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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'.

Write a story or poem that could be titled 'High Above the City'.

Writings

Above Such High Cities

Above such high cities,

I see only the dark.

Lights that shine from such spark,

That my eyes could never see clearly.


From step to step,

That reaped my beginnings

To night by night,

That my heart aches from reaching.


To far my breath cant solitude its sound,

While i gasp for you to breathe ,

As patience begins to fade to wreath,

My days become not square; but round.


The cycle I change to make ...

The City

hello little bird.

this is The City. this is our home. we fly above it everyday, protecting it from monsters.

we are flyers. the reason The City can be a home for many.

people who love, people who care, people who want peace.

but the monsters hate. and don’t care. and want war.

we must protect The City from these monsters. these monsters hurt. they hunt the lovers down and tear them apart.

t...

You said that’s where we meet

Above the city , that’s where you said we meet if we ever get lost we’d meet above the city that’s what you said that’s what we promised but when I got lost, I went and when I went, I didn’t see you so I waited and waited above the city so high it was, but yet your name never came looking. You never found me so I just kept sitting, and I never realized how much time has passed....

Not High Enough

When you live in a city that brings you no purpose of happiness, nothing is fine. Nothing is OK. Nothing gives you high spirits. But my father, before he passed, he used to bring me to this cave in one of the mountains near our city. He’d told me, ā€œSometimes when you’re living in hell, going higher can make it all feel so small.ā€ It was like being in heaven when he was with. Now he’s as high as hi...

High above The City

High Above the City

Time has a way to stand still

Not just that, but details are shown

Unto those who take breath, smile

And simply observe as much as

You can attentively take in

And the obscure to the mind

That is allowed to wander to and fro


High Above the City

Hope can be renewed

To even one who gives in to it all

To a narcissist that constantly doubts

Despite it being night or day

Nature has...

Rebirth

when i die, scatter my ashes upon the mountains

on which my soul was conceived


when i die, scatter my ashes into the waters

wherein my consciousness came alive


when i die, scatter my ashes upon the desert lands

for there i began a love affair with the earth


return me back to that which formed me


return me back to the earth that groomed me


return me back to the waters that nourished me


retur...

High Above The City

The climb was never easy. That was why she did it.


In the year 3245, Alira lived in the heart of Neo-Kuala—flawless, floating, and governed by silence. No war, no crime, no unrest. The city functioned like a perfected organism. Needs met. Emotions managed. Disputes dissolved by logic.


But up here—on the ancient ridge outside the civic grids, past the surveillance limits—was a place where silence...

High Above The City

High above the city,

This is where I’ll be.

So if ur ever looking,

Just look up for me!!


High above all the rest,

Is where I always feel my best.

Where I can see all God’s view,

The one he put here for me and you!!


High above almost in Heaven,

If ur lucky ull roll a 7.

In the clouds is where I’ll be

High above the city!!!...

Never Underestimate A Naan

His wings cupped tighter, banking against a hot updraft that rose and swirled from the golden roofs beneath him, glaring in the blazing desert sun. Cupolas flashed past, pinnacles and lanced rooflines, balconies, gilded arches and stained glass.

Dry, warm air snatched at his clothes and cropped hair, whistling through the golden pinions of his wings while his black eyes flicked back and forth, sc...

Leap Of Faith

I’m building bridges out of broken days,

Stacking hope on every prayer I raise.

Not chasing love, but letting it bloom,

When the right heart walks into my room.


It’s not just wishing on falling stars,

It’s healing the past and all its scars.

I’m not rushing fate or watching the clock,

I’m just shaping myself, solid as rock.


One day she’ll come — soft smile, strong light,

And I’ll be ready, with ...