Archive for friendship

High School Asylum (Reading from Ch.4)

Posted in Blog, education, Poetry, writing with tags , , , , , , , , on June 28, 2010 by dustus

The following audio clip is a reading from High School Asylum

High School Asylum by Adam Dustus
Copyright 2009
(cover by Keven Lupien)


Still Means The World

Posted in Blog, Poetry, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 16, 2010 by dustus

When everything
And weak smiles
You made me
While I

What friendship
Still means
the world

“Hearts One” a poem by Adam Dustus

Posted in Blog, Poetry, writing with tags , , , , , , , on May 1, 2009 by dustus

What makes us feel
Most alive
Insatiable hunger &
Thirst for life

Dreams of hope
Feast for the eyes
No longer sad
Content to stand by

At your side I found love
In friendship saved
Once hit rock bottom
You were always there
Kind words, soothed
Tender trace of a glare
Your caring grace
Beautiful smiles cross your face
Watching you enjoy our time
I am happy to see
The very best of you
Still in love with me
Inspired my writing
From the real thoughts you think
Warm openness, blest, you’ve made no requests
While I put the whole goddamn world upon me

Well, our day has come
We find ourselves
No longer at a loss
Many years earned
Two journeys
Hearts one

Friendship (Beginning of a Writer’s Diary)

Posted in Blog, Poetry, writing with tags , , , , , , on March 25, 2009 by dustus

My best friend gave me an idea for my blog the other day. She wondered if there was a way to combine all the best of how I write. So her first suggestion was to take a topic and write about the topic in question with an infusion of poetry. Sounds cool to me. To document each day I do this, I will snap a picture from my webcam once I’ve finished.

I am eager to begin. I never kept a diary, not to mention a series of photos over time. Who knows, it might become something to show the grandkids one day–hey look, there’s grandpa all young and scruffy and saying silly things!

Anyway…the first topic was “friendship”

I feel blessed when it comes to the best of friendships. Good friends have encouraged me to live my life freely, with only a minimal amount of dreaded I-told-you-so times. For that I am most grateful.


Friends who lent
The best part of themselves
Kind grasp on my hand
Hoisted from hell

I say and see
Down to the core
Our personalities
Change over time
Nothing for certain is sure

My closest friends
I find I owe you more
Than anything I could write
My wonder implores
What’s going on in your lives?

Heartfelt plea
Thank you all
For remembering me