Write To This;August

First, an announcement: It seems we don't get enough activity in this forum for a weekly update. I'm going to stretch it out to a month, make it easier for everyone to keep up, get some better quality pieces. There will also be a section for the best RI piece in the mag, which we're hoping to make a monthly thing(yeah i know, how many times have we heard that before, but I'm working with the staff to make it happen). Also, send any pictures you might want to be featured as the RI image to me via PM. Many thanks.

Here you go, write it up!

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Taste of a sharp tin,
the din of our own progression halting
consume the air,
as sea and land is riddled with deathly malting;
hectic commotion of the beach front
adorning the back of heads...
We bow before the concrete titans,
hollow eyes that fire lead.

Waking up next to you

Her smile is shy;
lets me know her beauty is reserved.
She looks right past me,
but I'm not one
to let that get on my nerves.
I don't show off,
let the eyes do the talkin'
and I fall in love twice a day;
a habit she could be stoppin'
Now I'm daydreaming
of waking up next to her
and this blessing
is a gift thats well deserved
I'd ask her to forget her troubles
and live in fantasy
Spend our days and nights
sharing moments
as sweet as jasmine tea

I see the sea - guls...
I hear the wind speak,
As if some sort of pain -
Drifts into the unknown.
From my back porch,
I feel the water seep into
My selfish soul as a modest
Sailfish patrols the outskirts
Of the earths bitch... Yeah,
thats right... what a whore.

My insights see the sky of glee
finally opening the heart that
Fires me
irony through a picture
Debated in a hated scripture
To Bless Everything In Sight
The clouds sing to God, Leaves
I Love A Rainy Night
God Does not Speak
dancing with the Wind Blows
Windows rose to my eyes
The Gust twirls In surprise
Errie calmness spreads
I feel the heaven thread
upon the blue sky of mist
I'm leaning on the ledge
The once where my Ghost Lies.

tucked away far away hiddin like graffiti
how nice it is to finally get out of the city
away from the traffic and angry drivers
serine and peace as you walk along the sandy miles
segulls in paradise as u look up and see clear blue skys
as i stand and gaze into the cast nothingness of serenity
there are no words wat this place does to me

tucked away far away hiddin like graffiti
how nice it is to finally get out of the city
away from the traffic and angry drivers
serine and peace as you walk along the sandy miles
segulls in paradise as u look up and see clear blue skys
as i stand and gaze into the cast nothingness of serenity
there are no words wat this place does to me

Full of Light and Sunshine I'm not.
By,Opus.

Made of stone and ice, I'm not.
Sometimes I feel my soul will rot.
Locked inside and hidden away,
Never to see the light of day.
Stormy and broken inside of me
Like rolling waves upon the sea,
Waves that crash and scold and scorn.
The lonely rock, the waves adorn.
A dark, dank, gloomy gray;
An island in the stormy bay.
Waiting anxiously for peace and calm,
For the sun to heal like a soothing balm.
Waiting for the storm to break,
And fearful nights, with it take.
No more brooding, dark despair.
No more wishing someone would care.
A ray of hope shines through the clouds.
And with it, love and joy abounds.
My heart wil heal; my soul will, too,
Because of love and faith in You.