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This page is full of writings of Russell. There's poems and lymerics, be happy!!!
Everything
He hides everything he is for the hope of relief,
For the media, the screen, his long life belief.
Sensitive, secluded, that is who he is,
They twist his personal life into Shobiz.
Sometimes it's so hard for him to choose,
But with what they say, what has he to loose?
His family, his friends, his home, his life,
The twisted horror stories cut him like a knife.
He knows he'll have to endure for a while,
And allow his face to form a fleeting smile.
The nightmares of the media torture him so much,
But he knows he has to believe, until his peace is such.
His work burns into him but he must go on,
Away from his home, his friends are all gone.
His life is in jeopardy, he knows it too well,
Everything he's loved and believed has been torn to hell.
His fans are there for him for so long,
They support him for a reason to go on.
I click the remote and the screen goes dead,
I fall asleep with him in my head.
Dreams
He dances around and around all around,
Yet his feet never touch the ground.
His face is but a memory in my cluttered mind,
I hate it when I have to leave it all behind.
He knew me in my dream like a close friend,
But I knew the pirouette of happiness soon would end.
I open my eyes and remember his face,
Just like the smiles I used to chase.
Victory
His body moves so quickly along the dotted screen,
I know he knows I know him and I wish that he knew me.
I can see his eyes they glow so sweet, so bright,
The more I see him, the more I see the light.
His name is within me, burning its place,
As I trace in my mind pictures of his face.
I smile blankly when the fight ends,
Just knowing he is victorious once again.
Nighttime Daydream
The night has come and I sit on my bed,
Thoughts of my next movie creeping in my head.
The swords, the helms, the armor and the fate,
It all paints a picture that I simply made.
His eyes burn me with their intense glare,
I smile dumbfounded and all I can do is stare.
His body is so perfect, so smooth, so sweet,
All I can say is I wish we could meet.
It would be on a summer day in the Aussie land,
I would stumble around and hold his hand.
He would talk to me, I can see it so clear,
But now I'm awake, it's so far away from here.
I think I'll go back to sleep again,
Praying he'll be there and take me where he's been.
Nothing New
How do I get by, day after day,
With nothing new to say?
I guess all I have to thank is him,
The one who provided me the refuge within.
Every time I am lonely, or scared,
His voice allows me to be prepared.
Without him my life would be meaningless,
I would have no reason to exist.
But he is here now to be with me,
And to understand just what I see.
I see the light breaking up the clouds,
It's all for him my silent, my sound.
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