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by JD_Art @ instagram.com/jd_art_x
Write a story or poem that could be titled 'High Above the City'.
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Boy does the city radiate at night.
Every twinkling light like stars on a clear country night.
Here i am again.
HIgh above the city,
or just euphoria.
HIGH.
I used to be proud of my horizon.
now im terrified of losing the light.
High above the city,
or just nostalgia.
HIGH.
Lost in the light reflecting on the river.
Wishing i could dance with the fairies.
HIGH.
I’m high above the city,
im high...
Sitting in the hills of imagination,
Skating across the seas of my fantasy.
Above and beyond I’ve always held onto,
Stuck to me like deep glue.
The rush, the electricity,…the beauty.
“The sky is the limit” they say,
Sorry but even reaching for the stars isn’t enough for me.
Above and beyond, looking down upon where I stem,
Valuing every seed and every gem.
So high up with even further to go, fu...
Up here, you could lose yourself
I lost myself, a few times.
You could convince yourself you were flying.
I did,
I have.
Am I not?
Well, you couldn't do this on an aeroplane
Could you?
Not with all the rules.
Well I did,
Sort of.
Didn't I?
It's a very thing line, between twelve flights of stairs
And a jumbo jet.
Or at least it could be,
Couldn't it.
It was for me,
Wasn't it?
You don't need wing...
High above the city,
I saw a girl walking to class with a smile,
A boy who looked like he hadn’t slept in a while,
A dog that was hostile,
High above the city,
I heard a man arguing with his wife,
It seemed as though they were going through a divorce,
I heard another laughing, talking about how much he loved life,
At first, I thought it was cruel,
How is it that while someone is passing through ...
High above the city looking down from the clouds
Peace in my heart, I feel Your love all around
What is this? Heaven?
“No… just a taste”
I see Your goodness in my life, leaving trails and a trace
Heaven is for everyone, but not everyone has faith
This joy is a gift, tied with mercy and grace
Heaven is when I get to see You Jesus, I long to see Your face...
If I were to tell people of my sanctuary they’d call me weird. Broken. Like me callused hands finding their place in the stone. Each of my limbs finding their home on the rocks. My treck up the cliff seemed endless the first day, but knowing what lays ahead gives me the comfort to ease my sore arms. I blink a tear from my eye as my foot jams into a sharp rock, and turn my head to look back. The ci...
Sometimes I envy birds. My dad used to tell me that it’s human to wish for something we don’t have, but he also told me that it’s human to strive for something more.
That’s why humans created surfing. The illusion of flying so that we could keep our hearts in our chest. Riding the spiritual waves has to be equivalent to flying, right?
Right.
But it’s human to strive for something more,...
High above the city
My lungs cry for help
But my heart crys for peace
I can’t make up my mind
High above the city I see lights dat bring hope through the street’s
But darkness that creep in the alleyways
Resident leave and Residents go
Always force to the corner
Force to leave outside our borders...
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