Life is for feeling alive
I have felt alive plenty of times.
But not many stack up to a ride on the back of a motorcycle.
A death trap on two wheels
that my friend just got his license for less than a month prior.
The wind whipping me back,
My hands clasped tightly around his chest,
And my eyes watering from the rush.
Around and around we went.
Through back roads
mere miles from speeding cars on highways.
We sped down empty streets.
I cried out in excitement.
A smile plastered on my face
And eyes closed to the rushing wind.
We pull back into the parking lot.
He turns off his bike.
We dismount and say goodbye.
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Author:
M.E.M. (
Offline) - Published: December 4th, 2022 17:06
- Comment from author about the poem: Based on the prompt: write about a moment in life which seems fleeting. Comments are welcome!
- Category: Friendship
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"A death trap on two wheels.......... license for less than a month prior........ We dismount and say goodbye."
Lucky lucky lucky. I rode a motorcycle for a number of years - that story of yours creeped me out.
😂 thank you so much.
a wonderfully vivid description
I think up to 250cc
it's all fun and tumbles, but those greater
beasts
are on a whole different level..
(maybe there's a thrill seeker in you waiting to be unleashed
next time, try taking a motorbike lesson
even just one, feel the power in your fingertips
dictate your own thrilling sensations)
or not and stay safe on four wheels and two legs
lol
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