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!
Waffles are better, you lot ought to be ashamed of yourselves.
Hurts like heaven is a somewhat difficult theme, although I do have ideas brewing, just to be clear, it doesn't have to bear a resemblance to the album, in anything other than name?
Hurts like heaven is a somewhat difficult theme, although I do have ideas brewing, just to be clear, it doesn't have to bear a resemblance to the album, in anything other than name?
Not at all, it's just a reference; the very paradoxe in the statement is what makes it so interesting to work with.
So I'm not crazy; I knew it was a song on the album. The good news is that I can't be influenced by any of the music. I preordered it on itunes, but have no speakers or ipod to listen to it. :/
I got the Paradise single for free though. And I own 'Every Tear Drop is a Waterfall'. So...
You know, I really took quite a liking to do this. Never as painstaking and grueling as the haiku contest judging, and much more fun to develop comments given the substance in each piece. Whenever you need my help again, wave me a hand; I'll put renewed effort to make it even better.
It skims dainty like milky clouds My fingertips on your snowflake skin Along with the bland morning ether Shone through the windows with force
And as I slip ever lower on you With feints as if to gladly trouble Your flimsy thread of quaint sleep You toss and turn as I grin over
Until you finaly wake up, hesitating Upon what you should give in to The envy of pleasing your needing senses Or the ire of being secretly desired
Or both?
It pervades through the days and days The consuming in your little cage Bequeath to me that sprouting doubt In a passionate and regretful embrace
And as I possess you like many a time before Wondering if it's reasonnable The surge comes like rippling water Reminding me of those times together
Reflecting on the ephemeral pleasure While you clean the shame off yourself in the shower It was never as good as when we were together An addendum that hurts like heaven
My heart quivers in your soft hands, Fluttering; it beats a an uneven staccato, I was dwelling in a distant fairyland, When you squeezed out its last echo.
You played with my gullible soul, As a cat toys with a ball of string, Cunning thief, my innocent mind you stole, Into my ears sweet tunes you did sing.
I hate myself with a dark brooding, When I recall all your hollow words, That a spider spun, who were you deluding? Yet to hold a bitter grudge; that's absurd. Because love's web still ensnares me, Forever angelic in my blind eyes, The manipulative Devil I refuse to see, This pain I'll blame on poker-face lies.
Shut out all my friends' simple advise, Every one of your critics is my enemy, Unrequited love is my one incurable vice, As my affection stews paradoxically. I'm in Hell but my imagination conceals, Hypocritically I clutch at the irony, As your knowing smile cruelly kills, All you've spared is the gripe of misery.
Sobering thoughts of a hopeless romantic, You left me hurting like its Heaven, My love for you defies rational logic, Throbbing anguish of passions overdriven.
Heh heh heh...Nothing to add about my actual inspiration .
I can't seem to do things the right way here; I either write a visceral poem in 5 minutes like this one on a spur of inspiration, or take 2 hours to develop on a less original concept to make it turn better.
I'll work on combining the two. Oh, nice poem Nichodemus, that's kind of what I was expecting when choosing that theme.
Well... I was going to participate, and now I see no point, although I was glad to see that I wasn't the only one who immediately thought of love with the theme.
