2022 School Magazine

LITTLE THINGS

UNTITLED POEM ABOUT HEARTBREAK Time ticks ever so slowly Waiting for you To tell me

Love is something fickle. Some think it’s a god-written article. Some think its lustful, trustful terrifying or mundane. Or some are so foreign to love all of it just feels the same. What do I think of love? The little things are what I think of. The way someone’s lips quirk when they try to hide a smile. Or simpler things, like fancy names. Edmund, Maurice, and Carlisle. Some other things that give me joy are pointy canine teeth, the roaring of an air conditioner, or babbling babies speech. The sweet nothings in the wind, the whispers of below the water. Or the feeling of sand stuck on your nose or the cawing of the dreary crows. Staples, screws, and shiny things. Industrial trinkets and grimy things. They make my heart feel full and swollen of love for little things. I love the way that freckles dapple my friends’ and family’s cheeks, or the scent of fresh mowed grass or warm concrete splattered with a lazy stream of water from a hose. I love the wet, soft texture of my dog’s all too curious nose. I love the smell of fresh books, and hearing robots speak. I love the grass grown on the dunes and the smell of sunscreen on the beach. And oh, the stars, the glorious stars, the history of our universe played to us from afar and oh, the stars the way the smile, the way they just grin for a little while. Love is what you make of it and much more than it seems. I could go on and on and on for my love of little things. So please, I ask, I beg, for you to love them too, look around, admire popcorn popping, stop signs stopping, or the laces on a shoe. Because, if you pass by our little things, the little things will pass by you. REMY KALININ (8H) (Winner: Valentine’s Day Love Poetry Competition, Junior)

That you miss me That you're sorry

That You Love Me. I was left to wonder This everlasting labyrinth We call Earth, Left To piece together

Our memories You shattered, Discarded immediately, And I Still. Can't. Find. The. Part. Where. You. Loved. Me. 'Why did they leave?' I ask myself, Was answered with Unspeakable, daunting silence It stings ----- But I plastered A mask upon my face To conceal To suppress the tears of grief Streaming irrepressibly Down my face With utter devastation Every night And at the end Of all this, This catastrophe, This tragedy, if you will, I still find, To my surprise, I'm Still In love With you. SABRINA YONG GEE (9H) (Winner: Valentine’s Day Love Poetry Competition, Intermediate)

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Valentine’s Day Love Poetry Competition winners—Remy Kalinin (8H), Camille Cahill (12G) and Sabrina Young Gee (9H)