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.
If a man is measuredIf a man is measuredMore Like This
by his actions,
and only as good
as his words,
then you have
fallen short of an inch,
and never spoken out loud.
King of the RealmYour mind I can twist and tease,More Like This
bend you to my will with ease.
I can disect your mind
and make you realize
you will ALWAYS be the step behind.
I am in control
and you've lost your soul.
So bow to me now,
for I am King in this realm.
Paint Your ThoughtsPaint Your ThoughtsMore Like This
Have you ever wanted
To say, what you feel,
To express, what you think?
Have you ever tried
To color your feelings,
To paint your thoughts?
Do you know,
What it is like, not to know
Where to start?
Do you know,
What it is like, not to know,
How to do?
Searching for ways, searching for answers
Writing means to discover your heart.
Searching for description, searching for words
Writing means to go deep inside.
What do I want to say, what do I want to express?
Will someone understand, will someone feel with me?
So collect your thoughts, make them a dress
A dress made out of words, that describes how you see.
Give them a color, a different for each
Paint your thoughts as a picture, happy or sad
Let words play, so that you’ll reach
A scenery of feelings in your readers head.
Words are the key for expressing your life.
Words are the colors that can make thoughts alive.
Poems are mirrors, reflecting a writers soul.
Poems are invitations to a story untold.
So open you
Sanctuary Of FreedomAccepting the chilling silence of eternal loneliness,More Like This
I surrendered to the war against my inner demons.
Ever lasting self misery hovered in my thoughts while
My head hung, face covered in a curtain of hair.
A single unseen tear free'd itself,
It trickled gracefully to the tip of my nose
And left me; descending as it glistened in the moonlight
And crashed to the dark soil beneath.
My history; filled with exquisite pain,
My memories; burning in luminous flames,
I could not attain tranquility.
I suffered immense doses of apathy,
Forgiveness forever toiled.
I was haunted with invisible scars.
Fists clenched, deflecting compassion,
I imprisoned myself by my own hand,
And I befriended none.
Time chose to give me vision for one,
Allowing me to acquire an immortal companionship;
The mist cleared,
Revealing the untouched gates of my being.
My sanctuary of freedom now lies beyond mortality's grasp, Unseen by the human eye, Located beyo
HeavenWhen others speak of HeavenMore Like This
all I ever hear
are roads of gold,
mansions of old,
and all the jewels you can behold.
But what I choose to seek,
with the promise of my eternal peace
is just a glimpse of my savior's face.
Then my soul would rest in peace.
To live in but a shack
on those roads paved of gold
would suit me just fine,
as long as, my sins are left behind.
CrackBlue eyes. Always these blue eyes looking at me; watching me. They were the most beautiful blue eyes that I had ever seen. It was as if God had fastened two sapphires into the sockets of this man's skull. They sparkled with life and promised peace. Then the sickening crack of bone breaking and crumbling beneath another human being of more power. I knew the sound was coming, but had no way to stop it. Always the sense of helplessness would over come me. An emotion that was foreign in my life style. I was never helpless. It was the sound that woke me every morning to start my day. It had been this way for years. I had no idea who the person that haunted my dreams every night was but I knew they were important and I knew I loved them.More Like This
But this wasn't a dream anymore. Those blue jewels were right in front of me. This time it was reality I was positive. The subway train jolted over the tracks and jarred each of the passengers around me. I bumped into him and he looked at me. Those eyes, the