I decided that I am going to scrapbook the pictures of the day in Philadelphia with Sean. Although it didn’t pan out, he was still a good friend and I will always have a place in my heart for him (if that makes sense). I decided to write a few poems about the day. I think I am going to do that for every page in my yearbook. Anyway, it’s for my scrapbook; how does it sound:
The wind blows his hair
Neatly placed in tight pigtails
Laughs, hookah, and cake.
(Poem 2-- Free verse)
Red lanterns gently blow in the breeze,
Cool, the sun hides behind the clouds;
Chattering of the hustle and bustle
The busy city streets, alive and busy—
Hordes of people surround us,
Yet we are lost in each other’s brown eyes.
Shaking, is it the chill of the air or nerves?
Ambling along the shoreline, the sun sets,
Ben Franklin in the far distance, tugging our heartstrings—
The waves violently crash to shore,
Birds descend upon freshly thrown crumbs.
“Shall we go? It’s getting colder;” he whispers
Amongst the peppermint flavored smoke
In the dimly lit sheesha café, mellowed out.
The Middle East comes alive in America!
And so did China and so did I.
Hearts beat quickly; the kiss is planted
In the brightness of the moon and train platform.