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!
You feal cold and numb but you can't tell if it's from the weather or what you see in front of you.
The sight of your loved ones dead on the ground numbs you but you can't remeber if this was done by an enemy or by your own two hands.
Then you notice the muder weapon and you know that it wasn't you that killed them so when the police arest you you don't complian you just do what you can to get away from the and plot your revenge
But by the time you get that you are too numb to enjoy it and you have turned into what you hated so much.
I agree with Tussle. I was rushed. Shoot! No merit for me even if I were able to optimize my poem. There's no way I stand a chance against those guys (
Thank you Parsat! Let me try to completely overcome my pitiful first submission. Just you watch, in a couple hours I'll be wishing I'd submitted something better than this one. But at least this one stands half a chance....
What have I done? What have I become? I want to try and run But to this illness, I succumb And in the end it matters not I feel my soul begin to rot
I want to hide But I can't look inside For I can't feel So what is truly real? I want to scream But my lips are dumb I want to feel But I am numb Breaking down, the final seal A pact on my grave As I begin to rant and rave
I miss the touch, a faint allure Pain, joy, time, I would still endure And I wish I hadn't come to this Dreaming about the things I miss
I cannot feel the pass of time But what I'm doing is not a crime I wish it was, I wish it was But nothing anyone says or does Can free me from the curse Or is it a gift? As my wounded self, I nurse I ponder at this growing rift
Am I cruel and evil? Or am I willed and strong? I've been here since medieval But somehow it didn't feel long I wish I could feel something But it's so hard to tell It's been so long since nothing But I'm still going to hell
A gift of immortality A curse, mayhap, could it be? For so long, feel is what I've sought But for so long, I have found but naught Laughing, loving, screaming, crying Watching others slowly dying And I wish somehow I could feel That I'd never made that accursed deal
What have I done? What have I become? I want to try and run But to this illness, I succumb And in the end it matters not I feel my soul begin to rot
For I can't feel So, what is real? I want to feel But I am numb I want to scream But my lips are dumb My life is coming apart At the seams My sleep haunted by darkened dreams
My ruined heart, my ruined soul But I cannot feel the breaking cold Breaking down, the final seal A pact on my grave As I begin to rant and rave
I miss the touch, a faint allure Pain, joy, time, I would still endure And I wish I hadn't come to this Dreaming of the things I miss
Numb is immortality I am blind So how can I see? Away from the bustle of regular life But I still feel misery and strife
A cavernous hole within It's eating me up inside I cannot hear the din I cannot heal my mind Tearing me limb from limb I can't feel the pain I stand on the rim But still, nothing remains
I cannot feel the pass of time But what I'm doing is not a crime I wish it was, I wish it was But nothing anyone says or does Can free me from the curse Or is it a gift? As my wounded self, I nurse I ponder at this growing rift
A fiery burning My endless yearning That I could feel the pain But it's just so surreal And so it shall remain
Am I cruel and evil? Or am I willed and strong? I've been here since medieval But somehow it didn't feel long I wish I could feel something But it's so hard to tell It's been so long since nothing But I'm still going to hell
A gift of immortality A curse, mayhap, could it be? For so long, feel is what I've sought But for so long, I have found but naught Laughing, loving, screaming, crying Watching others slowly dying And I wish, somehow That I could feel That I'd never made that accursed deal But here is here, and now is now
My life is worthless anymore But it can never end I wish I could open the door Your strength, could you lend? I cannot bear the weight of this Watching the others' elating bliss
Which is the final one? Who has lost and who has won? Please, give me a sign To open my mind And let me go across the line I've waited for so long I've tried to be so strong
But I really wish that I was dead Or is it all just in my head The freedom to die The freedom to live But which is the curse And which is the gift I will not state which of my poems is my final one, but my prediction was correct. I did take a step back and think it sucked after I submitted it XP. Luckily my official one has not been chosen, and I probably won't make up my mind till the deadline. But I do think that this one is better than my previous and my original. And it has a name now!
P.S.-
absess
Just so you know, alt you spelled it wrong XP. And I would know; I had about six of them over the summer(can you say CA-MRSA?). And they're nothing to joke about. They're excruciatingly painful.
When you look at me my lips don't move When we touch my legs cant move When you smile I fall apart When we kiss I lose myself to you When you talk I am paralyzed You do strange things to me That's why I love you
