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#music #textual rickroll #(I did not guess this one)
poetry
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#Llin said she never knew she needed this in her life #neither did I #music #poetry #(it’s fun reading through the archive and trying to guess what each one is)
One
two
three
four
I declare
a time war.
#five
#six
Nine,
Ten,
Eleven,
Twelve.
The Doctor died,
and Silence Fell
Twelve,
Eleven,
Ten,
Nine.
Here he goes,
back in time.
Eight,
Seven,
Six,
Five
Saving
Everybody’s lives
Four,
Three,
Two,
One
Grab her hand
And whisper “Run.”
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#Doctor Who #poetry #group poetry recitals #(I’ve seen this poem around before) #(nobody seems to know who originally wrote it)
“Everyone has sex,” said the incubus.
“I’m a sex demon. I know.”“You must have the wrong address,”
Scott said with a shrug.“I don’t have the wrong address,”
the incubus snapped.
“I am attracted to surges of passion.
You must have been doing something
that drew me into your bedroom.”“I was doing concept sketches,”
Scott said. “Here, look.”Original work Infernal Passion by Ysabetwordsmith
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#poetry #asexuality #recs #being a sex demon just means you’ve got a hell of a selection bias #(pun not originally intended)
When Einstein was traveling to lecture in Spain,
He questioned a conductor again and again:
“It may be a while,”
He asked with a smile,
“But when does Madrid reach this train?”(via Futility Closet)
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#poetry #the power of science #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog
Love Letter from a Scientist by Utterlybanjaxed (Drawings by Me and Arbeekeypok)
This giant project is finally finished! After being amazingly inspired by this stunning poem, Arbee and I decided a collab was needed. It linked so perfectly to Cecilos that we couldn’t resist :D
An amazing poem dedicated to love and science AND Welcome to Night Vale?! This might be perfect.
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#poetry #Welcome to Night Vale #the power of science #Cecil/Carlos #awww #(and such amazing drawings)
I swear to every heaven ever imagined,
if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster
tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare
from the grave so he can tell them every reason
why he wishes he were born in a time where
he could have a damn Gmail account.
The day after I taught my mother
how to send pictures over Iphone she texted
me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.
Don’t you dare try to tell me that that is not beautiful.
But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in
your backwards-hoping-all-inclusive club
while the rest of us fall in love over Skype.
Send angry letters to state representatives,
as we record the years first sunrise so
we can remember what beginning feels like when
we are inches away from the trigger.
Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle
while eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did.
Hashtag you’re a pretentious ass hole.
Van Gogh would have taken 20 selflies a day.
Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers
nothing but heart eyed emojis when she ran out of words.
Andy Warhol would have had the worlds weirdest Vine account,
and we all would have checked it every morning while we
Snap Chat our coffee orders to the people
we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes.
This life is spilling over with 85 year olds
rewatching JFK’s assassination and
7 year olds teaching themselves guitar over Youtube videos.
Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting
what my fathers voice sounds like.
No longer must we sneak into our families phonebook
to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.
No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like
or how grasshoppers procreate.
I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips
in public parks on my cellphone
and you will continue to scoff and that is okay.
But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed
you are to be alive in a moment where you can google search
how to say I love you in 164 different languages.
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#poetry #I love you all #(Je vous aime tous) #(Rwyf wrth fy modd i chi i gyd) #(Я люблю вас всех) #(Vi amo tutti) #(אני אוהב את כולכם) #(Rakastan teitä kaikkia) #(ผมรักทุกคน) #(look May 7th has only questionably begun) #(and already I am using excessive amounts of Google Translate)
i want a word for the almost-home.
that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
comfortably exhausted?i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.
there and back again, n.m.h. (via anoraborealis)
familiar airport lights, the heavy scent of humidity in the air
<3
(via fantasticallyindifferent)
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there once was a man from nantucket
who dreamed that he lived in a bucket
this poem has no goal
it is out of control
i can’t write a limerick fuck it
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#poetry
High above the oasis of Earth, your belly reflecting
The dappled azure glow of oceans rolling far below,
You are waiting patiently for your final pilgrims to arrive.
Soon they will climb to you on twin pillars of fire-
Hauling themselves up out of Terra’s gravity well
By their bleeding fingernails – to find you sailing
So serenely through the void, your mighty wings
Outstretched, shining mirror-bright, reflecting
The diamond-dust light of a million distant suns…Then, dressed all in fresh-snow white, the bravest acolyte
Will float to your side in reverent silence struck dumb,
By the heart-stopping sight of you hovering there, silhouetted
Against the hazy, air-brushed band of the Milky Way,
Bathing in the luxurious light of ten times ten billion alien stars,
And with the world watching far below, trembling with fear and love…– Stuart Atkinson, from “The Final Pilgrims”, images from NASA’s gorgeous “Gravity” Flickr gallery
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#poetry #the power of science #the brightest star in our sky
Brinens and Things 