Pierre Rausch

Freshman - 656 Points [SRSO, Shiverspine] (24.01.1982 / Luxembourg)

Pierre Rausch Poems

1. The Last Rites 8/5/2013
2. You Shiver Again 8/5/2013
3. You Pardon Me 8/5/2013
4. Yammee, Yammee 8/5/2013
5. Would You Do That 8/5/2013
6. Wombats 8/5/2013
7. Wishes 8/5/2013
8. Wish To Win It 8/5/2013
9. Wide Open 8/5/2013
10. Wide Dove Trader 8/5/2013
11. Washing 8/5/2013
12. War 8/5/2013
13. Wanda 8/5/2013
14. Viva 8/5/2013
15. Virus 8/5/2013
16. United Deluxe 8/5/2013
17. Unicorn 8/5/2013
18. Ultimo Negro 8/5/2013
19. Two Calls 8/5/2013
20. Turn The Tide 8/5/2013
21. Tung-Pei 8/5/2013
22. Tribut 8/5/2013
23. Topmodels 8/5/2013
24. Tonight 8/5/2013
25. Toledo 8/5/2013
26. To Eavesdrop 8/5/2013
27. To Block It Up 8/5/2013
28. Titbits & Refreshment 8/5/2013
29. These One's 8/5/2013
30. The Woods (Balthasar Wood And Wagon Threepwood) 8/5/2013
31. The Wooden House 8/5/2013
32. Migration (Governemental Traffic Agencies) 5/21/2013
33. Goldcurl 8/5/2013
34. Last Bastion 8/5/2013
35. The Face 8/5/2013
36. Joseph 8/5/2013
37. The Ruin Of The Crown 8/5/2013
38. 1961 8/5/2013
39. A Bit Straighter 8/5/2013
40. A Crowning Mercy 8/5/2013
Best Poem of Pierre Rausch

Golden Hair

I'm not lettin' you go there is a shine in your eyes

When you sang the hourglasses pedicure-set
A naked front, somethin' where you're at
Garnered phosphor as liquid acid
Don't you ever read the letter fazit
It's about stories of golden hair
Could you play this golden hair

I'm not lettin' you go there is a shine in your eyes

Highjack naught
Naught carries, I've wept
A naught anagram
Windblown tents nearby
Jack passing
Metric and passing

It's about stories of golden hair
Could you play this golden hair

If he spoils the closest ...

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Searching

I'd rather kill myself, than you - ooooho
All times have been watching
All lifelong from morning from evening
When you tore the house down
In the house therefore a single town
Your room there burns the fie-candles
And you're not there to sample
Your gay gowns step into to the front
The flames swing in the dirty hunt

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