a free-style poem by KShan Senioritis kicking, I gotta get steppin'. I gotta step betting. I'm bout to graduate and go to college and this degree. SIKE-- nah I'm not going to college, I'm going to the Navy where they pay my fee and my college is for free. Stepping into school everyday I think I'm getting lazy. I keep watching on my phone, my vision bout to get hazy. Shady. Like all those OPs. They need to cill, they need to suck a lollipop. And I'm really graduating this year-- I can't believe. Guys, I got a new belt... can you see it? No, really, I don't believe it though... How...? Like the years have gone by so quick This school is making me sick. Dueces. Senioritis kicking, I gotta get steppin'. I gotta step betting. I'm bout to graduate and go to college and this degree. SIKE-- nah I'm not going to college, I'm going to the Navy where they pay my fee and my college is for free. KShan is a senior, a hip-hop dancer, a part-time actor, and loves socializing. He's excited for life after graduation.
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By Amy Montoya when i fell off my bike and scraped my knee you guys picked me up and took me to the bathroom. one of you rubbed alcohol on my cut while the other put a bandaid on it and kissed it better. when i had nightmares and couldn’t sleep at night one of you checked the closet and under the bed for monsters while the other read me a happy goodnight story. when i was sad and felt ugly in the skin i was born in you guys were there with me and didn’t leave me alone until i was happy and could look at myself and say that i am beautiful. when the boy i loved broke my heart you guys picked up the broken pieces and threatened to make him feel the hurt that i felt. you guys had an extra eye out on me when i rode my bike again. you guys prayed the monsters under my bed would also get out of my head. you guys made sure to tell me i was stunning even on the days i felt my worst. you guys made sure the next boy to enter my heart would take his shoes off before coming in; would greet me hello and learn how to knock. And now that i am older. And i am aware of the monsters you guys have, I can’t help but feel useless. I can’t stand not knowing how to repay you. I feel like every little thing i do adds up and i can’t stand acting like a monster. I try to do what i can to stop it, but every time i throw a pebble its breath knocks me down again. so how do i help? where do i kiss and how do i make it all better? why can’t i put a bandaid on this? why can’t i seem to repay you guys for what you did for me? how did you guys do it? you guys made it look so easy. Amy is a Junior at FHS. She enjoys writing in her free time. She wants to become a writer at Rutgers University. All Summer in a Day
by J.Z.S. I gave up trying to break down the closet door, and instead listened to the pattering sound of the rain. Oh how much I resented the rain. My legs, they began to cramp and my arms where sore from the constant banging. I wish the rain would stop, I thought. Then, as though miraculously, the sound of rain stopped. I knew that the rain stopped. Tears welled up in my eyes and I began crying for all the joy and happiness that made up the wondrous Sun. I cried for my great and utter loss. I cried and cried. It was maybe two hours before they creeped back into the room. Then they unlocked the door slowly, oh so slowly. I tumbled out of the closet. My face was most likely red, like a ripe tomato. My skin almost as pale as snow, or like the pictures of snow that we’ve seen. Fingernails digging into my palms, almost like a knife about to pierce a ripe apple. “Margot?” whispers one of the boys’ closest to me. Around me I saw the faces of those who hated me, for being different, for, to them, I was only abnormal. I was someone to steer clear from. They were always jabbing at me, almost to see if I would ever react. And so I left the room. The crowd was like a tidal wave, only an inch from swallowing me up. And no matter where I moved, it will drown, drown, drown me, always and a day. Just the same way it's raining, always raining; but the Sun never shines. J.Z.S., or Johany, is a 9th grader at FHS. She is an aspiring author currently working on short stories, poems, and a novel. Her love for works expands towards all types of literature, but especially classic novels. Re-Creation
by Nia A. “All Art is but an Imitation of Nature.” Said by Lucius Annaeus Seneca The images we see, are but reflections Of the beauty in nature Everything good and bad Everything filled with jubilance and sorrow From the stars in the sky To the dirt in the ground From the joyful smiles that fill up a room To the cries that scream loud in a room full of silence and darkness We paint with vivid colors of red, green, yellow and blue An array of rainbow colors We paint with melancholy colors with the rising depressions in our soul We sing, play and write with our hearts on our sleeves Ready to show the world what we feel Our art is our story Our art is but a revelation, sharing all the struggles that have to be said We bleed colors full of reasons, beauties and pain Our art is but a re-creation of the human way Nia is a Junior at Franklin High School. She enjoys reading, writing, and acting. Nia plans to pursue television or film writing when she gets older. a poem by Megan B.
The gentle arms of the sun Descend from above To embrace me. The warmth advances to my heart, And is pumped through my entire being. In my veins, My lungs, I can feel it all around. I let it gather in my throat And spread it through words, Transferring the delicate radiance To those around me, Infecting them with the sun’s Joyous disease. Sunlight pours through my fingertips, Lighting the trail I have left. I raise my arms and thrust them forward, Scattering the bright hues ahead, Knowing that the sun Will guide my path. Megan is very creative and enjoys producing multiple forms of art. She writes, draws, and plays piano. She enjoys contributing to Epiphany and helping out with it as much as she can. |
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Epiphany Literary Magazine is a safe space for students at Franklin High School to share their creativity. Archives '16-'20
June 2020
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