But deep inside,
i'm feeling blind,
there's so many things
that i've left behind.
i've loved, and
i've lost,
and still have
yet to find...
Angst, Dream, Longing, Love, Pain, Passion, Romance, Searching, anxiety, hope, inspiration
behind
find yourself, find your own "peace" of mind
"piece"
---thanks for reading---
 
Poem, Poetry
No, i won't say who this was referencing; i don't need to reignite things best left behind.
it started with a simple misunderstanding. a few words, poorly chosen at a difficult time.
Abuse, Microfiction, No-Yiff
Your legacy
of all you left behind
that's not for me to say, for it's how you lived your life
did you covet money, power, or petty shiny things
where you kind to others
or did you use them as a means
did you cling to family
Poem
Artwork by piromane
**murinae after midnight**
**written and created by vember judgement**
**chapter one:** _a mouse named ama_
ama sniffed at the air in her desperate attempt to locate any scraps of food that might have been left behind.
Horror, Mouse, rats
Calamity in motion, i fell far beyond my self-given burden
through years in seconds, i saw all i left behind
among the landing, i felt... something long left in the back of reasoning
breaking down the barriers once too tall to imagine, i held in shaken
Poem, Short Story, Thoughts, slice of life
Destined by gods, kobold's home - left behind.
betrayed by his master, traitor be gone!
fantasy epics like no other kind.
alone and lost, till divine plans designed.
new trials defeated - tests undergone.
my dreams become stories, all from my mind.
Kobold, Lizard, Poem, Poetry, Story, Villanelle
What about those left behind
who held onto their hope with
fervent desperation until they
watched it crumbled to dust in
their hands?
Poem, Poetry, personal
Something that i thought of after watching a christian movie left behind and other end of days movies. cutting off peoples heads for not followering the antichrist, but its the legion killing the wicked.
666, Evil, Oneworld
A hobby out of watching from afar, my own dreaming
the pinch not enough, from heavily held pains, i wake for someone else's sake
out of all i've given, i look back & see there's so much more to take
only in motion do i see the notion of what's left
Poetry, Short Story, slice of life