Our Situation Is Complicated

All these text messages but none equivalent to yours
you been away for a bit, these days you claim to be the busiest
i barely hear from you anymore
Sometimes I think of stopping and knocking at your fucking door
surprise pop ups & text messages like “Hey I miss you”,
but i refuse to because i hate to bug you
and just when we do talk we just never seem to situate the issue
because lately I’d bite my words & beat around the bush as much as possible
pretending to be okay when really I’m not okay.
So up goes the confusion here is the biggest issues
I miss you, but I’d stray away from conversing with you because i don’t want the conversation to turn into devastation
you know how we get.. into arguments that seem to escalade from zero to 50 quick.
It seems that every time I share my feelings you get livid
So I keep my words as brief as possible
because these days I grow aggravated when you misunderstand,
& you get annoyed when i try to make you comprehend
I become very agitated, & frustrated because you’re irritated. Our situation is just the epitome of complication
I love you…. but then again…. we are in a complicated situation that continually grow more out of hand.

Brandon Russaw Twitter: @RetroLove__

Condolences To The Bullshit

My condolences to the bullshit
May the problems rest in peace,
May my grip be retained,
May further attachments with you be
restrained, & may my composure be contained as I regain my brain that I’ve lost
In the process of loving you.
I was just another statistic I suppose, that couldn’t see the obvious, I was lost, blindfolded by all the false “I love you’s” that you’ve composed like a sweet symphony being orchestrated by an Orchestra I fell a victim of manipulation from its glorifying tone. But may the boundaries now surface as I depart from your existence.

Written By Brandon Russaw

Abandoned|The Poem|Trimmed Version

ABANDONED 

I’ve lost my grip, I’ve lost my way, I’ve seen things that i wish were only a dream 

deep within my life, it’s wished only to be a dream and once awaken I find my life has not been     forsaken yet at every moment reality weighs in on me

it has a tragic effect pushing me right when I should be going left 
to reality I’m far in dept I’m just that slave that reality looks to collect 
to me it seems my deity has abandon me
 
As my temple deplete my soul seems to remain in pain’s captivity  
but hear this with all of this occurring I’ve finally found my bliss 
fortunately it comes in the form of beauty but unfortunately in such relations its distance is close propinquity to death here I indulges in it’s sinful fruits over looking what will be its conclusions because it’s pleasures is as overwhelming
Here i lay blinded to the facts that this situation is in the vicinity of temporary, a situation that I’ve come to truly treasure, foolish me thinking it would last forever, what a mistake to have drowned in it’s darkened pleasures, pleasures that reality have come to completely rebuttal with  
I lay with deceased dignity as my only sense of joy has come to subside
with a perplexing amount guilt that’s built up so high my only solution is to die 
if you were to ask me am I happy? I would quickly respond with a lie 
on this outside it seems like prison but in reality I’m free, mentally 
  
My soul seems as an ocean without any form of permanent structure 
my soul undulates in the breeze   
as tough as life may seem, reality has come to remind me 
that I’m only temporary free on the outside but on the inside of my temple where my mental resides I remain forever free 
so while the pain is in continuum, in my thoughts I shall remain Abandoned. 

Written By I, Brandon. R also known as SpokenTruth

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Poetry – Watch Who You’re Fucking With|Trimmed Version

Infatuated 

The only thing that caught his eye was her body, the stroke of her waist line immediately he acknowledges he wants her so he uses so many corny ass pickup lines just to get in between her thighs he told her many lies and the crazy thing is she believed it because it was all the things that she wanted to hear so within the same day she offers him a shot at a “real relationship”

because the qualification of his appearance was all that she needed, for that she bled all of her feelings out and fell in love within a week. To her, his appearance was life which contributed to her weakness, you know he was the cute type, the type that made most chicks gullible overnight

you see he knew that he had got her the first moment he acquired her visuals ever since that moment he plotted against her he had one goal in mind and that was to break her wall of boundaries down and believe me that task wasn’t easy for him it took time but he didn’t give a fuck he just wanted his nut so he began torturing her mind by feeding her all type of lies in time he grew bored with her and soon began to explore his great departure

after years of being mind fucked she’s completely used up, in a desperate attempt she tries to obtain his attention just for a little bit she opens up and expresses herself but of course he don’t wanna listen to none of it so she breaks down and cry and he replies with some cold shit “you crazy bitch” she grabs a knife and says I’ll show you crazy my nigga you don’t know who you fucking with

long story short she catches him and slices off his penis, like it wasn’t shit and fucks him in his ass with his own dick, now ain’t that some shit. the moral of this story is watch who you fucking with

Thank you all for reading I hope you all enjoyed reading my post. Stay tuned there will be more. Also I do apologize for the foul language I chose to use in my poem, I just believe it shouldn’t be any boundaries when it comes to writing and telling stories. Freedom Expressed! 🙏

Down By The Corner|Poetry| |Trimmed version|

Down by the corner where the destruction is laid upon us

where the hatred within is fierce among us where the dope man is idolized by the young and viewed as a man of honor. On the corner where the war is misleading and barbaric 

where the bombs burst and sirens fill the air creating an illusion only some of us unfortunate humans are a part of this confusion.

Down by the corner where the heroine rules the mind, on the corner where the crack baby resides where the mother with “no eyes” continues to remain blind hitting that pipe as it is her addiction several hits at a time 

on the corner where “My Kind” are often victims of police brutalities where the media switches it up and tries to make “Us” look as if we committed such crime.. ~Brandon Russaw

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Reminder for my new poem “Down On The Corner”

Hello to all of my followers I am back!

Tomorrow around 4 pm central time I’m posting another poem called Down On The Corner (Trimmed Version

Trust me you guys wouldn’t want to miss it 😊 🙂