Writing Prompt

The sun grew weary of seeing men squander its light.

It had watched for millennia—rising dutifully each morning, spilling warmth onto battlefields, into boardrooms, across broken streets. It had painted gold across lovers’ backs, warmed infants’ cheeks, fed the soil, and kissed the sea. But always, always, man found a way to misuse the gift.

So one day, the sun simply stopped rising.

At first, ...

I the sun

Gave you humans

Everything

Light

Fire

Hope

And what do you repay me with

You petty humans afraid

At seeing my light

Why do you do this

Is it that you are afraid of my wrath

Or is it that you grew weak

At seeing me at day

Everytime you look up

Everyday I am a gift

And yet

I am growing tired and weary of you humans squandering

My light that I gave you

You are starting to take ...

In the end,

i gave you torches.

When there was darkness,

humans chose the shadow.

In the beginning,

i know your dark hearts.

When i gave you light,

humans thrived at night.

And then there is now,

i gave you the brightness.

The moon gave you serenity,

and now you crave balance.

...

i love you baby ...

It’s so easy to drown out a voice. It’s all too easy to dampen a smile. Finally, the sun grows weary of seeing men squander its light. As their mood darkens, so do the skies. Thunder clouds float over hot heads and rage pours from them.

“ENOUGH.”

Her fist slammed onto the table and shook the dinnerware. She was tired....

As God watched, millennia tumbled by aimlessly, much like a stone chipped free from a cliff and bouncing down a rock covered face. It splashed when it hit the water. The plume left in it’s wake resembled the bombs which ended the previous species.

The sun looked on daily, exhaustedly.

Revolution then revolution then reformation and back to reactions again.

The sun grew weary of seeing men sq...

As the moon’s soft glow gives way to the sun’s bright gaze, it beholds the flowers once crushed in the shadows of your night. You reach to save them, to lift them from the soil, but they cannot be restored. For in the dark, you trampled them, and by day, you hid, as the sun witnessed their fall....

you called me

and we explained why we did the things we did

i told you how you hurt me

you apologized

you told me why

if you had just told me

while it was happening

we could’ve avoided

so much heart wrenching pain

but no

we worked things out

and i’m so happy we did

truly

but you told me something

so peculiar

you did want to take me to that dance

not just as friends

but more

you told everyone e...

we broke up

new year new me...

the sun grows weary

of seeing men squander its light

one man

wasting the glow that radiats from her skin

waste of space

waste of time

he treats her like she’s merely a

trail of his stardust

rather than the blazing glory that she is

the sun grows annoyed

at the words the man throws her way,

for she is not as important as him,

but the sun doesn’t speak

as she doesn’t want her burning beauty

to sca...

The sun grew weary of seeing men squander it’s light

It couldn’t say why it continued to shine

It would work all day just to say it was bright

When the men would complain and ask for the night...