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Did you think of me? by zuko-love-123, literature
Literature
Did you think of me?
Did you think of me?
When your fingers brushed her hand?
When your lips caressed hers?
When her clothes were on your floor?
Did you think of me?
Was it my taste in your mouth?
My hands in your hair?
My body entwined with yours?
Did you think of me?
My moans in your ear?
My nails on your back?
My voice speaking your name?
Did you think of me?
When you awoke next to her?
When you watched her dress?
When you watched her leave?
Did you think of me?
Hellfire. by zuko-love-123, literature
Literature
Hellfire.
The urge to grab her wrist
Pull her close and cling to her cloth
Hold her face
Press her lips against mine
I fear her eyes on me
Make me anxious
And that desire washes over my skin
To lash out
Shout into her mind
That I would be better
Than any man she should find
I could protect her just as well
Please her
Worship her
I would submit my very self and soul
To hear whispers of lust leave her lips
Her raven hair
Her piercing gaze
I cannot breath
Her spell takes over my bones
Her scent on my clothes
I cannot stand
The want that crawls through my veins
I cannot take
The way she looks at me
The point she puts me in
It will never be fair
I would lov
Grampa's Poem by zuko-love-123, literature
Literature
Grampa's Poem
Goodbye is a word I never thought I'd say,
Maybe see you later,
Even see you soon,
But goodbye seemed like an ending,
Like the final chapter, the last word,
So I never said goodbye,
I never had one last kiss,
Because I know that someday,
I will see him again,
I will hold his hand,
And we will smile,
It's not about acknowledging death,
But celebrating the life,
It's not to say farewell,
But we'll meet again,
For now just look down on me,
Smile, hope, wish and dream for me,
Be proud of me,
Love and care for me,
As I always will for you,
In the end you weren't strong physically,
But your heart beated like a drum,
The bonds
Pretty Young Things... by zuko-love-123, literature
Literature
Pretty Young Things...
My view on community spirit is different from the tradition, when someone says the words 'community spirit' normally you would think of people working together towards the greater good but I have something else in mind. For a while I had trouble picturing what I would write about because when I write I write from a personal perspective so this was a challenge for me. Then late one night I stumbled across a film called "Bright Young Things" About a group of young people living in London in the 1930s experiencing the influences of love and drugs. This gave me the inspiration I needed to create my poem 'Pretty Young Things' in which I talk about