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The great poet is back with another great poem it's titled It's Getting Cold
I'm seeing my breath In the cold dense dark The window open, the wind blowing ever so rapidly I find comfort in the darkness Seeing my own breath to know that I'm still alive Dare I close the window. I'd rather not I shiever from the cold Shakeing like a leaf on a tree The wind blows against my face It gives me a sense of being alive even though they're consequences It's getting cold in my little room I run under the covers Hideing my face like a child would when they see a monster The wind blowing faster and faster I'm watching it smack the curtin back and fourth I should close the window, but i'm in too deep The last site I remember was my own breath I awake in my room, papers all over The wind's done it's damage I sense the coldness creeping up again as the sun begins to lower I notice the full moon outside As I awaite the wind It's getting cold When I noticed my breath My eyes begin to close And I awake to the same sight Next time I'll be ready. |
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Hahahaha you're kidding right? |
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You write cliche stereotypical im so sad poetry. I could see where the things you said were going to lead to before finishing the line. |
Dude it's not stereotypical, have you ever got picked on, beat up, or even cried yourself to sleep because you don't have a freind in the world:( ...I would guess not, by the way there's a deeper meaning to all of my poems.
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Dude it's not stereotypical, have you ever got picked on, beat up, or even cried yourself to sleep because you don't have a freind in the world ...I would guess not, by the way there's a deeper meaning to all of my poems.
^ Story of my life. However, I don't write crappy poetry. It is stereotypical, it is cliche, and it is boring. |
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Arrogance isn't appealing. I get all my emotions out. I, however, do it without sounding like every song on the radio.
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