"rused" poems
Muse a fuse fuss over clued less
Issues rused to rescue cued few trues viewed suit mews meow moves reuse romance reseduce
hues unused yet waaaay due new-new iknew this is not aknew but how poet groupies doit smues huh?
Smoooooth ie
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 4:44 AM UTC
All my life I’ve never been quite sure,
Rused by the perpetually eclipsing penumbral blur,
Until I met a chouette with a heart so pure,
Wherein winter’s eve could emulate a Summery Demure.
May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 1:11 PM UTC
i have fallen through all beauty(till
eagerly met i this moment)
when shrugging elegant words
eased from the cream of colorless
pages a purely growing perfection
into my soul the inconcise mess
of edward's dumb fingers
and his most dead mind
the confusion of all instantly wondrous splendor
(and edward, did you suppose that caught as if by
filaments dying immortal threaded into woven
hanging letters the gush of when you rused up
the best hill driven by black wine that i would
laying amongst pale cotton come alive in you)?
Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 3:25 AM UTC