sweet chocolate resembles a 
peaceful love, an honest desire,
this softsoft sticky
mess ; (of emotions)
and then welcomed serenity evolves to
ennui; when did love become less
of a grateful smile
in your warm company
any minutehourday worthwhile
and more of this
drag
then, (whispered rage)
whatareyouDOINGhowdareyousaythat
no-fuck you. (we’re melting in the sun)
but through all these spills
(hate,anger,hurt,tears)
we’d still like to die
with a cup of hot chocolate.
(goodnight)

Evelyn Liu

goodpoetry:

A dead starfish on a beach
He has five branches
Representing the five senses
Representing the jokes we did not tell each other
Call the earth flat
Call other people human 
But let this creature lie
Flat upon our senses
Like a love
Prefigured in the sea
That died.
And went to water
All the oceans
Of emotion. All the oceans of emotion
are full of such fish
Why 
Is this dead one of such importance? 

Jack Spicer

alicexz:

Oedipus Rex gouged his eyes out when he learned that he had had incestuous relations with his mother and had killed his father. He could no longer look upon the world without seeing the horror that was his fate and tragedy. In destroying his physical sight he sought to liberate himself from the torment that his life had become.

Similarly, when I pick up a book to read for English, I must blind myself. In my foolish pride, I took an AP Literature class, seeking knowledge and intellectual growth. In doing so however, I learned that literary analysis is born of BS, free-association and un-profound connections to social commentary. This conglomeration of worthlessness reeks more strongly of sin than does any fine blend of incest and patricide. Now, every time I am assigned a book for English, I convince myself not to open it or read it. It would be like smiling and waving affectionately to a fair lady as she strolls into a dark alley, where you know she’ll be raped and ravaged by gangs of drooling lunatic literary people. Better to avert your eyes, read about the details in the headlines. Sparknotes.com - the violence is less plethoric from afar. In the mind’s eye, it is more easily dealt with. So as I tear my care from the story, so too do I, the eyes from my face.

Suck on that one!

My boyfriend wrote this for his AP Lit class over four years ago. The assignment was to write an essay based on his personal connection to The Oedipus Plays by Socrates.

Yes, he really, truly turned this in. I believe he got a “See Me” note.

LOL.