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!
It is hot outside But I am frozen. There is nothing left to keep me goin.
I am still walking around And I still seem the same But on the inside There isn't a single flame.
I don't make a sound Cause my heart doesn't beat. I'm just waiting for someone To help make me complete.
It's freezing in here As cold as ice. I'm waiting for my heart to melt. But it won't, Cause I won't make the same mistake twice.
You taught me That even if something is great, It will leave just like you did. Cause it is my fate.
It was great until you went. You just left me there alone I will never forget what you did. So now, I am fine on my own.
I don't need to feel like that again. It couldn't possibly be good for any condition. All the times that my heart skipped a few beats. Boy, you played me like a pro musician.
So I don't need A warm heart anymore. Cause dealing with people Became such a chore.
I will embrace the cold. With open arms. As you once did for me, With all of your supposed 'love' and charms.
Yet there is still some hope left inside of me That maybe one day, Someone will come along, And my world might not be so grey.
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This is just a little poem about heartbreak and hope. Hope you guyses like it
A drug?! and thanks. @Scrabble, i will drop a comment on your profile. I have no clue why you posted on here saying you were lost... you stubled into the poetry section? And lazy, I really like it. it is kind of depressing though
Lord, bless my spirit and my soul, When heaven's ticket I have got, I'll ask that question I don't know: Is hell cold, or is it hot?
Some say that hell is made of fire While others say it's like ice. From SoCal summers, it's in the wire That punishment is served with fire. But stay in some white guy's house, pray tell, Will teach you ice Is cold as hell And would suffice.