#freeverse

[thebluewaitingroom]

do not dare question my loyalty

because even when i don’t have you

you will still always have me.

july 25th 3:23 pm.

[gravecharm]

"I WANT " / visual poem

planning on printing this one as a zine once i have access to a printer!

[relatablejoe]

you choose yourself

you count the soft maybes, like little broken shells, you hold your own hands.

you open your chest, quiet tears fall in secret, you still say you’re fine.

you learn this at last, you cannot bargain to stay, you just choose yourself.

[poems-by-anne-p]

/untitled; july

[administratorc]

i like drawing them

freeglitch by @lefetfritos

my freemercy design yeah his wing s are clipped

what does he look at

reblogs > likes

[ashvees]

What Is Love, Anyway?

It's the daylight in the darkness

and the way you hold me-

embracing all my sharpness.

It's in the quiet hush

that follows our almost surrender,

when I ask softly, "What is love, anyway?"

and you slowly whisper my name

as if it were an answer.

It's in the way my words have become yours

and you silly little habits mine,

like kissing the top of our hands

when they accidently touch-

that way, we will never fight.

It's in the sweet nothings

or when we dance atop the counters,

it's in the way I smooth out the creases of your shirt

or the way you always hug me tighter.

It's in the warmth when you're near

and the burning of my heart when you're gone,

it's the patience of your silence,

despite the fact that I still don't know.

"What is love, anyway?"

I ask, and your smile grows wider.

Maybe it's the slow unraveling of my world

whenever I realize-

that my name remains your only answer.

-Ash

[versegold]

IV - Wear

Sometimes a fan.

Folds full of words.

For this one. For that one. For the others.

Open. Close.

The letters tremble.

The material gives way.

Too often.

No cooling. No calm.

Open. Or closed.

[zaneshoe01]

Justine?

So constantly unsatisfiedCertain that I am lacking, deprivedUncertain as of whyTo write more, what does it solve?To clarify, to reorder or organize one thoughtsTo finalize, to fufill the human desire to add meaning to the eventTo narrate our own action, give a sense of importanceAnd yet it is removed from the actual living.it is story-telling, myth-makingDust claiming to be a mountainWhen I love…