Russell Nero

Rookie - 121 Points (May 25th,1995)

Russell Nero Poems

1. 12 Years 5/18/2013
2. 16 Pushing 20 8/11/2014
3. 18th Floor Balcony 1/19/2014
4. 19 Midlife Crisis 6/7/2014
5. 3 7/8/2013
6. 7 Days 1/19/2014
7. A Beautiful Rose 1/19/2014
8. A Beauty To Behold 5/27/2014
9. A Break From Life 6/17/2013
10. A Day Late Friend 8/16/2013
11. A Dazed State From Your Eyes 1/19/2014
12. A Drop In The Ocean 5/9/2013
13. A Few Words Short 9/8/2013
14. A Hand Upon Her Cheek 9/6/2013
15. A Lesson In Charades 1/19/2014
16. A New Day 9/8/2013
17. A Stranger Like Me 1/21/2014
18. Acadia 8/30/2013
19. Adventure Time 10/20/2013
20. Alter 9/4/2013
21. Alternate Dimensions 8/20/2013
22. Am I Only Dreaming 5/9/2013
23. An Angel Disguised 4/15/2015
24. An Antiseptic Cover Girl 5/10/2013
25. An Everlasting Painting 9/4/2013
26. An Illusionist, A Pebble Among Stones 9/1/2013
27. An Infinite Phase Of Guilt 5/13/2013
28. Are You A Lie 1/19/2014
29. Arkansas Anxiety 9/3/2013
30. Artist In The Nearest Tree 9/1/2013
31. Ashley, Baby 8/10/2013
32. Automatic Loveletter 7/16/2014
33. Avoiding Dreams 6/22/2013
34. Backfire 5/10/2013
35. Backspace, Sidewalks 6/4/2013
36. Bailey 11/1/2013
37. Bermuda Triangle Mystery 4/25/2015
38. Black Rains 6/7/2014
39. Blank Expression 5/10/2013
40. Bleeding Ink, Creating Thoughts 4/15/2015
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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Tear Drops

My words, my words
I'm out of them all
the lyrics, my flow; where have they gone now
it's a product of a cluttered mind
a headache born illness
that sleep has failed to erase
3 months have passed since the underage tragedy
is that what's holding me back
is that why I'm holding back

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