Liganhome and theMore Like This
heat-death of the universe
wait with definition
I step over a sleeping
and close the bathroom door
someone stashed a bottle
of nice white wine
beneath the sink
I grip neck and head
of bottle and shower
low mutters of music
from walls away
one day I
today I am
Writing Tournament 2014 ~ Round ICome one and come all, raise your pen take part in this grand literary battle! There are subscriptions, points, art, features, and more to be won! You all have until February 12th to enter.More Like This
The time is nigh for the Fourth Annual Writers--club Literature Tournament!
This is a tournament for all writers welcoming prose and poetry! It will be a grand competition spanning three rounds of literary challenge! First of all, you must be willing to write for each of the rounds over the coming months.
There will be judging at the end of each round and those who progress to the next round will have to write a new piece for the next round's theme. A new participants list with the surviving writers will be released upon the announcement of the new round.
To sign up, join the group as a member and add this blog entry to your favorites. From there, feel free to submit your entry to the Tournament Round 1 Folder.
What Things Hide In The MistI wander through the cemetery.More Like This
It's raining, like every other time I come to visit. It's lonely and cold like the grip of death has settled over this one spot. The grass is high, reaching wispy fingers to catch the very tops of the graves, no longer cut because there is no one left who cares enough.
As I walk I run my hand across the graves and wonder who and how and why. Questions their families might not even know. I wonder how many of them even have family left, I wonder how many of them are even missed. I stop by almost every cold grey and lifeless stone and read the names mechanically inscribed there. I thought that maybe I could get a feel for them, get a sense of who they were, who they will never be again.
I sigh my breath misting out blending in with the grey. The rain trickles down through the leaves, falling unevenly like tears against my uncovered skin. I shiver wondering why I hadn't brought a jacket but I knew the answer. I want to know how they feel, the bodie
UNFORTUNATE TRUTHI am the hidden one, disguised in royal robes,More Like This
And this is my kingdom that you dwell in.
My name is anger and I have come to burn
My name is avarice and I have come to take
My name is lust and I have come to poison
My name is ego and I have come to fool
My name is attachment and I have come to bind.
You know me by so many different names
But you are ignorant of my true form.
Kneel before me, your monarch of true artistry
I can give you gold today and arsenic tomorrow.
I have built kingdoms and burnt others to the ground.
It was me that spread hatred in the hearts of love
It was me that chained you to the ten directions
And it is me that your heart desires the most.
I speak the truth; it is me that you truly love.
You are a puppet at the end of a string
Swayed by the many influences I give
Everything you see is marked by my work
Without me the world you love would be no more.
This confession of a king is not without some irony
For it is also your own confession, of that I am certain.
What is Homophobia? I know homophobia. I’m only seventeen, but I know what it’s like to be hated for everything I am. I can tell you, but only in your heart. Listen to me, and let me tell you how homophobia took over my life.More Like This
Homophobia is being spit on. I know to always watch out or risk another attack. I know that no one will stand up for me today, that it will just be yesterday all over again. I know that the worst thing to do is speak up. I tried it once: they threw trash instead. So I bite my tongue and hold back the tears. I’ll cry later, after they’ve all gone home, and my mom still hasn’t come to pick me up. I’ll cry in the empty bathroom until she comes; and I’ll go home, fall in my bed, and cry some more. I’ll cry alone as I peel the gum wrappers off of my dress. I’ll cry alone for years because there is no one else to
Policy StatementThis is ridiculous to me, but I guess to be 100% fair to all who visit this page, I ought to post this statement up front:More Like This
I have made it clear from the outset that I am simply not interested in arguing with people with opposing views over the internet. To disregard that request is, in my view, trollish behavior. "Discussion" is a waste of my time. Every minute I spend "arguing" with someone (who has not arguments, but rather, beliefs) is a minute spent away from poastering, sending emails, making phone calls, trying to raise a little money, and other useful things to advance Occupy/Anon/anti-SOPA, and other progressive movements.
If someone wants to discuss on this page how to advance the goals of Occupy, Anon, anti-SOPA, pro-women, 'green,' etc., or, how to make these poasters more effective (including suggestions and requests), they will be welcomed and their comments will receive a courteous reply. If people want to exchange friendly, admiring, helpful, or even flirtatio