First, I will post the overall rules, and then I will post the specifics about this week.
Original rules, as stated by Ubertuna:
It must fit the week's theme. It must be submitted by the deadline. It cannot have inappropriate language in it. It cannot be stolen (if you plagiarize, we will find you).
Also:
The poem must be created for this contest A user cannot win two weeks in a row (though everyone is welcome to submit every week!) Only one submission per user will be accepted
As we all know, the winner will recieve a merit, and their poem will be featured on the _Poetry_ page.
OK, on to this week's topic...Again, we are having a style instead of a theme. Also, this week we are having TWO WEEKS to do it, instead of the usual one. Why? Because this will be an EPIC poem. Or, rather, a parody of an epic poem. Generally, epic poetry is very long, and tells the serious story of a heroic figure. Well, this week, the epic figure is YOU! Write a long poem (I'll leave the definition of 'long' up to you, but give it a good go) about the heroic story of you! It can be silly, serious, whatever... just have fun with it. You have two weeks, so have a great time!
In poetry, the meter or metre is the basic rhythmic structure of a verse. Many traditional verse forms prescribe a specific verse meter, or a certain set of meters alternating in a particular order.
Why do people hate me Why do they mock me Laugh at my abilities Do not see the one I am Am I what they see Are their mockeries the truth Should I just fade away Conscious of no other than myself
Aware, asleep, who really knows The silence, the sounds, it's all in your head Your hands, your fingers, your feet, your toes The colours, the creatures, it's all in your head All that you know, all that you think It's all in your head, IT'S ALL IN YOUR HEAD Does your consciousness grow? Does your consciousness shrink? Who really cares, it's all in your head
The world consists of your perceptions Do others see you Or are they merely all illusions?
Take the red pill, You remain living in a lie. Take the blue pill, And the truth shall be known.
Is it the blue pill you want? To finally hatch from your egg And open your eyes for the first time? Or do you wish to continue, Living in a Lie. Living in your Dreams. Take the red pill.
You know nothing other than that that is known You know nothing of that beyond what you see what you hear what you touch what you taste In your sleep.
I just checked the meter I've used... It runs in three sections. The more static part... 8, 10 9, 11 8, 10 I'm thinking I should have made the first three line-sets a paragraph and the following questions a paragraph on their own... 12, 9 Stand-alone ish ending, pretty close to a haiku: 9, 5, 9 ... I said I started thinking, right? Oh. The *'d actions are halfway a part of the poem. Halfway...
@All the other people who have submitted poetry this round: Wow, there's some really good ones around. *too tired after a long walk to give comments where I want to*
@Strop: I read your poem, and found it rather interesting. Very, actually. But as I said, I was too tired to write up individual comments... Yay, judging soon, yay!
