#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.

[lorienfae]

Somewhere, there's a silo in the middle of nowhere, it stands in a field that has no end, it doesn't bend... it flows, like a crow's beak ajar in a trance, like the grain of eternity, sifting through a million faces, the silo

—filled with eviscerated time, it skews the mind.

There are a thousand voids littered in concrete, labyrinthine, turned ouroboros,

we run in circles in the silo,

we cycle, we— the spiral of life, tied into every centennial tree-ring and coalescing tide, whirlpooling into the yawning solstice,

equating equilibrium —charted course haunts, compass falls deep into the silo...

I remember Alice...

We all remember something, but we forget the silo over and over again, it falls away,

it doesn't bend,

it never bends, somewhere in un-memory it stands.

We— hold hands, in a field that has no end.

— Anna S. © 2026

[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

[sneakyxthexclown]

✨Coming May 25✨

Catch up on Part I now!

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