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Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow

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Go Girl

January 15, 2018 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Go head girl, get ahead girl
But don’t be giving head and don’t be spreading your legs girl
You lost playin it safe, now you living on the edge girl
Keep your distance from those predators, don’t keep sharing your bed girl
Sometimes the company you keep will keep you from comfortable sleep
You may lay awake scared to see your face in a dream,
Because the things you faced chasing your dream
The best thing you can do is think
Don’t try to numb it in a drink
The best thing you can do is blink
In that mirror above your sink
Don’t sink, never crawl up and shrink
You may not be far from the brink
It’s easy to fall in the dark, you may feel like you fallin apart
But you came too far just to fall
Never stray far from your heart, remember to follow your heart
And…go head girl, get ahead girl

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Would you

January 15, 2018 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Would you jump from the edge of a cliff
Into the deepest abyss
Where imagination exists
And infatuation with risk
Like infatuation with wrists
Where imagination desists
Would you let it flow, or reap what you sow, over a hole while becoming whole from a stitch?
So many problems we fix
We treat problems like a fix
The reason problems exist
Because we’re the problem to fix
would you..

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Son Symbolize

January 15, 2018 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

In here, every day I am Sunzu
Every day is a Sunday
Because every day is my son’s day
Every day I’m missing my sons’ rise
So every day I’m on a mission to vision the sunrise
Every day my tears end up sun-dried
Every day I can’t wait to see the sun outside
Symbolize, every day I’m in wait of seeing my sons outside
Today, there was no sun outside
And so I ate eggs, though I don’t like them, at least they were sunny side

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They only see

January 15, 2018 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Numb, because all I know is hurt
They only see the dirt
Not what arose and bloomed
Soaked through from an open wound
Felt closed in a tomb, with the aroma of dew
I was so consumed, by the notions you-
Chose to focus through, what else was I supposed to do?
Options choked and bruised, comatose provoked and used
With a hopeless view, through a window that broke into-
Two pieces, atoned and doomed
If u ever pick up the phone, what tone would you use?
Would you forgive my wrongs and see a stronger dude?
Or would you just leave me alone and let the tone, click, through..?

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What it feels to be young

January 15, 2018 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

She craves genuine people, though she’s scared of the truth
She knows she’s beautiful, but attention is proof
She loves mature men, yet validated by youth
She wears spanks, push-up bras, and dies her hair at the roots
She loves work, but tired of heels and pantsuits
At home she jumps into a sweatshirt, leggings and goes out in Ugg boots
She watches TV, sips wine, while spooning a pint of ice cream
All while daydreaming about the days back when she was 19
Oh what it feels to be young

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Love will make you

January 15, 2018 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

The things that love will make you do
It’s made for two if you make your move
The things that love will make you do
The crazy things he made you do
The things that love will make you do
The amazing things he made for you
The things that love will make you do
Start making room, because love makes a groom
The things that love will make you do
It’s a maze, but an amazing view
The things that love will make you do
An amazing truth, just. made. for. you.

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Prose of a Con

Prose of a Con is a collection of Russell Wardlow’s prose and poetry written entirely behind bars. Through writings on family, spirituality, freedom, love, justice, redemption, and vulnerability, Russell seeks to show the humanity and hope of individuals like himself who are incarcerated.

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