I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.
Ferdinand de Saussure (via wordsnquotes)
Hundreds locked up, a nation in arms
All for one brother.
armed robber, kid, black:
which of these ain’t true?
Which is a good reason
for caps flying past a fleeing back?
From But Racism Is Dead by Power Poet zachgrattan
I am pages bound in books
doorways to people places worlds
sharing every story but my own.
From I am paper by Power Poet C-ann

incidentalcomics:

Corrections

We began a new life
With nothing but a simple kiss
The butterflies fluttered around
With each part of me he found
From A Treasure Of Memories by Power Poet kaetb
uutpoetry:

Still Missing

apocolypsemambo

It’s when you’re trying
to talk about God
and you don’t know how
that you discover
another city is possible,

where the only facts
that exist,  exist
as incidental music
from forgotten movies,

or as retweets
of movie quotes  (e.g.,
“The life of a repo man
is always intense”).

Even whales
drink milk there,
and the statue
of John the Baptist
outside a church
searches in the bushes
for his missing head.

art by JohnMoProductions

uutpoetry:

Still Missing

apocolypsemambo

It’s when you’re trying
to talk about God
and you don’t know how
that you discover
another city is possible,

where the only facts
that exist, exist
as incidental music
from forgotten movies,

or as retweets
of movie quotes (e.g.,
“The life of a repo man
is always intense”).

Even whales
drink milk there,
and the statue
of John the Baptist
outside a church
searches in the bushes
for his missing head.

art by JohnMoProductions

No rain or storm dons the skies,
Just clouds that mildly cover.
A smile is the excellent guise
Of a fight that’s far from over.
From Ion Polarity by Power Poet reaper600
Still alive

awakenedphilosopher:

a low branch hanging
in the way but with lack of fruit
can somehow yet be tempting
if you can recognize it’s truth
that once that branch was young and free
standing tall with head held high
and though now he may droop down low
he wants you to know he’s still alive

Astronomy is letting go of thinking that you’re big,
that the universe knows who you are, or what you did.
Once you understand your smallness, you move on to bigger things
and begin to understand the beauty that space brings.
From An Astrophysicist’s Viewpoint by Power Poet Potterhead7