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!
As I sit here now, Pen in hand, paper before me, The remenents of past works Flutter across my desk And stop short at my hands.
I stare at these creations, My rampant words amuck With clouds of ink and dust, Staining the pages of time. Looking, I sit here and wonder As to why I write.
Words are useless without A device to transport them. Despite the open ears of the masses, No one can hear me if my words don't attract, Don't ignite, a small spark of interest... A flame.
I write to stir up emotions Within the hardened heart, And to teach it how to feel again; To throw off those bonds of granite And know once more what it means To live.
But not all would give me A chance. Already, those who seek Continued control over all shut me down. They entomb all emotions, all feelings: They are death, and they come.
Cold hands clutch at my face And attempt to arrest movement Of my tongue. And they grip My hands, and force them to stop; To disobey their master.
But my words come forth! They dispell those tendrils of ice That creep up my legs and frost My vision. The cold of the night, Of the world, has been vanquished by
Time's Tools Ying and yang Black and white Large and small Ice and fire
Light my way fire Give me a cold blanket ice Destroy my enemies We are naught but killers
Give me warmth Cool my drink These are man's tools From the company of nature
Ice are my clothed Fire are my skin Ice are my bones Fire are my veins
My body composed Held together by ice Fire burns my fuel I am only a machine
The two necessities These keep time turning Because sin one Then sin all into death
-------------------------- THIS IS IMPORTANT!!! In my 2nd to last line, sin refers to an old term meaning "without." I can see why you'd think hellish sin though.
I'm sorry Catty, but the theme is ''Fire and Ice''. We should really put some effort on getting it changed on time. Well, at least, you got some practice right.
Er... I'm a lot rusty at this, since I haven't done any writing in a bit.
But enough with the excuses:
Together, Almost As One
Intertwined, Yet so far apart. As they dance together, Bound for what shall never start, I hear their cry. Longing for another, For their time will never be nigh.
Worlds torn asunder, They can never be one. Their calls break the night, A cause for what is long gone. For if they won't keep a distance, What will remain? Not a trace of their existence.
And yet, they continue, With their dance for death. And I still hear their cry, It is their desire, their breath. Their wish will cease to be done. Lovers: Fire and Ice, Together, almost as one.
I'm sorry Catty, but the theme is ''Fire and Ice''.
I dunno. I think the poem fits the theme, slightly. Its more metaphorical than literal, but it still could work. I'm hesitant to say how though, so as not to bias the judgeing pool for or against a piece.
