Russell Nero

Rookie - 121 Points (May 25th,1995)

Russell Nero Poems

81. Diving Without A Parachute Or An Oxygen Tank 6/17/2013
82. Don'T Leave Me Again 6/17/2013
83. Dying Breed 9/2/2013
84. Edge Of Knowing 9/2/2013
85. Emily 8/30/2013
86. Emo Love 2/24/2015
87. Ensemble Of Feelings 6/22/2013
88. Escape The Holocaust 9/4/2013
89. Evergreen 5/16/2013
90. Everlasting Guilt 5/13/2013
91. Everything 5/9/2013
92. Everything Is Falling Away 1/19/2014
93. Fall Once Again 1/19/2014
94. Feather Of Lead 6/20/2013
95. February Disaster 5/16/2013
96. Feeling Small, Broken Enigma 8/8/2013
97. Felicity 7/8/2013
98. Fin' 5/16/2013
99. Finding Gold 6/22/2013
100. Flames Of Panic 9/8/2013
101. Flaws In The Design Of A Butterfly 5/14/2013
102. Flying With Wax Wings 9/14/2013
103. For A Fond Memory 6/22/2013
104. For You, I Will 6/7/2014
105. Forget To Remember 8/11/2013
106. From Amelia 5/14/2013
107. Frozen In Time 9/8/2013
108. Game Face 1/19/2014
109. Glass Hearts 8/30/2013
110. Grey 9/29/2013
111. Guilty Of Taking My Own Name 6/19/2013
112. Heartbeat 9/6/2013
113. Heartbreak Depression 1/21/2014
114. Heartshot Kid Disaster 7/22/2014
115. Her Name Starts With 'M' 11/1/2013
116. Her, You Used To Be 2/8/2014
117. Heroes And Crooks 5/21/2013
118. Hopeless 1/21/2014
119. Hourglass, Comatose Of Memories 5/30/2013
120. How Do I Feel Today -new- 5/14/2015
Best Poem of Russell Nero

The Bright Red Of A Rosebud

Calling…calling who…
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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I'M A Man

So here I wake half an hour removed from betraying sleep
into a prison built like a home but the walls, they deceive
mimicking the duct taped windows
There's no fun, no joy to be permitted
boredom arises while anger bubbles to the surface
a shark ready to attack, bite the neck of the first thing it sees
the illness latched itself onto me
Am I proud of it, no, but I stand by it
Depravity of sleep fueled my responses

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