Her Absence

She said she don’t love me no more
she hit me with the “its not you its me.”
I got problems thats bigger then the both of us.
I’m so fucking sorry that you couldn’t see the uncertainty and in reality theres no equality in you and me. She said sorry, sorry theres a lot of hurt in me, but Its time to set you free
when she finished, it was much like a eulogy
rest in peace to what we use to be.
Great memories i think this is the end of me
she said we’ll always be friends you see,
But not to me, i don’t accept. You’re worse then the evilest of enemies truthfully you left me because my image didn’t vividly match the description of the image you envisioned
i would try to console you & be that ear to listen, but you’d tell me to mind my business you’d keep your distance. The absence of love has invited me to these prescriptions. My whole world was depleted & pierced from the pain created, she cutes deep.
At night i lose much sleep and when it comes to eating i have no appetite.
I can’t eat, I can’t sleep surrounded by the thoughts of you.
The pain i want it to end, but it remains in continuum. Continually building & breaking the formation of my skin your absence is reality and from this reality I remain engulfed by misery. My soul is indulged in darkness
this is a reality that i wish not to be subdued to.
I feel like a fool whose captivated in a cage
and grief is on full display for the world to view all of this is motivated by you. @OfficialRussaw

Numb

Here I am, “The newer me.” Wondered off from who I use to be, I’ve grown very cold and numb to feelings. I am absolutely free, but what is it to be free? in such freedom everyone is just temporary and distant & vacancy strikes frequently. As vacancy begins it grows like darkness and every moment of it’s existence is hoped to end, but it doesn’t. It’s rough like edges seems as an unconditional growth that remains in continuum. I hate being alone, but in such freedom that I adventure, loneliness strikes like an untreatable disease. I Find myself trapped in darkness reminiscing the past, memories is all that I have. The most fucked up thing is pretending not to give a shit and to feel so protected by my own numbness. In the beginning, sure we all say to be alone really don’t make that much of a difference but once we’re actually alone we feel the true effects of emptiness, as if we’re lost into a pit with no assistance. To be alone feels exactly like darkness.

Spoken Truths

Brandon Russaw

Twitter: @RetroLove__

Squeeze My Troubles Free| The Poem| Trimmed Version

Squeeze My Troubles Free

I walk in a lonely path 

By a lonely creek 
Looking at broken glass 
Shattered all over the streets 
Each shattered glass represents memories of a painful past 
Look at last I’m free, I’m free!
At least that’s what it seems to be
In this life I’m only temporarily free
Pain seems to have just came and completely subdued me
I’m captivated in its presence and terrified by its ongoing memories
I can never be at any sort of ease
It just seems that maybe if i put the eagle to my head and just squeeeeezzze…..
my troubles will be free 
Free at last 

Written By I, Brandon. R also known as SpokenTruth

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Halo|The Poem|Trimmed Version

HALO

HALO 😇

Halo, halo, just how many people can remain angels around a bunch of Devils
Hello, hello she said hello to the fellow demon dressed in yellow with a mouth full of metal

He came in disguise
He was everything that she fantasized 
So she got Mellow, legs turned jello in the presence of this handsome young fellow but if she only knew that she was looking into the eyes of a devil 

He hypnotized her by the slurred of his word
He fed her many lies and she stayed consuming while he held out his pitch fork she came back for more and more thirds maybe, fourths, doubles turn into triples creating more of a ripple
He persuaded her to up the tempo, change her style a little and damage her temple she was mentally crippled
 Speaking of mental illness she’d kill for this guy, grabbing the metal and taking his pills she’d take the spill for this guy lock on any target and tell the fool goodbye.
She was blind to “the obvious” her eyes just couldn’t see the facts that “this wasn’t that” infact she was so twisted up mentally she had facts mixed up with fiction you see
He brutalized her mentally and it showed physically
Her heart was the “Play” and on a brighter day her soul remains in the hospital

Written By I, Brandon. R also known as SpokenTruth

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