Russell Nero

Rookie - 121 Points (May 25th,1995)

Russell Nero Poems

121. If Eyes Could Speak 8/13/2013
122. If I Cut The Rope... 5/10/2013
123. If Your Reflection Could Kill 9/30/2014
124. Illustrious, Venomous 8/13/2013
125. I'M A Man 4/15/2015
126. I'M Not Worth Anything 6/22/2013
127. Imperfect, But Getting By Okay 9/3/2013
128. Inadvertently, Accidentally 8/13/2013
129. Infamous Notion 6/20/2013
130. Inspirational Guide; Losing My Mind 6/17/2013
131. Insult To Greatest Injury 11/6/2013
132. Intoxication 5/15/2013
133. Ironically 5/28/2013
134. Joker 5/28/2013
135. Journal Entry Of Rome 5/13/2013
136. Journal Entry Of Romulus 5/13/2013
137. Juliet, Thank You 1/19/2014
138. Kiss 5/13/2013
139. Last One Standing 6/7/2014
140. Lies At My Bedside 1/5/2014
141. Life Questions 11/15/2013
142. Losing Sight Of The Shoreline 1/22/2014
143. Love Letter 8/20/2013
144. Made Of Glass 6/17/2013
145. March 12th 9/23/2013
146. March Nightmare 8/15/2013
147. March, My Weakest Point 4/25/2015
148. Marry You, Marry Me 8/8/2013
149. Mars 8/11/2013
150. Masquerade Is Calling Again 5/13/2013
151. Mayday Parade 6/16/2013
152. Meaningless 6/17/2013
153. Melanie 5/13/2013
154. Memoirs Of Me 9/13/2013
155. Memories To Bury Myself Alive 8/30/2013
156. Monologue Of Misery 10/8/2013
157. Monotony 9/4/2013
158. Morning Mourning 1/19/2014
159. My Anxiety Of Fear 1/22/2014
160. My Letter To You 9/17/2013
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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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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