Russell Nero

Rookie - 121 Points (May 25th,1995)

Russell Nero Poems

41. Bother 5/10/2013
42. Break 9/8/2013
43. Break The Silence; Attack Of Nervousness 5/14/2013
44. Breathless, Travis Morrison 5/10/2013
45. Breathtaking 9/8/2013
46. Broken Fist Apology 6/22/2013
47. Broken Veins 6/7/2014
48. Buried My September 5/15/2013
49. But I Need This... -new- 5/14/2015
50. Cages 8/10/2013
51. Calling Of Sleep 5/9/2013
52. Cast Aside 9/4/2013
53. Chameleon Colors 9/3/2013
54. Chasing Broken Wings 8/10/2013
55. Chasing Constellations 1/31/2015
56. Cherry Blossom 9/2/2013
57. Cold Piano...Breathing Guitar 9/2/2013
58. Condemned 5/28/2013
59. Could We Ever Be 5/21/2013
60. Counting Crows, Rain Parade 1/21/2014
61. Created Friends From Sculpted Words 5/21/2013
62. Crime 5/10/2013
63. Crossed The Line 9/4/2013
64. Crystal Eyes 1/19/2014
65. Curse Of A Dragon Lineage 5/13/2013
66. Curse Upon Myself 5/10/2013
67. Days That Drag On And On 8/13/2013
68. Days That'Ve Past By 1/19/2014
69. Dear Veronica 9/9/2014
70. Deceivable Victim 5/10/2013
71. Deception In Perception 9/26/2013
72. Decode 6/7/2014
73. Dedicated Falter 5/10/2013
74. Determination Of Hopeful Believing 5/13/2013
75. Diary Of Allen 5/13/2013
76. Diary Of Annabelle 5/13/2013
77. Diary Of Avelyn 5/13/2013
78. Dinner Of 3 With Jealousy -new- 5/14/2015
79. Disarray Of Thoughts 5/21/2013
80. Disassemble 5/16/2013
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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Calling Of Sleep

Bury me...in a cloud of feathers and pillows
Smother me...in a dozen blankets soft as sheep wool
Bury me, smother me
back to sleep
Lullaby me, hypnotize me please
something put me back to sleep
to start this day over again, at least in my own eyes
Sad songs have dictated my morning
nudging me to always remember, always reflect

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