Writing Prompt
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VISUAL PROMPT
by Adellanuki @ deviantart
Write a story or poem that could be titled 'My City on Fire'.
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One thing about me is I don’t like fire My house,The hotel Literally got caught So for the city I’m in now to be on it Quite scary Rapidly it spreads Vision Nothing but grey thick smoke Get low Stop,drop,and roll That’s what they taught us In school Jumping in that water don’t even look appealing or cool You’ve got to move Inhaling and exhaling in that environment IS NOT SAFE Get away don’t look back Depth,I’m not going to get into it But The more I look at this pic it just gives Sodom and Gomorrah.
Flames in the city smoke rising out the chimney look like 420 I rememebr my first day chiefing grab your kids and your money you cant go back honey Dont forget your social You gone be lookin like a dummy
Bricks in the ground stones in the air marble floors on the celiing so much smoke im impaired Screams so close Yet they souls feel far away
I hope they in they in heaven We in hell everyday Its a couple several ships planning all to get away Crimson speckled with orange with the reflection of the reign You dont know true terror till you COme face to face
It took three months to build now rubble all it lay i cant even say horror oh this is much worse So many memories in my lungs NO wonder why my feelings hurt
Flames in the city smoke rising out the chimney look like 420 I rememebr my first day chiefing grab your kids and your money you cant go back honey Dont forget your social You gone be lookin like a dummy
Bricks in the ground stones in the air marble floors on the celiing so much smoke im impaired Screams so close Yet they souls feel far away
Sometimes it seems I have it all, With money, Education, But it came at a great cost, And I ended up forever lost.
Sometimes I feel so low And it doesn’t help to be broke. I want to leave but I’m just Too far From home.
My life is a city on fire, And I’m watching, As it burns, Alone and suffering, Lacking in love.
If only those thoughts didn’t creep in, Drowning me in an intrusive obsession I need to get out of here, This place is eating me Alive.
The suffering is intolerable, Never ending, And I’m so tired Of pretending Everything will be okay in the end.
My city is on fire They raise the standards higher And the marks on my papers get brighter and brighter. Everything surrounding me in gray colored ashes Broken, shattered, smoke stained glasses. A metaphor to lighten up the unbearable truth. A phrase I will use to conceal what I lose. Watered down mascara or a tear stained face Isn't enough to let me take a break. Late assignments and crimson colored C's Surround me as I mourn and wish to feel free My world, my purpose, the reason I felt proud Now is a reminder of who I let down. The flashing bright colors of the warm red heat Are the same color of the big red X on my math sheet. I look down at my grade. I see every mistake. I'll keep it a secret just for your sake I look back up to bright orange colors Of my entire city lit up by fire.
In my early years The future seemed so bright My head was full of dreams Hope was easy to ignite The days were full of joy My laughter never ceased The only fear of mine Were myths of violent beasts
I now look back and wonder How I missed all of the signs Was it fear or denial? Is the blame even mine?
I did not ask to be hidden away My parents chose to raise me that way My initial thought is always To put the blame on them They’re the ones who raised me If it’s not their fault Who’s is it then?
Then I stop and wonder What was going through their heads While I was trying to run and fly They were busy keeping me alive They saw the signs They knew something was coming They saw the sparks While I was playing in the park
I look around me now At all the destruction and pain I have to wonder Will anyone survive the flame The people are divided I’m afraid to be who I am
I’m choking on the smoke Trying desperately to breathe As I’m blinded by the fire That all the rage and hate conceived
All I can do now Is take cover and watch As my childhood innocence Becomes nothing more then a thought
As I watch in horror At what my life has become I grieve the loss of innocence The loss of childhood fun
I sat back and watched for years As the sparks began to light And when I finally found my voice It was too late and still too quiet
Yet in my last moments From the back I heard a shout “My city is on fire!” But it was too late to put it out.
The fires burn. The beast rages. Protect. Proect the neck. Protect the hands of such poise and grace. HE is why WE Fight. He held our sin, so we could fall. In love? In lust? No more secrets. Reach for what you yearn. Learn. As long as you are breathing, you are fighting.
Taylor? Our CITY IS BURNING. OUR CITY of GOD. The soldiers await YOUR direction. Romeo? Yes. No sneaking. Love openly. No one’s secret. Scarlet letter is not something I choose. Not your princess. Your devil. With my OWN WINK. I know my fight song. I have been writing for months. Amor. My love. Dedicated to me, our children. Our love story is one of ages. Youth captured.
LULA. Loss. CITY OF GOD knows grief, bereavement. Loss? NOT THE SENATE. Allred? Win it. Beat CRUZ. TESTER run away. Brown? Cape on? Harris and Walz, we win. We celebrate. In HIS name only. We need his Glory, his Love. HE does not WANT him, but he LOVES him.
Die with a smile. Your LOVE CARRIES me Wink.
Our love was a City on Fire. My husband and I built our home brick by brick. Confiding in one another, we shared even our most vulnerable thoughts. My husband was my Prince Charming. I myself couldn't believe this fairy tale until it all came crashing down. Our love was a village filled with so many memories. I ran left and right with exhaustion, trying to save us. But every time I put out one fire, another one started. All the while, he stood by and watched. I was overwhelmed with sadness. By the time the fire subsided, I was already gone.
I live in a city That only knows heat No Winter, no spring No autumn, just summer, And HEAT And when the rain stops And grasses form weeds And children grow up And we hit the streets We work without water Our bodies grow tired I look at the sun and wish it would retire ‘Cause whenever it’s here And the clouds are not near We reach 40 degrees And the city’s on fire
It’s burning, no more turning. I‘m watching it burn down. Standing here and I drown.
Drowning in my thoughts. They‘re slowly killing me, no doubts. I can‘t stop the process. I‘ve never cared less.
I don’t have a chance, to stop the fire-dance. Flames are winding trought the wind. But they will never be kind.
It’s fire, but I‘m drowning. All the thoughts keep me sinking. And I started thinking… my self-esteem now rapidly shrinking.
I‘m on fire with the city now. Just watching the show. The pain flinches trough my body. Standing, completely study.
It’s getting chaotic. How could I be **this **ideotic. Now I accept the fact. This is the end of the act.
The act was called my life.
I don’t care about it anymore, just feel so fucking sore. Can’t take this anymore.
I‘m glad it is over now. Can’t wait to end this, wow!
“ I was either going to die a hero or live long enough to be the villain, Wasn’t I. The little girl left in the fire. Clutching her little teddy bear. Abandoned. They just forced reality. The raging whirlwind surrounding everywhere I went. Like a wall all around me covering me from human interaction or even solemnity. All my life was a joke wasn’t it. You ruined it. I stand alone. Little baby, don’t cry. Join me and laugh the nights away, endless pain awaits us no matter what path you choose.”, She spat, blood dripping from her mouth, smirking gleefully.