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nextevolution
poetry
9y
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 Shines in her hair, Bright as the sun in
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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 and ethics, Only to fall victim to our
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poetry
9y
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 insanity by the endless bellow of the breaking
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9y
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 that creep through a dreamy mist Carrying
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YAF - Young Art Fair
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Inktober 2: Relic
Hello hello! I am back and I is the 2nd day of inktober. I'm actually petty happy about this one because I did it before bed lat night and just finished it before my work break ended soooo that left me
nextevolution
poetry
9y
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 through intolerable amounts of emotional
nextevolution
poetry
9y
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 to succumb to each tear that we cry.
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9y
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 this place Other than the brilliance that
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jamesrustic
9y
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, but as expected, the cabbie delivered Michelle
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Snapie
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RustedWax: The Android Scrobbler I Built After Using Scrobble.life
RustedWax: My First Android App Most of the time when I only post about a movie, a TV series, or something I have been watching, my main account @skiptvads, so I decided to create a dedicate account for
nextevolution
poetry
9y
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 how someone so tender could care
nextevolution
poetry
9y
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 place; Seems like I’ve never before had
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poetry
9y
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, Betraying my conscience and now filled
nextevolution
poetry
9y
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 with a sudden, urgent realization: All
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Are We Really Given Freedom, or Just Permission?
Sometimes I genuinely don't understand whether my family is open-minded or a little narrow-minded. My mother often says, “We have given you so much freedom.” And I know she means it. She genuinely feels
nextevolution
poetry
9y
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 pieces that merciless Time has deleted,
nextevolution
poetry
9y
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 ideas slips through the cracks of my fragile
nextevolution
poetry
9y
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. Time rolls slowly by as a new face continually
nextevolution
poetry
9y
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 when we were not together, Our fleeting
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Wing Commander Getting the Remake Treatment By Fans
A mix of the old and new in this Unity powered remake of a classic space title
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poetry
9y
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 hold so dear, to whom I secretly confide.
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poetry
9y
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; I cannot exist without my unattainable
nextevolution
poetry
9y
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 she lands She will stay forever. And
nextevolution
poetry
9y
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 drown; I am caught in the seductive glare
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