Me and my friends decided to meet at the park. We enjoyed there going on rides and telling each other about imaginary stories. Eating ice cream was even more fun when it was with friends. When it was time to go home two out of five of my friends decided to walk back home as their houses were near. I as if it would be fun and asked permission from my parents to accompany them. To my surprise they agreed. We started walking on the busy streets together for the first time. As we came to the traffic signal it was about to turn green. Not wasting a single moment we ran across the road, I could see the people in the cars smiling and some laughing. Me and my friends were laughing to. One of my friends was saying that her lipstick had faded, I did not pay much attention to her as I was watching the road until I was her walking up to a jewelry shop. I saw the salesmen inside the shop making serious face and standing up straight to greet her, but got shocked when she looked at her reflection on a polished surface at the entrance and started applying her lipstick. The salesmen laughed and I pulled her away from there being embarrassed. We walked further when we saw a tesla passed by on the other side of the track, just then one of my friend who has a craze for cars shouted, Tesla!! I saw the driver of the car turned towards us. We laughed and told her to calm down. As we were about to continue we saw that car coming towards us and slowing down. I protectively pulled my friend who was close to road towards me. The driver smiled at us and asked if we wanted to see the interior of the car. We politely denied and thanked him. We left from there an d dropped two of our friends at their houses and the three of us went back to the park where our parents came to pick us.
About the Creator
Emily
I am just a simple girl, but I have big dreams.
making space
Since the only thing that might pull us back up is caring, it only makes sense that here, long after I’ve let my anger born of heartbreak and grief misplace, multiply, misdirect itself, let the enormity of my solitude turn into something I don’t know how to dispute with, something thick and heavy and suffocating, let the coldness thrash and fight under my skin, deeper still, in between the arches of my organs; here where the ground is always close and the fall is easy and I surrender to it often, lie without purpose for hours, it only makes sense that it is here, I decide to show up and surrender to the possibilities of the night. Show up to those who I deserted. Drawn to the sense of accomplishment, something I haven’t felt in a while, to memory of finished dish sending its aroma into the world and with it, wrapping the room with a strong sense of sweet nostalgia, I get up and decide to cook. I pick up my phone, type a message that reads “Dinner at mine @ 8PM, don’t bring anything” and before my courage deserts me again, drop it in our friends’ group chat, the way one would do when diffusing a bomb in the movies: one eye closed, snip at the wire, hoping for the best.
By Mesh Toraskarabout 15 hours ago in Feast
Comments (3)
Such a beautiful poem! So wonderful!
Good poem! Well done!
it is like a story more than a poem. enjoy