Russell Nero

Rookie - 201 Points ['Crow'] (May 25th,1995)

Russell Nero Poems

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