Russell Nero

Rookie - 121 Points (May 25th,1995)

Russell Nero Poems

1. Backfire 5/10/2013
2. Bother 5/10/2013
3. Blank Expression 5/10/2013
4. Crime 5/10/2013
5. Dedicated Falter 5/10/2013
6. An Antiseptic Cover Girl 5/10/2013
7. Stared Into Nothing 5/10/2013
8. If I Cut The Rope... 5/10/2013
9. Deceivable Victim 5/10/2013
10. Null And Void 5/10/2013
11. Porcelain Statues Bleached In Blood 5/10/2013
12. Red Flags 5/10/2013
13. Tiger 5/10/2013
14. Study Or Staring 5/10/2013
15. What If I 5/10/2013
16. Will The Cat Steal Your Tongue 5/10/2013
17. Curse Upon Myself 5/10/2013
18. Breathless, Travis Morrison 5/10/2013
19. Melanie 5/13/2013
20. Unraveling, Alone Two Heartbeats 5/13/2013
21. An Infinite Phase Of Guilt 5/13/2013
22. The Sun Questions Life 5/13/2013
23. Simultaneously 5/13/2013
24. The Sound Of Breathing 5/13/2013
25. Masquerade Is Calling Again 5/13/2013
26. Kiss 5/13/2013
27. Curse Of A Dragon Lineage 5/13/2013
28. Journal Entry Of Rome 5/13/2013
29. Everlasting Guilt 5/13/2013
30. Journal Entry Of Romulus 5/13/2013
31. Diary Of Allen 5/13/2013
32. Diary Of Avelyn 5/13/2013
33. Stolen From Me 5/14/2013
34. Scarlett Jade 5/14/2013
35. From Amelia 5/14/2013
36. Flaws In The Design Of A Butterfly 5/14/2013
37. Break The Silence; Attack Of Nervousness 5/14/2013
38. Paradox Of Silence 5/14/2013
39. Am I Only Dreaming 5/9/2013
40. Tear Drops 5/9/2013
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...

Read the full of The Bright Red Of A Rosebud

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

[Hata Bildir]