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!
Paradise. Paradise fruit from a paradise tree. I'll make paradise lemonade, under my paradise tree. And sip the bitter-sweet day away. What we have here is paradise. We have our sour lemons, they grow bigger everyday. And we have our water, almost drowning us in pain. What we're missing is some sugar. So I'll sit with my paradise fruit, under the tree. Sipping sour paradise lemonade all day. I've given all my sugar, and got none in return. Theres blood in my lemonade, my tree's gone and wilt. What was once a paradise is now hell on earth. Which can only mean, Hell is Paradise.
It might, considering so far only me and Emp have posted poems. I mean, we still have a few days left. But its not really something to be put off for too long if you're planning on participating.
I remember your harsh barbed words, That ripped through my starry fantasy, As my rash love tinted and blurred, My vision of earthbound reality.
When you casually tossed me away, Leaving me marooned on my isle of despair, Wistfully building dreams for another day, Desperate oath to love I did swear.
I bitterly resented my Paradise lost, Your chilly silence left an eternal frost, All my begging and pleas I did exhaust, Only then did I accept my dying cause.
The banquet of fives senses you conjured, Vanished in a twinkling of my now open eyes, As your smile twisted and honey voice demurred, A vapid succumbus without your disguise.
My shattered illusions of blissful felicity, Squeezed my still regretful mind, Disgusted with my thoughts of toxicity, Yet I'm done with lies and your kind.
Sweet words right from Belial's script, A vengeful fox worthy of Beezlebub, One more cruel then bloody Moloch primed, Outstripping Satan in his realm of wrath. Tell me now dear, how much have I really lost?
Thunderstorm Through rain-soaked clothes we lie. This is where I used to be. This is where we came as one. For just one small moment we came together, You and I. But it was too short for me. I looked at you for what seemed to be hours on end. Loving you eternally, and I'd regret that we never really met. I'd watch you from afar in the rain, the bitter rain that shot through my back. But seeing you would warm my heart. And it practically burst the second we meet. I'd watch in envy as you'd run to others. But finally it was my turn. And even if it was just for a moment. You were lighting, hitting me fast and hard. Now I lay on the ground writhing and crying. Crumbled up and thrown away. You were my dream, my love, my life. You left me to drown in my blood, You made my heart stop. You were stunned me. You were lightening hitting me fast and hard.
