Inside Her Psyche
By Yeni Baez She starts of her day with the arousal of gentle sunlight beaming through her dark soul like curtains. Her skin, smooth like marbles yet her being, dangerous as broken glass. She feels the cold floor against her small baby feet so she opens her round eyes, and so she carries a sense of sorrow. The sorrow of which makes her question her being. The sorrow of which makes her ask herself “Why?” more than the amount of words printed across paper thin dictionaries. The sorrow of which is tied around her ankles like shackles. She carries it with her, like a dark cloud above her head, following her as she shows the public her permanent fake smile stitched across her face. She's stuck in a dark place with the sorrow that fills her veins and the pain that drills her brains. Sorrow created by the disgusting society she lives in and the house she's held in. There's no escape. She walks towards her mirror viewing her reflection. Her emotions, like blank sheets of paper she doodles on to get her through the day. She's black and white, camouflaging with the striped shirt she throws over her head. She carries a simple ruby necklace. Her necklace, bright red, and luminous, the only thing that stands out on her. What's so special about it, they wonder. It makes her glow. It's a simple gift she treasures and refuses to remove. Given by her lover, carried along with the deep sensational adoration she has for him. She carries the necklace along with the only non-depressing feelings she ever felt, love. Is that what they call it nowadays? It's that love she carries that glows on the necklace that dangles on the neck. It's gentle like the tight hugs he gives her that makes her feel safe, taking her away from the sorrow living in her. The love that he gives her makes the depression she carries feel like a smaller amount than what it actually is. He numbs down the pain she feels while diminishing the depression she carries. If it weren't for the love he gives her the depression crawling up her spine would eat her alive. His affection made all the problems she had disintegrate into ashes. Depression and darkness build upon the vivid memories given by her parents arguing over stupid nonsense. She replays the same sceneries nonstop in her mind when she sits in class zoning out. She stares blankly towards the front of the class while her fingertips run along the cold desk. And before she is reminded of the love her partner gives her she thinks about the love that hasn't existed in the roof that lies above her head. Her eyes become crystal clear and watery, full of tears that trickle down her rose petal cheeks. Soon tears transform into salty ocean like waves, racing down her face splashing on towards the smooth surface of the desk where her hands quiver. Before anyone could notice the soulless body sitting in the back she quickly wipes off the pain on the army green jacket she carries, given by her lover. The depression dragged across her face in tears seeps into the thick cotton sleeves. She watches the tear stain disappear wishing she could too. When she’s done wiping away the pain she sinks into her chair, pulling the jacket over her head. She closes her eyes and ties to forget all the horrible things that she plays over and over in her mind. Trying to relax, she takes deep breaths and inhales the smooth scent of him that infused the jacket she was wearing without washing before he gave it to her. Before she could concentrate on the sweet scent left on the jacket that usually put her to sleep she felt a sudden vibration on her lap. When she looked down at her phone she saw her uneasy reflection, noticing her dried lips she quickly applied her favorite chapstick, a squirtable tube of strawberry carmex, that always polished her lips. She never left the house without carrying her carmex, as if it were the equivalent of the ruby necklace he clipped around her neck; giving her a motive of comfort along with peace and relaxation. The taste reminded her of the summer nights she had spent with him, making her forget how hurt she was in the inside. Before she could take another glimpse as her phone the annoying bell that shook her eardrums, nearly making them rupture rang. Staring up against the wall the neon lights showed 2:28, “Time to go back to hell already?” she quietly asked herself. Whether at home or at school it was all the same kind of hell to her. As she slowly made her way towards the classroom she looked down towards her phone and read the message her king sent her saying “ I need you to know that I am here to stay, make you smile, laugh, feel loved, and forget about everything that causes you pain.” Yeni is an eleventh grader. She is a regular high school student focusing on aspiring a military career who secretly uses writing and art to escape from reality.
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¨Jozy¨ 3:03 am is when I received the worst news of my life. I got a text saying someone took my brother’s life. What was the reason for shooting him in his chest? No one knows the reason til this very day. Although he wasn’t blood he treated everyone as a brother or sister-- The person who always put a smile on everyone’s face effortlessly. He always knew the perfect thing to say. Honest and caring are the only words I could use to describe him. He’s the reason I push myself everyday. I thank God and Joell for seeing another day. I remember every morning he would call and say, “Get up, Kylie, and strive... success is on its way.” Kylie is a senior. She enjoys eating Wendy's, being fashionably late to class, and listening to music. She is currently a Poetry Today student. "Unapologetically Me"
By Catherine Gutierrez Unapologetically emotional Unapologetically sensational I feel, I feel, I feel I give, I give, I give Just as much as i take and take and take My feelings are not for you to throw out nor are yours a piece that will be left out. Feeling mine as I feel yours We should be two bodies coming together to create a beautiful harmony like two bodies coming together to create the affect of a swan smoothly gliding against the water. Unapologetically sensational Unapologetically me Unapologetically the girl that will forever fall to her knees as I give in to give you the love that's beating from my heart for yours. Unapologetically the girl who will always pass the limits of a loving girlfriend Feeding your heart with the fruits of my love. I will never be too much I will never be too little I will always simply, just be me... Unapologetically. Catherine is a senior. In her free time, she likes to read. She will be attending Kean University in the Fall where she will be pursuing Social Work. "Life Goal"
My goal is to greet each morn Leaving cares of yesterday behind Awakening as if I had just been born As I open my eyes I pray I will find Now reasons to be thankful I am alive And happiness in my heart and mind I want to live in the now to grow and thrive Seeking a future, forgetting what’s been living for a future Forgetting what’s been living life’s purpose not Just to survive Barbara is a senior. She likes to draw in her free time. She is currently a Poetry Today student. Give it a shot
Life yearns a new desire When you count to go a little higher Life fulfills beautiful creations Though there are some frustrations But everything apart life is bliss -Barbara Asante Breathe
By Marcos Montgomery A car rolls on by going so slow with windows tinted so no faces would show in my chest I could feel my anxiety grow my brother says don't worry but sweat soaks my clothes The same car passes again but big brother grips his gun and his patients is thin and then the gunshots begin big brother drops as soon as the first bullet pierces the skin Breathe big brother please I can't let you leave I try to cover the wound and as he clenches my sleeve Breathe big brother because I don't know what to do all I wish is that I knew how to help you Breathe big brother I don't want you to go it just won't feel right when I borrow your clothes Breathe big brother out through the mouth and in through the nose he hasn't got much time I see the twitch in his toes Breathe big brother no don't let go his grip begins to fade but his eyes don't close Marcos is a senior. He wants to attend Julliard to become a ballerina. When he is being realistic, he enjoys making his phone bark. (Really, he is a talented poet and writer who plans on continuing to write for the rest of his life, or until his phone dies.) Soul
My soul I shall keep My soul I shall keep at peace My soul is my temple My soul is my heartbeat -Kailyn M. Kailyn is a senior. She has a twin sister. She loves to dance, and she's looking forward to going to college in the Fall. Allow me to give my first impression
I've been scripted and soaked in black ink My words stained with deception and false bliss I've turned the windows to my soul into these glossy orbs Can you see your own reflection through mine? Allow me to give my first secret It'll open the door that does not required a key Instead, it requires vulnerability And I have yet to touch the knob Allow me to blossom and open up these petals I've been developed and painted with vibrancy I breathe the purity of friendship I reveal my vast array of hues Can you see me now? Allow the seasons to change what we have within time and understand that I've been scripted and soaked in black ink I've been stained with deception and false bliss The windows to my soul remained these glossy orbs So you can't see your way in, and I'll allow you to walk out. My name is Tasha Dowbachuk. I'm 16 years old and I am a junior. I've been an artistic being since I discovered colors, music and eccentric poetry. I've used art and poetry as a way to express myself through unusual metaphors and through a visual that words cannot fully describe. My hobbies consist of creating music, writing and using Tumblr for inspiration. "Mazes"
by Tasha Dowbachuk My Mind Is a Maze And I Don't Know The Way Out It's an Endless Travel Where Vines Have Pricked Me Yet The Sight Of Roses Soothed The Pain I Use To Think That When The Sun Sets, There Is No Beauty In The Night Now I Think The Hues Of Blues and White Are The Cascading Poems Of What We've All Experienced This Maze Leads To Something Unknown Something Bizarre In It's Own Capricious Way I Applaud Those Who Enter Because I Have Yet To See Anyone Who has Came Out My name is Tasha Dowbachuk. I'm 16 years old and I am a junior. I've been an artistic being since I discovered colors, music and eccentric poetry. I've used art and poetry as a way to express myself through unusual metaphors and through a visual that words cannot fully describe. My hobbies consist of creating music, writing and using Tumblr for inspiration. Hidden Meanings
By Gentherly Coronado Bloody nails Broken tails Sunken fish And dirty dish Ripped papers Good snipers Lost souls And empty bowls Bloody nails that we step on as kids, innocent and sound. Broken tails being our behinds because spankings were our lives. Sunken fish because our loves keep leaving us. And dirty fish because we're poor and cannot afford soap. Ripped papers because we tried to write our feelings but they may find it… Good snipers since there's deaths and we're the targets of these shooters. Lost souls because we are dead inside from all we go through. And empty bowls because we are broke and food rarely came to our plates. Only a few words can mean a lot and now you know the story of my past. Gentherly is an 11th grade student. She is currently a Poetry Today student. |
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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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