The Why of Werewolves
Useless things left behind, all things made anew once more. i tear asunder the curtains: it is morning once again. i revel in my wild dalliance-- man's best friend.
Remember me
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
Hopeless Acceptance
What about those left behind who held onto their hope with fervent desperation until they watched it crumbled to dust in their hands?
D’out...
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
My Dreams are in Stories
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.
Pick-sure...
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
2. Thank God for Antiseptic Spray
Then she saw the matted mess hrvalye's sock had left behind and grimaced, "ick. thank god for antiseptic spray." she set everything down behind her but the spray, which she gave a couple of shakes. "brace yourself.
Henry Rider: Clown Hunter, Chapter Six
The only thing i wanted to do was eat a few of those chocolate cabbages the giant bunny was giving away, ding dong, rumpelstiltskin's left butt cheek, i'm gonna go to college and become a hippo. "henry? henry, help!" "look, granny," i mumbled.
Lost Silhouettes
What will become of the ones left behind; those still residing on the fringe of time? what is to become of those undesired?
Tears of the Oryx
He is the pain i have conquered and them hatred i have left behind. he is the silence i wish i had when people ignored what i had to say. he is the hatred and loathing that burned through my veins at all the injustice in my life.
Ovoid: Notes from the Jaiyan Scroll III
He asked as the phosphorescent steps he had left behind began to turn red and emit a pulsing high pitched frequency.
Relapsed over you...
At the height of the problem, answers are all i find the reason i cemented in time has somehow began to unwind dividing the places & pieces i planted years ago the blossoming of a forgotten beginning shakes dust to & fro the beauty i had, that i left