Russell Nero

Rookie - 241 Points ['Crow'] (May 25th,1995)

Russell Nero Poems

161. Morning Mourning 1/19/2014
162. My Anxiety Of Fear 1/22/2014
163. My Letter To You 9/17/2013
164. Mysterious Everything Is To My Curiosity 5/19/2013
165. Mystery 10/8/2013
166. Never Win 11/1/2013
167. No Bravado Or Confidence, Just A Confusing Coincidence 6/17/2013
168. No Excuses And Well, No Results 12/15/2013
169. 'No One Will Remember Me' 5/15/2013
170. No Rope 8/10/2013
171. Null And Void 5/10/2013
172. Oh Nevermind 1/6/2014
173. 'Oh, Woe Is Me' 9/29/2013
174. One Man Drinking Games 8/20/2013
175. One Star I Called Mine 5/30/2013
176. Open Book, Open Letter 1/19/2014
177. Open My Eyes But Let Me Refuse 8/11/2013
178. Ordinary 9/13/2013
179. Painted Gray, A Castle 5/20/2013
180. Paperthin Dreams 8/31/2013
181. Paperweight 4/25/2015
182. Paradox Of Silence 5/14/2013
183. Pardon My Analogy 6/22/2013
184. Past The Memories 1/19/2014
185. Pathetic 5/15/2013
186. Perfect Disaster 9/4/2013
187. Pondering The Same Old Entry 6/17/2013
188. Porcelain Statues Bleached In Blood 5/10/2013
189. Pretend 1/19/2014
190. Prisoner Of My Own Advice 8/31/2013
191. Promised 9/9/2013
192. Puppet Without Strings But With A Song 6/17/2013
193. Quietus Of A Bird; Entity Of Serenity 5/9/2013
194. Rain 9/1/2013
195. Ramblings 11/15/2013
196. Rant Of A Sorcerer 10/25/2014
197. Recoiling, I'M Beyond Useless 5/19/2013
198. Red Flags 5/10/2013
199. Repeating Rheteric 9/3/2013
200. Retractional Setback 10/5/2013
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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Everything

Everything
it just falls down to one word
Everything
and everything I could ever say would never be enough
Everything
and I could blame denial
Denial, my beast and insomnia-tic dream
not here, not present; was it ever really there
I filed this under 'low level tragedy'

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