# The Procrastinators’ Weekly Writing Prompts: Street Art

- Link: https://write-stuff-4u2c.com/the-procrastinators-weekly-writing-prompts-street-art/
- Published: 2026-04-25T11:51:08-04:00
- Author: Heidi Dare Turner Jenkins

photos from [STREET ART UTOPIA – We declare the world as our canvas](https://streetartutopia.com/)–
linked from Procrastinator’s Creative Writing Group.

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 * No matter what emotions I feel that day, it’s like sadness comes to snatch any
   hope from me. My day turns to darkest night. I write to enlighten the spectrum
   between despair and joy. At that time, I can remember the light-hdtj💜

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We learn what we are surrounded by. It’s up to you to figure out the meaning behind
the thoughts or words.

Yesterday, I was thinking about all I wanted to do that day. These words came to
mind. My head grew heavy, and my sight grew dim. That got me wondering, “What song
is that from”? So today I was finally able to find the song on Google. I found out
that Hotel California by The Eagles was the song. Below is a video from YouTube.
I included the lyrics for you to sing along if you wish. 😁

Hotel California (Live)
Song by

Eagles

On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hairWarm smell of colitasRising up through
the airUp ahead in the distanceI saw a shimmering lightHead grew heavy and my sight
grew dimI had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bellAnd I was thinking to myself“
This could be heaven or this could be hell”Then she lit up a candleShe showed me
the wayThere were voices down the corridorThought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place), such 
a lovely faceThere’s plenty of room at the Hotel CaliforniaAny time of year (any
time of year), oh, you can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany twisted
She got the Mercedes Benz, uhShe got a lot of pretty-
pretty boysWho she calls friendsHow they dance in the courtyardSweet summer sweatSome
dance to rememberSome dance to forget

So I called up the captain
Please bring me my wine, he said“We haven’t had that 
spirit here since 1969”And still those voices are calling from far awayWake you 
up in the middle of the nightJust to hear them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place), such 
a lovely faceWe’re living it up at the Hotel CaliforniaOh, what a nice surprise (
what a nice surprise), bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling
With pink champagne on ice, and she said“We are all just 
prisoners here of our own device”And in the master’s chambersThey gathered for the
feastStab it with their steely knivesBut they just can’t kill the beast

Last thing I remember
I was running for the doorHad to find the passage back to 
the place I was before“Relax”, said the night man“We are programmed to receive”You
can check out any time you like, but you can never leave

My comtribution to-[The Procrastinators’ Weekly Writing Prompts: Street Art](https://theprocrastinators58220236.wordpress.com/2026/04/19/the-procrastinators-weekly-writing-prompts-street-art/)

Until Next Time,

Heidi💜

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