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p.4 A LITERARY MAGAZINE Friday, April 27, 2018 POETRY untitled love drabble #1* out of all things frivolous, love is the most simply by thinking about its possibility our heart enjoys its boast do i love? in that way? “yes my dear,” it responds oh, but you’re just delighted that your owner produced such a thought my heart is like this mischievous, playful, full of youth i tied it back with some string to prevent it from producing such thoughts but my stubborn, disobeying heart it disentangles itself beating, beating, wanting to pop out it’s dangerous, truly dangerous i must tie it back stronger but each time it loosens itself it starts to wander and so do i, each time he’s a goner maybe i won’t have to tie him any longer? oh, if i could simply trust myself, stop my ponder if i could only convince myself i won’t turn into a monster - Claudia Figueroa (9) ink on paper* words written with ink on paper seem everlasting when they bloom gardens in your heart words written with ink on paper may rebirth concealed feelings may provoke a contemplation words written with ink on paper deceive the most naive persuade the most stubborn the roses that grow with my words their destiny is to wilt eventually they will grow thorns thorns that overpower the beauty of soft petals thorns that claw at your heart, thorns, they’ll be what remains of my sour memory i am only warning you, my love do not be persuaded by what is written in a page do not let my roses grow in your heart for all that is spoken is a lie - Claudia Figueroa (9) *The scarce use of capitalization and punctuation has remained intact as intended by the author.
Friday, April 27, 2018 A LITERARY MAGAZINE p.5 POETRY Anonymously Praised “Deeds will not be less valiant because they are unpraised.” - JRR Tolkien We are the sun behind the moon Our light makes you shine We are the silent typhoon Hidden behind the frontline We are the world’s flame Ushering light and warmth We are those without name Brighter than the stars of the north We are forgotten We are ignored By both the pen And the sword We are the voice of reason Whom all disregard and scorn We are the change of seasons To majesty and sorrow we are sworn We are forgotten We are ignored By both the pen And the sword We are forgotten We are ignored By both the pen And the sword We are a force to be reckoned with And of this you are warned The world may continue to ignore us But we will forever be The eye of the storm “For most of history, anonymous was a woman.” -Virginia Woolf - Cecilia Thon (12) Art by Lillian Florián (12)
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