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 Sep 2018 Jesse stillwater
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
I talk to the moon about
the lovely things you say
Yes, I talk to her
almost everyday

Her light shines through my eyes
Into my heart and reveal
An ocean of love and dreams
Of fears and tears from my cries

Alone, I talk to the moon as if I’m talking to you
I tell the stars to guide me
I ask the clouds to fly me up
And let my love soar and be carried
By a gentle breeze

Because the moon and I,
We get along
We whisper about your loveliness
And sing a merry song

And the moon and I,
Are just like you and I,
I admire you
But you will never know that I do.
In the back seat of my car
Strumming on a borrowed guitar
Then drive down to the bar
Drank some beers and smoked cigars
Pretended not to be
Ourselves just for a week
Had some fun at their expense
Sipped champagne and burned inscence
Talked for hours on my bed
Watch the sunrise  made breakfast
Cruised the streets of our hometown
Turned the radio up loud
Got lost on purpose in some crowd
Lost our phones lost track of time
Decided that was fine
Crashed out on someone’s couch
As we faded in and out
Woke up and saw that is was dark
So we headed out to see the stars
And as we planned our trip to mars
Daring to dream and fearless so far
Along the way made some friends
Crashed into a Mercedes Benz
Walked for miles came back home
Told no one of that night we owned
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