Writing Prompt
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VISUAL PROMPT
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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High above the city,
That’s where I go
It doesn’t look pretty
So why does it feel like home.
High above the city,
My favorite place
Even if it makes me feel dizzy
It is where I’ll spend my days.
High above the city,
The one that threw me out
They called me risky
And I need to shout.
High above the city,
Do they really need me?
High above the city,
I’m finally set free....
High above the city
Or at least of what remains
Washed away the promise
Of a new and hopeful day
Cascade the memory
Of a happy yesterday
High above the city
We live amongst the clouds
High above the city
For yesterday, look down
High above the city
High above the city
High above the city the profit margin rose
“That’s someone else’s problem”
As their greed it only grows
Your just going ...
High above the city, glittering, clean.
A fresh, cool breeze tickles across their skin.
Goosebumps from the quickening wind.
The first raindrops fall on their face.
Down below the ground, muddy, caked faces.
Constant labor and the metal clang of machinery.
Pumping the breeze up into the city.
The rain floods the floor as it drains, covering their feet.
The city is a wonderful, peaceful place.
No...
Looking down, flying high above the city
I see chaos, but where I’m at is peace.
Sometimes I want to fly into the chaos for just a bit of excitement.
Then instantly I regret it.
The urge to have a little adventure.
Ecstasy filled adventure.
In the end the ecstasy is met with regret.
While the feelings aren’t the best, the memories are beautifully dark....
Your like a toy in the store the one I want but can’t afford your like a prize on a high shelf out of my reach although I try to feel your like an adult and I’m young you live a different life and have no time in your day for me your out chasing your dreams out living your life above the city and I’m still right where you left me...
I’ve never felt so lonely. I got everything I wanted above here. I wonder how happy they are below the skies as I watch them roaming the cities. What’s it like down below? Is there something more that I don’t know? I wish I could jump off the skies, there’s nowhere else to go but up here. I looked around and saw all my possessions. Which is more valuable? My possessions or my curiosity of the belo...
High above the world looking down I stare in awe. Immaculate views span farther than the very eyes I own. Gliding through the moist and cool plumes of white cotton candy clouds littering the bright day breaking its 12 hour streak. The suns bright fury now dimming, teasing the fine line of dusk to dawn. As the suns radiant and impudent glow fizzles beckoning the world below to feel its power. The s...
High above the city
Stars so bright
Lights below are tiny
Everything feels right
Skyline stretching far
Hearts are free
Dreams are what we are
In this moment we see
Up here we belong
Sing our song
Weightless in the night
Holding on so tight
Wind whispers our names
Time stands still
Love is not a game
Feel the thrill
Moon guiding our way
Hope in sight
Together we sway
In the night
When the dar...
They watched. For generations, they watched, high above the city. They wern’t there of course. Not really. They watched from their own planet in their own time, with the time dialation adjusted accordingly. Were they there for war or peace? Not really. You could say they were just being nosey. They discovered this technology centuries ago but this city now has been the first to hold their attentio...
I sleep in the clouds until I am needed below,
Evergreen forests of beauty I’ll someday grow
That is until they came and stole my dreams away,
Now I shed tears that flow onto cities of ugly grey
I have never really took well to grief,
So now it’s they who will pray for relief
So high above the city I wait and grow,
and throw thunderous tantrums to spite them below...
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