Russell Nero

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

Russell Nero Poems

121. Hourglass, Comatose Of Memories 5/30/2013
122. How Do I Feel Today 5/14/2015
123. If Eyes Could Speak 8/13/2013
124. If I Cut The Rope... 5/10/2013
125. If Your Reflection Could Kill 9/30/2014
126. Illustrious, Venomous 8/13/2013
127. I'M A Man 4/15/2015
128. I'M Not Worth Anything 6/22/2013
129. Imperfect, But Getting By Okay 9/3/2013
130. Inadvertently, Accidentally 8/13/2013
131. Infamous Notion 6/20/2013
132. Inspirational Guide; Losing My Mind 6/17/2013
133. Insult To Greatest Injury 11/6/2013
134. Intoxication 5/15/2013
135. Ironically 5/28/2013
136. Joker 5/28/2013
137. Journal Entry Of Rome 5/13/2013
138. Journal Entry Of Romulus 5/13/2013
139. Juliet, Thank You 1/19/2014
140. Kiss 5/13/2013
141. Last One Standing 6/7/2014
142. Lies At My Bedside 1/5/2014
143. Life Questions 11/15/2013
144. Losing Sight Of The Shoreline 1/22/2014
145. Love Letter 8/20/2013
146. Made Of Glass 6/17/2013
147. March 12th 9/23/2013
148. March Nightmare 8/15/2013
149. March, My Weakest Point 4/25/2015
150. Marry You, Marry Me 8/8/2013
151. Mars 8/11/2013
152. Masquerade Is Calling Again 5/13/2013
153. Mayday Parade 6/16/2013
154. Meaningless 6/17/2013
155. Melanie 5/13/2013
156. Memoirs Of Me 9/13/2013
157. Memories To Bury Myself Alive 8/30/2013
158. Monologue Of Misery 10/8/2013
159. Monotony 9/4/2013
160. Morning Mourning 1/19/2014
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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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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