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Sometimes a Shimmer (James Rustic)

Sometimes a shimmer Glistens out of her orbs, Calling me hither 'Til she fully absorbs; Thoughts which constantly spin Of her, pulling me in. Sometimes a shimmer

Our Three Saviors (James Rustic)

What once held the promise of becoming a glorious society Has fallen to the lowest possible depths of depravity; Originally founded on the basis of strong morals

Santa Cruz (James Rustic)

I walked along the boardwalk, but did not enjoy the scenery of these bleak winter months. I sat on the beach to watch the surf roll in, but was nearly driven to

L'Ennemi (James Rustic)

À Charles Baudelaire Staring into the night, my visions slowly begin to appear Representing all the memories that I endlessly avoid and fear; Nightmarish creatures

Extremeties (James Rustic)

To the ends of existence I have followed my muse: Through the sunken pits and valleys of depression, To the seldom seen glimpse of a gleeful expression, Suffering

Ballads (James Rustic)

As each groove of the needle slowly spins around, Emitting memories of old with their reverberating sound, We are solemnly reminded of the years gone by And forced

Minneapolis (James Rustic)

On a desolate campus terrain, littered with brittle leaves, Nothing but despair and depression hang from the trees. There is no sense of happiness that arises in

Sinker (Short story by James Rustic)

Michelle stepped out of the cab with hesitation, checking the address on her phone to ensure she was at the right place. This was her first time in Minneapolis,

Err of My Ways (James Rustic)

To err is human, but to love is simply unforgivable: To suffer the wrath of forever being unrequited At the hands of the woman of whom you’ve cherished Forever wondering

Brotherhood (James Rustic)

Periodically, I wonder how the two of us became friends, When all we ever do is fight and try to make amends. If this is normal, I must have grown up in a strange

Clap (James Rustic)

A round of applause please, from those who bared witness, Of the stain left on me by this one-night mistress. A masturbatory event which I had longed to experience,

Independence (James Rustic)

In a small, cement room with a little, frail cot Where the polluted are exiled to whither and rot, I awaken to nightmares in this cell of isolation, Harshly struck

Paris (James Rustic)

Standing above the world I can still view the living. I am alone, unworthy of your desire or loving. An unfinished puzzle that could never be completed, Missing

The Drips (James Rustic)

In the dim, dreary shine of the moon’s pale light, Drip, drip, drip moans a leaky faucet in the night; As each lonely drop falls into the cavernous drain, Another

Last Goodbye (James Rustic)

As the sunlight pours through the windows and falls Upon the floor of a room with four decorative walls, A crowd begins to gather, engaged in a whispered banter.

Letters to No One (James Rustic)

Filled with delirious thoughts, my weary mind begins to wander, Harkening back to the days of old, when life was so much kinder. When, even for the sparse moments

Elaine (James Rustic)

The time has come for me to at last swallow my pride And expose the world to the depths of this soul, Drowning in the desire that makes men whole For the woman I

Elaine (James Rustic)

My inspiration is here, but does not want to be known, And in Her heart, I know, she wishes to be left alone. But that cannot happen; to me, she embodies perfection;

Elaine (James Rustic)

As the boat slowly drifts away, I can still recall her Sweet voice softly say, “Why is this happening to me, sir?” And I cannot find The words to tell her That where

Description of a Muse (James Rustic)

She holds more beauty than exists anywhere on this Earth, With long, flowing locks in a striking shade of brown, Covered in fragrant perfumes where desires often