Poetry (member, quote)

gottaSCREM · 01-10-2007, 07:01 PM

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.

sleepy jack · 01-10-2007, 07:12 PM

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Originally Posted by gottaSCREM

Well here I am the BEST poem writer on this forum giveing you another poem by me it's called Dying Days

Hahahaha
you're kidding right?

gottaSCREM · 01-10-2007, 08:27 PM

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Originally Posted by Crowquill

Hahahaha
you're kidding right?

No way dude I'm the best, I have so much emotion in me wanting to burst out.

sleepy jack · 01-10-2007, 08:28 PM

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Originally Posted by gottaSCREM

No way dude I'm the best, I have so much cliche in me wanting to burst out.

fixed

gottaSCREM · 01-10-2007, 08:30 PM

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Originally Posted by Crowquill

fixed

What do you mean fixed. Deep down you know i'm way better.

sleepy jack · 01-10-2007, 08:32 PM

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Originally Posted by gottaSCREM

What do you mean fixed. Deep down you know i'm way better.

I really can't take you seriously.

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.

gottaSCREM · 01-10-2007, 08:36 PM

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.

PaperHurricanesAndPlanes · 01-10-2007, 08:42 PM

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.

gottaSCREM · 01-10-2007, 08:44 PM

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Originally Posted by PaperHurricanesAndPlanes

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.

I don't think so, I just see it getting all my emotions out. I don't care if you like it i'm letting you know who's the best poet and the best and expressing himself.

PaperHurricanesAndPlanes · 01-10-2007, 08:45 PM

Arrogance isn't appealing. I get all my emotions out. I, however, do it without sounding like every song on the radio.

01-10-2007, 07:01 PM	#11 (permalink)
gottaSCREM A Thorn For Every Heart Join Date: Dec 2006 Location: U.S.A Posts: 248	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.

01-10-2007, 08:36 PM	#17 (permalink)
gottaSCREM A Thorn For Every Heart Join Date: Dec 2006 Location: U.S.A Posts: 248	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.