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 5/14/2015
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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Am I Only Dreaming

Feeling this, what has become of this day
This day, these words I spill
what place from my heart did they originate
Yes, plans can change
but what has provoked them from seeping out
Stunned, no dramatization
Captivated, no reaction
it only took one night and I'm suddenly addicted
Her sweet, soft brown eyes along with her alluring voice

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