Russell Nero

Rookie - 261 Points ['Crow'] (May 25th,1995)

Russell Nero Poems

1. Backfire 5/10/2013
2. Bother 5/10/2013
3. Blank Expression 5/10/2013
4. Crime 5/10/2013
5. Dedicated Falter 5/10/2013
6. An Antiseptic Cover Girl 5/10/2013
7. Stared Into Nothing 5/10/2013
8. If I Cut The Rope... 5/10/2013
9. Deceivable Victim 5/10/2013
10. Null And Void 5/10/2013
11. Porcelain Statues Bleached In Blood 5/10/2013
12. Red Flags 5/10/2013
13. Tiger 5/10/2013
14. Study Or Staring 5/10/2013
15. What If I 5/10/2013
16. Will The Cat Steal Your Tongue 5/10/2013
17. Curse Upon Myself 5/10/2013
18. Breathless, Travis Morrison 5/10/2013
19. Melanie 5/13/2013
20. Unraveling, Alone Two Heartbeats 5/13/2013
21. An Infinite Phase Of Guilt 5/13/2013
22. The Sun Questions Life 5/13/2013
23. Simultaneously 5/13/2013
24. The Sound Of Breathing 5/13/2013
25. Masquerade Is Calling Again 5/13/2013
26. Kiss 5/13/2013
27. Curse Of A Dragon Lineage 5/13/2013
28. Journal Entry Of Rome 5/13/2013
29. Everlasting Guilt 5/13/2013
30. Journal Entry Of Romulus 5/13/2013
31. Diary Of Allen 5/13/2013
32. Diary Of Avelyn 5/13/2013
33. Stolen From Me 5/14/2013
34. Scarlett Jade 5/14/2013
35. From Amelia 5/14/2013
36. Flaws In The Design Of A Butterfly 5/14/2013
37. Break The Silence; Attack Of Nervousness 5/14/2013
38. Paradox Of Silence 5/14/2013
39. Am I Only Dreaming 5/9/2013
40. Tear Drops 5/9/2013
Best Poem of Russell Nero

The Bright Red Of A Rosebud

Calling…calling who…
Rose…Rose…Rose…
Does the name belong to her, the one I still finger the touch of her lips upon mine
Does the lonely picture in my pocket portray her, the one I keep resting in my wallet
The one my lips touch everyday in a small instant
Rose…her name drives the very strength out of me
Leaving me pale stricken, glossy eyed
In a moment filled eclipse of irrelevant static
The static mimicking the sound of a thousand buzzing flies
Slowly encompassing me in deliberate darkness
Rose…what is the reason I know of you
Rose…what is the reason to why I...

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Everything

Everything
it just falls down to one word
Everything
and everything I could ever say would never be enough
Everything
and I could blame denial
Denial, my beast and insomnia-tic dream
not here, not present; was it ever really there
I filed this under 'low level tragedy'

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