Ten Toes Down
By Hector Jacobo I lost myself to find you Went and gave you everything and that's a fact How I'm supposed to hold it down if you ain't even Have my back Yeah, you heard a lot things about me And I confessed to it But you ain't tell me bout the things that you were out there doing You got me looking stupid I can't believe you'll do this I should've played you when I could but I ain't even do it Had the knife in my back I had to remove it You the one that told me please don't have me looking foolish Why you do this? Every man done did you wrong but i didn't So what's the reason... tell me why you play with my feelings? I changed my ways, I played my part and you still did it I could've did some grimy stuff, but I still didn't I let that karma do its job that's why I stay patient And never give someone your heart cuz chances are they'll break it Leave you in the dirt when you stuck I pray to God I'll make it I pray to God I'll make it I lost myself, tryna to find you, tryna find you You took my heart and broke it, how could you? How could you? But I still stay ten toes down Ten toes down X6 We were supposed to be that Bonnie and Clyde my ride or die Now I don't even look in your direction when you arrive Girl you did this to me Why you have to go and do this to me Now the next shorty I'm with can't get the fullest of me I just hadn't been the same You the one to blame, took a while But I swear I could still feel the pain I still feel the pain I lost myself, tryna to find you, tryna find you You took my heart and broke it, how could you? How could you? But I still stay ten toes down Ten toes down X11 Hector is a Junior in Ms. Barbour's World Literature Course.
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Grief
by Aryan Shah A barren wasteland greets the eyes Of the only remaining observers A feathered flock that soars above, Seeing the pain but knowing none. A single petal catches the eye, A glimmer of hope in the destruction It falls on the dew and stretches up, Growing into a verdant tower of life once more The world restores itself, An explosion of color and vibrance at its center And a fight to exist and remain In the core of its resilient soul A flock soars above once more Colors swim in a cerulean sea below And on its home known as the island and the land and the grounds and the sand, Life swarms once more. Aryan is a freshman in Ms. Taqi's Honors English class. Acquaintances With Memories
by Jac Layton-Brown Losing people, especially those who are close to you, is hard And I don’t mean death, but disconnection We were friends We were close We understood each other and We related to each other But now…. We don’t speak We don’t see each other We don’t hear each other’s voice We don’t laugh together We don’t exist to each other I don’t think the worst part is you leaving I knew you would leave I prepared for the time when you would leave Even when you told me that you wouldn’t leave No…. The worst part is that I trusted you The worst part is how I told you things I’ve never told anyone The worst part is how you told me things you never told anyone The worst part is when something happens and I think about how I wish I could tell you The worst part is that if I walked further down my street, I could possibly see your face again The worst part is that I’m the only one thinking these things I know that you’re not thinking of me And it’s foolish of me that I still think back to you But I could never hate you even after what you did to me Doesn’t matter now because we’ll forever be acquaintances with memories Jac is a sophomore at Franklin High School. She is an active member of Epiphany. Hurricane
by Aryan Shah Unrest hangs hot and humid in the air, An east wind blows and streaks flash across the night sky, Painting calamity across the horizon All things recoil in its wake The fiery, furious wrath of nature Existence itself grows cruel and lethal Wreckage lines the shore like So many grains of sand, Blown freely by the western breeze A clean horizon presents itself A brilliant ray fixes upon what remains Movement stirs once more Aryan is a freshman in Ms. Taqi's Honors English class. Writer’s Block
By Jada Bethea Anger weighs on my heart, Bitter thoughts corrupt my mind. I used to write beautiful poems. Not flowery but beautiful. One idea flowed into the next, It was music. Euphonious rhyme schemes that left you speechless. Now the pencil point breaks after every couplet. Days have passed. I no longer share my thoughts, Not because I have no desire to, But because there is no cohesive way to express them. Everything is a mess. I… am a mess. And I’m trying to be okay, To do better, To not love you, To not want you, To not need you. But I’m failing, And I’m falling, Always crying, With every soft sigh at a social gathering, I open up to the world. Devil face towards the sky. And then those three seconds pass, And my demons go back into hiding. They strain to clap, The pity applause is deafening, My vocal cords go stiff, For I am not the artist I once was. Jada is a Senior. She will be attending New York University in the Fall. She enjoys writing in her free time. Nature
by Aryan Shah The petals bloom outward in an expulsion of fiery color Silent, shimmering morningdew glazes the tower of verdant infinity, Stretching to the petals ablaze Suspending them above A chirping call emanates from the endless blue A nudging breeze tempts the source Gliding above the lush world below, The feeling of freedom deeply entrenched in the clear air A layer of glass covers the depths below, Wildness lay dormant and content A shimmering droplet topples The facade shatters Aryan is a freshman in Ms. Taqi's Honors English class. by AV
Happiness looks good on you. Self love is the best love There’s no need to be blue Things we outgrew. You’re more than enough beloved. Happiness looks good on you All these things you can pursue Presence like a dove There's no need to be blue Look how much you grew Life is what you consist of Happiness looks good on you Although it is true when push comes to shove There’s no need to be blue I’ll be with you through and through whom I’m in awe of Happiness looks good on you There’s no need to be blue AV is a sophomore and originally wrote this villanelle poem for Ms. Barbour's Poetry Today elective course. |
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Epiphany Literary Magazine is a safe space for students at Franklin High School to share their creativity. Archives '16-'20
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