A Slave To The Memories

I think about you all the fucking time
every since the day you left,
my mind has been fixed on your existence.
I grow anxiously tempted to hit your line,
but i hesitate because i know it’ll be a waste of time. I rewind the clock for a bit and start to reminisce about the good shit
mostly all of our experiences were heavily bliss. Who would have known that you’d pull off a miraculous disappearance trick. These days the thought of you grows stronger & the hour gets longer. You left me to be obsessively burned by the heat of your no return. As your absence prolongs I become a raisin bruised by the baking sun or that crop who wishes that the rain would come. I get a little delusional now days its usuals. These days i think i need therapy as i continuously hear your voice whispering to me I feel your presence as if you’re right next to me, but in reality you’re no where near my vicinity. You’ve widely contributed to the change of my activities. Throughout the day I can’t eat & I don’t do any of the things i use to. I guess I’m just not use to the thought of living without you. You’d think my troubles would ease at night, but it don’t it just repeats, overlaps & doubles when i lose sleep. I lay awake at the latest time flicking through photographs that i have sworn to delete. Here lies the strangest fatality
i am a slave to these memories who’s far in debt to reality.

@OfficialRussaw

Our Words Have Become Brief

These days  our words have become brief, we struggle to hold a conversation
it seems that you’ve lost interest
you tell me its nothing, but I ain’t stupid I know its something,
you say its complicated.
The bullshit contain it you see i know its somebody else that holds your attention
so you can resume deflecting, back peddling and stuttering while
yelling with your explanations. You’ve gotten yourself into a sticky situation.
The complication is birthed whenever
you start to break down those so called “facts” theoretically, trying to persuade me to believe that this isn’t that. You want me to overlook the obvious and pretend that your wrong doings didn’t exist, you want me to be stupid. What a waste of air when your facts is fornicated. Worthless half told truths, you can save it. Fact is you fucked somebody else while i fought for your attention, you turned your back on this relationship. But i’ve put myself in this wicked position i should’ve left you when i had that gut feeling. Now I’m stuck with these feelings.

Brandon Russaw Twitter: @RetroLove__

 

 

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__

💦Phonetics Pleasures💦|The Poem|Trimmed Version

Phonetics Pleasures  💦😜👅

Was it worth the wait?

Baby you can confide in me
so “cum” here, lay next to me
I can be your ecstasy
I can be your mental flame
fulling your dreams and killing your pain
I can be your medication
or your forbidden temptation
so fuck procrastinating, a little dosage of this penetration
will fill up those walls with sensation
so lets get lost in these possibilities and surrender to serenity
as you lay I gently stroke my finger down your spine
goose bumps appears like surprise
as your body rocks and trembles
you scream out in falsetto as in a sudden shock
you’ve underestimated my capabilities
when I’m done caressing your spine and kissing your neck
imma lay you on your back
and lick you from chest to navel
imma do whats next
imma get you slippery wet
as i indulge in between your thighs
you become lost and hypnotized
your eyes begin to roll and your body,
you lose complete control
this “medication” helps you meditate
it’ll take you to a forgotten place that very few people have been
now sit back and contemplate, was it ever worth the wait? -Brandon R @OfficialRussaw

 

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Written By I, Brandon. R also known as SpokenTruth

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King Of Her Jungle|The Poem💦😈👅

KING OF HER JUNGLE

My soul’s temple be her “mother ship”
As she climbs on top of it
She get lost in her thoughts of insecurities 
So she holds on tight, taking precaution on not loosing her grip for she thought that she may slip and when she slip I may dip 
But that wasn’t the case, it was all insecurities, assumptions if you may 
So on top she stay and endured every inch of my thickness 
My wrath be her addiction, her addiction is pure sickness so says the modern day Christian 
As she feels the true powers of my wrath 
She stumbles as the thunder rumbles 
She tries to hold on in a desperate attempt to keep up but she notices her ground below begins to crumble 
She falls through and her body begins to tumble as she tumbles down a broken cliff her body starts to shake and Trimble and her words began to mumble a little then she scream out “Oooohhhhhh” in falsetto as she falls down some metaphorical cliff 
At the hands of my wrath, I be known as king of her jungle

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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 

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Suck In The Pain Like Oxygen|The Poem|Trimmed Version

Suck in the pain like oxygen

Suck in the pain like oxygen

And fake a smile like a phenomenal actor execute’s a movie script
Have A celebration of acceleration
But don’t celebrate
You pretend to be happy but in reality 
You suffocate from deceleration
As your body creeps through a lonely like street
The pain “lies” so deep it burns as if it came straight from the barrel of the heat
It penetrate so deep through your temple, it fucks up your mental
Tears through your flesh and destroys your physical as you Pretend to be joyful

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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

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A river of memories “The Poem”

Memories:

to look back on a day, on a time, to look back at a place that’s not there anymore
though its presence fails to exist I can still see it vividly as if it’s still there as it was years ago
for a fraction of a moment my eyes play a bitter trick on me, my eyes still see it as if it still resides, I’m lost focusing on this one moment of time and the friction of it is all time has moved on while I remain stuck in the past for this moment in time memories seem to be all that I have. Questions and regret soon began to emerge inside, why must I reminisce, why must I remember everything as if it was harmony and bliss the very prideful me tried hard to forget but these thoughts seemed to be too relentless so here I am, I come to accept it I’ve now put pride completely aside no more will I use the rain to cover up the tears that drips from my eyes these memories have lured into a very vulnerable part of my temple leading all the way down to my soul that is why now I am admitting I miss it, I miss everything about it, while it was in this time I wish I could have more acknowledged it but I didn’t so here I lay stuck with memories that never seem to fade completely away, memories that seem so real to reality on the tangible side it seems as if I can reach right out and grab it, I suffer mentally and it shows in every aspect of my physical being. ~Memories~