Valentine’s Day 2014
Love is a dangerous game.
From the Masthead...
It hurts, bleeds, and fades, shattering a heart with more force than Miley’s wrecking ball. We are all searching for the one who brings that once-in-a-lifetime, earth-shattering feeling... So that we can write about it. (Hey, TSwift!) And besides, scientifically speaking, between our seratonin and oxytocin, we are programmed to want the happily ever after. With this special issue of the Lit, we cast aside the tear-soaked lens of heartbreak with the hope that maybe, just maybe, we’re one step closer to finding THE one. So, to all the sad boys and girls out there, grab some chocolates because this one goes out to you. From Lit headquarters, we wish you a happy Valentine’s Day and hope that someday, maybe Cupid’s arrow won’t miss its target. With lots and lots of love, the Masthead.
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Prince Charming Take us back eight hundred years To the knights in shining armor You’re the people’s champion, I’m the princess her in tower. I watch you from my windowsill, A world of gold and charms You battle in my father’s war, Defend the coat of arms. I’m engulfed in pink and satin You are clothed in mail and steel I dance away the lonely hours You dance around the battlefield. And no one knows that in the moonlight I sneak out beyond the gates And run into the farthest garden Where your steel-clad arms await. Maybe they would let you have me, You, so glorified in war, But better that we keep the secret Than risk that they may say, “no more.” I don’t care about the kingdom, You don’t care about the fight. So long as I can be your princess, So long as you will be my knight.
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Untitled I didn’t want to think or hope or believe that something good was to come out it all, because that was the way I had gone into it, and that was the way I was determined to leave it. I didn’t want to smile when I saw his name flash on my screen, or feel the pecking of thousands of hummingbirds in my intestines, when he would cheekily type sweet nothings that made me blush and wonder what was actually going on. I didn’t want to be left there, the only one still up, three hours before dawn, waiting for his next message to pop up, in the little grey bubble on the backlit screen. I didn’t want to fall asleep with a smile on my face, and an eagerness to see what would happen next. I didn’t want that. But it happened anyways.
Good & Right Thanks to you, my poems aren’t as sad, the pages no longer decorated with teardrops; and I wear red lipstick now, and smile a lot, because your eyes twinkle and your dimples match mine. 3
Untitled It’s amazing, how a simple hello, becomes the thief to your heart, holding your mind hostage, and desperately hoping, that there will never be a goodbye.
Arithmetic How many ways Can you add Two and two? Add Me + You.
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Tiffany. “Bitter Valentine’s Day Conversation Hearts.” Simply Modern Mom (February 8, 2011) http://www simplymodernmom.com/2011/02/bitter-valentines-day-conversation-hearts/ (accessed February 12, 2014).
Bravado
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It’s as if I inhaled you, for nine months, and now, with each breath I let out, a part of you is released, separating from my heart, setting my free; and yet, each exhalation makes me so much sadder, than I ever was, breathing you in.
Mosaic Hearts It’s nights like these that steal my slumber, as I sit and wonder, if you think of me, like I do of you, on another music-filled pre-dawn at three thirty-two.
For No One You make me feel like your favorite song, the one on repeat, that you show all your friends, and the lady at the grocery store, and play as you fall asleep every night. You make me feel like a lazy Sunday afternoon, the one with waffles in bed, and cuddles under warm blankets, with tickle fights and tiny butterfly kisses, You make me feel like I belong, like I’m worth something, because even if I’m just a finite speck of dust in this infinite universe, You noticed me, when I was falling through the air, glistening under the sunlight from the open windows. Back Cover: “grumpy-cat-valentines.gif 400x377 pixels” Wordpress (February 2014) http://thesoprno.files.wor press.com/2013/02/grumpy-cat-valentines.gif (accessed February 12, 2014).
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Masthead Sherri Afshani ‘14 Brandon Chin ‘14 Lindsey Lui ‘14 Milly Battle ‘15 Merrick Gillies ‘15 Zemia Edmondson ‘16 Faculty Advisors Ellen Devine Sarah Kate Neall