inlove:

Thanks KG!