"Picture"
by Johany Solano A picture is worth a thousand words But words can paint infinite pictures A word can be spoken Or shown through ASL written in the pages of books Or forever remain hidden A word can mean the word to one Serve as inspiration to others A symbol to the cause Or a direction when one gets lost Johany is a Junior. 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.
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thunderstorms muddy puddles tiny flowers warm breezes naked trees sunny skies Springtime Jac is a Junior. She has been an active member of Epiphany for the past few years. "Compassion"
by AJ The feeling of compassion Is not lightly to take In no form or fashion It’s nice like a lake No need for hate Only compassion You have time you're not late There is time to change imagine The feeling of compassion Is not lightly to take AJ is a senior. He is looking forward to graduation and continuing to be a student athlete in college. Hector
by Johany Solano (For Mrs. Banerjee) Poem His heart would have been Pounding Breath ragged from having to Run From the glinting of his armor, to the sweat that was Dripping To the muddy ground beneath his feet We were each there, Breath held Waiting for Hector to stop his running To face the last enemy The last enemy…. How was anyone but the gods to know that it would be the Last And then, with is last breath His thoughts were not for himself No They were for all of you, the ones who now hold Memories of him close to your hearts So remember him now in all of his glory, Hector of Troy Song Hector had been the bravest of all Fight to save us from enemies big and those small Hear them now, the arrows that fly Just as the eagles do, up there in the sky The feeling of loss was closely looming And somewhere far off the tears were blooming A mother having lost her beloved son A Fate written in the sky, weighing more than a ton And in that last breath, He finally met the hands of Death Johany is a Junior. 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. She originally wrote this piece for her World Literature class. 2 Years Since
by Jac It’s been 2 years since it happened 2 years since my first love 2 years since my first heartbreak I don’t usually talk about it anymore It’s in the past, dead and gone But every now and then, it pops up Like a flicker of a candle Like a car riding past you with high beams on There and then it’s not So common but also not 2 years is a long time But also such a short time period So much can happen in 2 years So much can be the same I’ve changed within these 2 years but maybe you didn’t Maybe you are exactly how you were And maybe I am too But I feel different So many things are different But maybe we’re exactly the same The same as we were but to each other Different Jac is a Junior. She has been an active member of Epiphany for the past few years. Linda Goldfinch
by Skylar D'Angiolillo As the lone organ played The blackbirds swayed During the nephews eulogy. Rustling feathers did not turn away. The goldfinch sang A song of her last Wednesday. But to the quail, the organ groaned. And the priest began to drone As the quail chittered at the postponed decay. And as the blackbirds huddled; The rhythm of their thoughts becoming more muddled, As one presented the quail with the last spiritual bouquet. Skylar is Senior Class President, and has been a member of Epiphany for the past four years. She enjoys writing and performing poetry in her free time. Dwell
by Jac Why do we dwell on things? Why do we keep it in our mind even after it’s long gone? Maybe we want to keep what we once had And feel that same feeling that we once had Whether it be sadness or happiness We hold on to it by thinking about it It is what we are now And what we will always be Up and downs Downs and ups We dwell on things to remember that they happened and that we aren’t who we were because of it And that’s a lovely thing. Jac is a Junior. She has been an active member of Epiphany for the past few years. "School Shootings"
by FB Back then we worried about kids failing grades We felt school started to become a safe place For our children Creating drills we believed we would NEVER have To use Little did we know they would come to use In 2019 we had 417 mass shootings Children were scared, injured, and dead Teachers forced to protect children with their lives Children protecting their peers. To this day many of those students think about What they could have done to stop it, them, help The truth is they couldn’t We lost 15,381 lives to a gun. To another human being. This is the highest rate since 2014. A school is no longer a safe place School is a battle zone just waiting to happen. A school is a place that takes away phones because, its a distraction but in reality how will we say goodbye to our loved ones if needed. Goodbye to the 15,381 people that have lost their lives Due to another human being! FB was a senior in Ms. Barbour's Poetry Today Elective in the Fall Semester. She enjoys expressing herself through writing. “Tidal Wave”
by JA I have been drowning in my own thoughts. Trapped in a tidal wave that I can’t escape. Kicking and screaming. Gasping for air. Until suddenly I’d surface. Catching my breath, air filling my lungs. But it’s no use. Each time I surface this anchor pulls me down. Just a never ending cycle of misery. Yet once again I have found myself drowning. But this time it’s different. I’m exhausted, tired of fighting. So for one last time, I’m sinking. JA was a senior in Ms. Barbour's Poetry Today class in the Fall Semester. She looks forward to graduating. |
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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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