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 May 2019 Lot
Aaron August
Withstand the hands of time.
Hold strong the lines of rhyme,
Burning thought like fire.
The mind's eye never tires.
Break forth the bars that hold
As leaves of passion fold
And falls the chosen fruit
Now rotting on the root.
Flames lick at its skin
Devouring all within.
Time will have its feast.
 May 2019 Lot
OpenWorldView
Folly
 May 2019 Lot
OpenWorldView
hubris not wisdom
is ruling the current world
it will end in tears
it always does
 May 2019 Lot
NoPoe
who are you?
 May 2019 Lot
NoPoe
You do not speak
you do not think
you do not hear
nor do you listen
you are not yourself but a portrait of someone else
you've grown up
so you say
I didn't know that growing up
meant to be everything but yourself
 May 2019 Lot
Eryck
It's a wide open art,
from the start.
Rules are for schools.
Dont fret em,
forget em.
So
Relax with a syntax,
clown around,
with a pronoun.
Squeeze the ******,
of a dangling participle.

Free flying like geese,
creative words release,
make it up if you please.
Example--the plural of mice is meese.

Flowery language isn't the exclusive domain of the professional writer, it's for everyone!
To continue then,
about the writers pen.
No write or wrong,
nothings too short or long.
Mangled,
bungled,
butchered,
bumbled, don't matter.
We don't need a librarian to admire what we have done.

Words aren't hard,
fling them unbarred.
It's not arithmetic,
or teaching a cat a trick.
Crunch them uniting,
mix them combining.
Fling them,
meld them,
Verb them,
sell them.
We don't need a New York Times best seller to enjoy the art of writing.

Uncrate it,
create it.
Use it,
and abuse it.
Don't bar us
from a thesaurus
Or a dictionary.
The spiel
is to write real
tell the tale
seal the deal.
WORD HATERS live in the town called Fictionary.
Fun with words
 May 2019 Lot
Jack Torrance
Whispers
 May 2019 Lot
Jack Torrance
Whisper, whisper,
I can’t hear a sound.
Shiver, shiver,
it’s so cold on the ground.

Pick me up,
while letting me fall.
Make sense of my words,
I’m done, that’s all.
 May 2019 Lot
Qualyxian Quest
amidst
 May 2019 Lot
Qualyxian Quest
family life is family strife
      fears, tears, years
   and yet, and yet, and yet...

                endears.
 May 2019 Lot
Sally S Ali
How can I tell a bird
about my screams
How can I explain to a mountain
the huge weight over my chest
How can I describe the missing
to a rainless cloud
How can i draw a heart
without real blood
How can grind my teeth
to hold a teardrop

I miss you.
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