Summer
by Jac Layton-Brown So much can happen in the summer You can get a sunburn You can go on vacation You can travel You can get your heart broken You can lose some friends You can move away You can eat ice cream You can bask in the sun You can make new friends You can relive bad memories You can be lonely You can say goodbye So much can happen in the summer Jac is a sophomore at Franklin High School. She is an active member of Epiphany.
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Blinded Love
by Erin-Grace Zara I put you on a pedestal even i wasn’t able to reach. A voice inside my head keeps repeating, don’t give up just yet, there’s still a chance it could be. But i know deep in my heart there won’t be, you said you didn’t want to lose me. But you weren’t even trying to keep me. This isn’t meant to be cliche but you were the monologue played by the girl who falls in love too easily. You see, i thought of you like the thought it takes to breathe. Poems over poems, every word reciting to your..pretty… brown eyes. So mesmerized, by the way you said my name. Nights felt like years, reminiscing the last time i felt at peace. You see, you were handing out empty promises like cupid with his bows and arrows on valentine’s day. My mistake… for oversleeping in arms i should’ve stayed away from. I feel trapped inside this cement wall but tell me, how do you stop taking the nicotine from a cigarette that was disguised as your medicine? I need to be strong, too many times i’ve let myself fall and stay there for too long, just breathe. I don’t want to leave, i know i should leave, i just wanted you to be happy, but you seem happier without me. NO. My self-respect is not worth the exchange of your missed concept of love. Self-respect is not choking on my words for your apologies. It is not ignoring the signs knowing i deserve so much more than what you give me. So i guess this is my goodbye, i resign from loving someone who doesn’t want to be loved, and now i see. Erin-Grace is a Junior in Ms. Barbour's World Literature class. She enjoys writing in her free time. L
by Skylar D'Angiolillo L Lyrical prose leaks from lips like licorice lies Lift limerick lullabies past larynx Lukewarm ligaments loose and lifeless Laughing liver lackluster with liquor Lapses in lashes latch on to lacrimal landscapes Lives lost on lead lipstick ladders Labeled by landsliding lacerations Lithium loyalty longing for a lonesome lexicon Looking for leverage, long lusted- after loophole Liabilities lynched left lying on linoleum Loitering limited to lecherous limbo Learning life’s lineage laments lovers Skylar is a Junior. She enjoys being the Junior class president, as well as writing and performing poetry in her free time. The Fire
By EJ There is a fire that burns within A burning and brilliant force Driving you forward to win This fire will push again and again With the steadfast gallop of a horse That fire that burns within A fire is unique to each person Individualized and powerful in its course Always driving you forward to win It is your fire that fuels your grin Fueling your smile, though your voice is hoarse Such power that burns within Where your fire comes from is hard to pin Thought it always gets greater as time gets worse But always pushing forward to win Your fire that burns is akin To a warrior in battle, of course For as that fire burns bright within It is always driving you forward to win EJ is a Senior. He wrote this poem for Ms. Barbour's Poetry Today Elective Course. Braids
by Jac Layton-Brown You had long curly hair You would keep it pulled back or You would let it all out I liked your hair I wanted to touch it I even told you this You told me how people would feel it You also said how some wanted to braid it You said that you would tell them, “let’s do it” I thought you would look interesting with braids I was used to the curls so braids would be odd I joked about braiding it, but I’m not good at braiding You would smile at the joke or You would send ‘lmfao’ You would send that a lot I doubt you were actually laughing but I enjoyed the text anyway I would smile at your smile I never got to braid your hair Jac is a sophomore at Franklin High School. She is an active member of Epiphany. Fighting Fire
Alicia May Niehaus There is a fire burning And it seems to never go out Its burning red embers always spreading And will continue without a doubt There are those who will just stand and stare Watching as the flames tear the world apart Thinking it pointless to even care They let others play their part Then there are those who will fight fire with fire Who think they could put out its heated rage Instead they only make the situation more dire Since all they do is enlarge its stage. Finally there are those who choose to fight with water They are the only ones who can keep its heat at bay In this case, the strength of the inferno will never matter Because even a drop can send it’s flames astray. There is a fire burning And it seems to never go out Its burning red embers always spreading And will continue without a doubt Alicia May Niehaus is a Senior. She wrote this poem for Ms. Barbour's Poetry Today Elective Course. Protest Poem: Final Words from Lost Mothers
by Kenaisia Sherrod Could it be, perhaps, if I wasn’t me, if this skin wasn’t dark, would you allow me to breathe? Would I have a chance to open my eyes again, do what I’m used to, and leave not with just two, but the "new three”? I can feel the simmering of my blood turn into a rapid boil In your kind, I’ve placed my trust To nurture the seed in the fertile soil But you misled us, you misled the trust, you took my all from me and me from my all And my husband had to watch this process of my breathing drastically fall Am I just another black woman y’all hate Please tell me this isn’t what it seems to be, this isn’t my fate Stop telling our families you’re sorry for their lost because you prematurely labeled this case as “too late” Fire in my belly, my feet are swelling, tell me you could fix this, I know you can save me Instead of watching me die, as I hear the cries of my newborn baby The most beautiful noise I’ve ever heard, to hear that noise, I deserve And your comfortability in taking such happiness from me is what makes it worse When I was younger, I wanted to be just like you, do what you do, tell patients what you knew But if this is it, I don’t want it, I don’t want to be you To think of the black mothers you let die this way, this place is haunted, I don’t want it! All the black babies you dropped on their heads Tell their parents what you want and declared them dead because of a mistake you made instead And it’s the same thing every time A black mother laying in this bed, both her, her family and her newborn baby crying Difference is, the baby’s hurting, daddy’s terrified cause his baby and his lover’s dying I’m screaming out help me and you’re busy trying to tell me to shut up, that I’m so wrong “You don’t know what you’re talking about, you’re confused” But I knew I felt these pains all along! Belittling me because the black woman tries to appear so strong We put on this act because this world made us feel as though we don’t belong Yet all of our hearts are the same instruments, even if they don’t play the same song All I ask, give my baby and I the chance, in unison to breathe To see what other families get to see, to be Don’t allow your misdirected hatred take everything from me Kenaisia is a Senior. She wrote this poem for Ms. Barbour's Poetry Today Elective Course. Protest Poem
by Damien The criminal injustice system Full of lies, misconception and deception A man that could be innocent, but nobody is with him Don’t get me wrong the accuser should be given faith But there are two sides to every story Discrimination and straight up bias Ending lives not quick but gory No wonder people run when those flashing lights meet their eyes We need a new age Atticus Ethical policing Mental training for those who decide the future of us Injustice decreasing It’s draining the fear of the corrupt fuzz After hundreds of years haven’t we had enough Criminals are free, while the innocent are locked away Manipulating the system, lying under oath Ruining someone’s life till they can no longer cope Destruction of reputation All because of one statement The criminal “justice” system or what’s left of it. Damien is a sophomore. He wrote this poem for Ms. Barbour's Poetry Today Elective. He enjoys writing music in his spare time. Erin Grace-Zara, Kayla Smith, Matthew Furlong
Song: Lovely (instrumental) by Billie Ellish Entries You are what I wish for every 11:11 and every shooting star. I know my wish won’t come true if I tell someone, But i don’t think it was ever going to. My nights go by, Wishing I was right by your side. Holding you in my arms as the sun goes down and the moon arises. Looking into your brown eyes, Our hearts synced to the beat of the music, Swaying side to side, Smiling became as easy as falling in love with you to begin with. But then I come to realize, This was only a fantasy. Your touch wasn’t real, Your words didn’t exist, And your love was never there. It was just as true as a lucid dream. The sun comes out, Yet everything is black and white to me. Flowers become as dull as rain, People become walking shadows, life becomes a still painting, with a broken canvas. What hurts the most out of all of this is that you convinced my heart it wasn’t enough. that no matter how many tears it shed, how many pieces it left, how many times it accepted you back after every mistake, it still couldn’t make you stay. It held on to every kiss, every hug, every memory, every word, every part that you were willing to give until you stopped giving. We were so close to love, But it just wasn’t enough. I wish that when i closed my eyes, your laugh wasn't what I saw. I wish that my hands didn’t tremble when you turned the corner. I wish that when I hear your voice, my heart didn’t ache. I wish that you didn’t leave with no explanation. I wish that you believed in love as much as I did. Erin-Grace is a student in Ms. Barbour's World Literature course. She enjoys writing in her free time. Walk Away
by Ryann Matthews Screaming, Kicking, Crying. Her little face turns red The longer she goes on. Innocent, Small, Fragile. She was beautiful and Seemed so sweet. The woman holding her Was just as beautiful if not more. It’s a shame I don’t know What she looks like now ... Ryann is a Senior who wrote this blues poem for Ms. Barbour's Poetry Today Elective. Ryann loves poetry and wants a motorcycle. |
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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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