Lit mag 2016-2017

Cover & Back: National Art Honor Society Advisor: Mrs. BellAuthors: Mr. Wilner’s Creative Writing Class Briana Robinson

Poem by Kate Sies We all walk around the untouched subject All scared to open our mouths Scared that if we speak we won’t say the right words. All scared of each other’s emotions. All is silent, but silent is good We put our heads down so no one intrigues in a conversation We walk swiftly so no one stops and asks how we are We don’t know how we are The emotions that fill our weak body makes us stronger. But we are definitely not strong enough to hold this weight. Each day feels like it’s without a sun And each night feels like it’s without a moon. We all feel like a sky on a rainy day We all feel like we are about to break at any moment And that’s okay…Kate Sies: One syllable word story The last time I saw him he looked so sad. I knew I had broken his heart when I told him things weredone. I could not live a lie that things were okay. I felt bad when I looked in his baby blue eyes, but I also felt aslight joy that I did not have to stress over our dumb fights. I grabbed my coat to leave but then he grabbed my hand and looked straight in my eyes. I did not wanthim to look at me. I did not want him to see the pain. “Please stay, we can work things out, I love you” he said with a small tear in the crease of his eye. After he said that I felt a great pain in my chest. We fought so much that he did not often say those threesmall words. It felt good when he said it. But I pulled my hand out from under his. “I have to go now” I said. As I left I felt a great pain in my chest. I felt like my world just fell apart. Iwould have said it back, but I knew I could not. I know I will be okay with him out of my life.



Jernard Benbow -- Haiku #1 Winter’s freezing cold; Sitting by the fire place Drinking hot cocoa. #2 An Easter basket;Inside the eggs there’s candies Around the playground. #3 A hot summer day; Good day to go to the pool Water brisk and cold. #4 Crop from far away;Sweet potatoes, corn, stuffing On the dinner plate. #5 Black, white, and orange; The flying oriole bird Got hit by a ball.



Kashindi Hussein Poem - “Spring flowers” Over the distant mountains morning Breeze blowsHumming through robust beech birch and oak treesEvergreen pines whistle to the tune of nippy breezeGroup of songbirds sing delightful springtime Songs Twirling flossy clouds dance graceful waltzes Mountain range beneath has got rich pastures Cows graze fresh grass in lavish green meadows Chiming cowbells from morning evenings Sunlight glistens after early morning showers Pearls like dewdrops fastened to lilac flowers Beautiful little lilacs flourish in heavy Clusters Spreading honey scented appealing fragrances May’s spring days are refreshing and sunny Trees have new leaves flowers rapidly bloom When cool breeze blows through the garden

Alajia BlueTrue Short Story Every holiday … Sometime around March 28, 2009 Aunt Tina passed. During this time of the season we havefamily gatherings, nice cookouts or just a laid back day we all hang. When she passed everything changed. Thefeeling when you miss someone you know not coming back sucks, there presence is everything. The laughs, thehugs, the kisses the love they have for you not there no more. You just have a feeling like damn, I miss you.Everyone not as close, family so distant. To the point your family choose who they wanna be bothered with andclose to. But besides that Tina birthday our aunts and uncles take turns having her vase. Her vase is turquoise,very heavy. We all take a shot, say the good times we all had with her. Most important make her daughter feellike her mom still with us. She young, zhaira is 11. She act just like her mom but she only know little of her,then me. The big cousin who try to make a better understanding what happen?My aunt made us make a promise to her that she will stop suffering for us to live, if we make sure zhaira willbe okay and nothing won’t happen to her. That day in the hospital we agreed we said our goodbyes, cried oureyes out and gave our last hugs and kisses and she closed her eyes and passed. It was devastating but we allknow what was best instead of caring for ourselves. Every holiday we remember every promise we made.

Myles Walters - Haikus: Love Just me and my dog No one else is invited My dog is the best Love is complicated There are many ups and downs Love always prevails It was love at first Then I wanted to marry her Then love was lostHaiku Contest - Spring in BCPS The spring brings a lot Everyone looks forward to This season daily Every teenager Puts there focus in throttle The rush for good grades The only bad thing About spring is the allergies The constant sneezing People are stepping On the scales for weigh in They hope for weight loss Changing World First I show myselfThen they laugh and call me names Then I become sad The world is changing It never stays stagnate Will it ever stop?

Abandonment by Jazz’Myn O. Hey Mom, I’m very disappointed in you I don’t have much to say to you We will never be close You’re deceiving You never caredBut you were very good at acting like it You never came back for me You started a new life A new familyYou never did what you said you would They took me away from you And you let themAnd without a second thought you left You never did right by me You never cared But you were young So can I really blame you? I sure can.

“Summer’s Almost Here” By Wendy PortilloStudents wait for the last day Getting tired and ready To get out of school Slowly not caring anymore But trying to hang in On their grades To finish strong Summers almost here Long days and hot nights Road trips and adventures All come in your mind

Destinee Johnson Branya CowanAllessandra Smith Aaron Larrimore

BLANK - Tyrese Bell A Man with a blank face has a thousand words to say has a thousand faces has a thousand thoughts.The blank face is an aesthetic mask the blank face Aphrodite’s beauty the blank face is a disguise the blank face is a cover. Nobody cares about the being behind the mask. Nobody cares to question the man about the mask.Nobody is willing to break the mask. Nobody besides you.

Reid Logan Taj CallejaChloe Abesamis The week Monday impatiently lurks, Obnoxious little punk in the works. Tuesday comes off as lame, We always forgot that she ever came. Wednesday is an ordinary B average, A glass of water is her everyday beverage. I like Thursday for she is very reassuring, “It’s almost done” she says, “the week you’ve been enduring.” Friday is the cool kid in the neighborhood, Ready to tell me that everything will be all good. Saturday is my beautiful wife, Relieving me of my stressful life. Sunday is always frightened, Her fear at the end of the day is further heightened.

Jacob Schafer Victor Iheanacho Taj Calleja False Truth They filled my head with dreams False truth is what I see When it’s convenient, it’s time to learn I and society don’t equal to my destination False truth is what I earn I wanted to look through a telescope False truth is what I see False truth I cannot cope False truth is what I see Man on the moon, what an achievement But I was taught, that man ain’t me Wanted to follow his path, but they say I can’t be I have to be rational It’s the only way I can get the good things in life The only way I can avoid a day full of strife False truth is what I see But it’s a truth I wish I didn’t know

Taulant HyseniTested by Jazz’Myn OYou know how a lab rat, has tests ran on it?Over and over again?That’s me.I’m a lab rat that is repeatedly tested.My peers are rats too.We are over worked.Until our brains are fried.We wake up early, come to the lab.We greet the scientist.We’re put into our cage.And we are tested. Thomas Woodard

Michael Cheatom Briel Bynam

Kelvin Gibbs ‘Thanksgiving love” by DeAndre Brown Thanksgiving was spent with the love of my life Food!!! I’m mean family they was kind of great and cool But that food was the best thing there to me I miss the way my stomach felt before I ate I was the first in line to eat My aunt tried to tell me that’s enough So I gave her that look and filled my plate up That banana pudding and pie almost made me cry So sad that I had to tell thanksgiving goodbye

Taj Calleja “Ray! Come over here.” My Grandpa called me. He takes me in front of a store which looks like theexact opposite of the bank. It was colorful and appeared to have tons of children inside. It was a toy store andwas probably the only one anywhere near where I live. My Grandpa points towards this colorful mecha actionfigure that is displayed at the front of the store. Its head it has a robotic-knight design to it, its right hand it helda crimson sword and his left arm was the cannon the looked like it was going to shoot lasers. My Grandpa told me, “For your 11th birthday, I will save enough money to get you one of those. Nowcome on let’s get in the car. On the way home I couldn’t stop thinking about that action figure. I hoped that myGrandpa actually meant what he said because I know mother tells me that we can’t afford to buy everything welike. When I turned 11, I didn’t want the action figure from the store anymore. I just wanted my grandpa back.