Hello there. Well, a little bit ago, Best Gore member Empty Soul proposed the idea of letting the members of Best Gore demonstrate their creativity by writing dark/gore-related poetry for the site as a new type of contest, much like our Caption This Photo Contest. What I saw was a predominantly positive reception to the idea. So here it is, my treat to you, the readers. Let your creative juices flow.
Originally, I was going to try and maintain a specific theme for submissions. Namely, gore and death topics. But I was thinking that “Death Metal” style fantasy writing would not be everyone’s cup of tea. Believe it or not, but some folks are turned off by such subjects as tossing fetuses into a giant meat grinder. So…Instead of enforcing a strict Brutal-Gore-Death-Kill! theme, I will let all writers submit a variety of work. Yes, Brokeback, if you really want to write a limerick about your dick, then feel free. Hung, if you feel the need to write a haiku about certain URGES, then go right ahead. Actually, speaking of haiku, Gorephan and IIP, I better see your asses on here at some point.
So, we’re gonna give this a try and see how it goes. If it’s an abysmal failure, we’ll just try to pretend it never happened. If it works, maybe we can make it an annual thing. But first, a little word on Plagiarism and Copyright.
As a writer, I take plagiarism very seriously and it will not be tolerated. Anyone caught plagiarizing will forfeit their stake in the contest (possibly all future contests) and be subject to public ridicule by their peers.
Since Best Gore is pretty much anonymous, some of you may wonder how to copyright your writing without showing millions of people who you are. Well, I can help you out a little. Before you submit, simply write it down somewhere else, sign it and date it. Then submit it. And Best Gore is also a first defense in a copyright claim. If you see your work months down the line on another site, under someone else’s name, you can point to Best Gore as having the actual date and time that the material was first published. Just some little things that might help you feel better about putting up something that has significance to you.
Being my contest, I cannot officially enter or win, but I will get the ball rolling.
Sick of the sickening mortal coil
I’m wrapped around
My soul has spoiled
White noise fills my head
Whatever happened to trust?
Am I already dead
Life colored by rust
Fear gives birth to rage
I wear my thorns like a crown
Red droplets on white pages
Torn volumes from my past
Erasing my own mind
A voice like broken glass
The words die in time
*In case you’re wondering, the image above comes from Laurie Lipton. A fucking god of pencil and charcoal, and one disturbed bitch. Check her out.