#FromOneLine 419
Where can we go with just one connecting #prompt line? Let's see how many different places we can discover from just one starting point!
Start your poem/vss with the opening line :
The wind had left the city
#FromOneLine 419 #prompt (from @mindpeanuts)
ALT #FromOneLine 419
Where can we go with just one connecting #prompt line? Let's see how many different places we can discover from just one starting point!
Start your poem/vss with the opening line :
The wind had left the city
#FromOneLine 419 #prompt (from @mindpeanuts)
#FromOneLine 419
Where can we go with just one connecting #prompt line? Let's see how many different places we can discover from just one starting point!
Start your poem/vss with the opening line :
The wind had left the city
#FromOneLine 419 #prompt (from @mindpeanuts)
ALT #FromOneLine 419
Where can we go with just one connecting #prompt line? Let's see how many different places we can discover from just one starting point!
Start your poem/vss with the opening line :
The wind had left the city
#FromOneLine 419 #prompt (from @mindpeanuts)
#FromOneLine
The wind had left the city
& you, that took with you the
decorum
My heart is not normal
That kiss has your memory
installed, but in the pixels
of what's left of a daydream is
distortions
The Nuhr too left (A surface glow)
& what's left is a plagiarism of my
soul
The wind had left the city.
What was left of it, that is.
They’d breathe a sigh of relief now.
Celebrate survival for a few hours.
For after sunrise they’d see
what state they were left in
and start the huge endeavor
of cleaning up the damages.
#FromOneLine
The wind had left the city
at ‘wheels up’ on Air Force One
The air smelled far less shitty
Clouds parted from the sun
The loathsome stench was headed south
to play a round or two –
and from that gang-banged-anus mouth
the putrid wind still blew
#FromOneLine
The wind had left the city
Eerily still
Nothing moved
Not even people
Ominous feeling
Sky like a ceiling
Heart quaking
No room for faking
Anything
#FromOneLine
#FromOneLine
The wind had left the city
yet deprived heart of tranquility
In its place silence reigned
like the absence of whispers on my pillow
The wind
friend of my night moans
of my muffled cries
when you kissed me goodbye
Now it's gone
and so are you
The wind had left the city. So now, the howls of wolves could not be carried to the moon, and barks of dogs could not be heard at midnight.
The wind had left the city. Now, it was hot and humid, and everyone wore less clothes
#vss365#fromoneline
The wind had left the city
No flurry, no hurry,
only misty rain falling
in the stillness of the night
You turned to me in fright
Has #midnight struck?, you gasped
Clutching my arm, you rasped
eyes pleading
I lied, said 'Not yet my love, we have a moment more'
#FromOneLine#vss365
The wind had left the city
At midnight cries of seagulls
How should I know
To find a snake skull
With emerald eyes
In that ominous box
Which came alive
As soon as I touched
To be bitten by the
Poisonous teeth
Shone like ruby
An unholy relic
#FromOneLine 419 #horrorprompt#vss365
They waited patiently
A night
A week
A month
Time had no hold on them
In the end they always got what they came for
There was no escaping them
You could not change your fate
If you appeared on their list
You were going to get reaped
#FromOneLine 412
#FromOneLine#vss365
𓆩 Ceremony for the Devoured Self 𓆪
The wind had left the city sidewalk trees hung their leaves in nooses of green regret roots clawing upward at a sky that refused to fall
Clocks devoured their hands licked the blood from the hour marks time running backward into my wrists where old scars bloomed into red tulips
Midnight streets drowned in neon rain dragging sard prayers through concrete’s teeth
Somewhere above the stalled traffic of souls the moon, misplacing its reflection, strung another lantern inside the mouth of a fish
I peel my shadow off the wall to walk weightless footsteps trailing absinthe pianos playing in forgotten minor keys
Each note
a door left open each door
another room where the chair in the corner is full of winter and the orange on the table keeps burning
with unpaid sun
When the city finally blinks only the fish remains swimming through the sky with the moon in its throat
as I sit at the corner of never & almost
and my name turns to smoke on a tongue of broken glass
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The wind had left the city,
It didn't want to stay on,
The place where you are not there,
It is just a graveyard for rotten souls.
As the midnight reached its zenith,
Darkness enveloped the city,
Light had streamed out of its heart,
the moment your feet walked away forever.(1/2)
The wind had left the city restless. Light lay lemony on leaves, sticky, a hot gift blown up from the desert, caramelised the tar, a pheromoneous fizz: the city’s portal maws, its doors and windows, cracks between the paving slabs, simply had to eat some people.
#FromOneLine 419
The
wind
had
left
the
city
at
midnight
leaving
an
omen
few
could
appreciate,
only
surveying
the
obvious
not
what
uncertainty
could
steal
in
its
wake
#FromOneLine 419
#2WordPrompt#OurPoetryX#WriteMap 502
#vss365