I thought we had something special. I don’t know how you left me that night. I poured my feelings out to you. For the first time in my life I was vulnerable. I just needed you the be there for me.
I was left holding a bottle of eternal youth serum and no mouth to put it in. With the heel of my hand I smashed the bathroom mirror, that cruel notater of appearances. No mouth! No, wait. I clambered to the hall mirror by the hat stand. Still no mouth. Fcking devil and his fcking loopholes! I smacked my forehead with my bloodied hand and it jolted clear. I went back to the bathroom mirror, dumped the serum into my open wound and watched my beauty and perfection unfold.
I remember never knowing which hand it’s supposed to be. Now, I will never forget because I have the reminder right there on the ring finger of my left hand all the time. I sometimes forget that I have it until I catch a glimmer in the corner of my eye or I try to pick up something heavy and it digs into my other fingers. Even then, it still reminds me that we belong with each other til the end.
If I didn’t leave, I wouldn’t know how wonderful it was outside of here. I would have missed my life. I would have never known that this was this place was the reason I was failing so miserably. It isn’t easy to leave. But doing so, being bold, has made all the difference.
I don’t know why he left. He didn’t leave a note. He was just up and gone. I wondered about this for months before I stopped caring. Why should I?
Leaving is not something that needs a reason. If you are gone, you are gone, and good riddance. See you later. Or, really, I won’t.
I’m always the one out in the cold
Left behind for nothing
The face in the window holds
Fast, nothing’s fine I’m torn
Instead of buying I was sold
No where to turn to
Alone, left out in the cold.
Right foot left foot
I wrote with my left till kindergarden
saw I was the only one and changed
Could’nt write with my left to save my life
my life so sad
The left turn that is opposite of right. The turn that can take you places on the more bumpy trail unlike Mr. Right.
To be left behind. To be abandon. Lonely. How dare you left me like that.
i left my heart in your hands but you just threw it down and stomped on it you didnt even care i left it all to you i love you will all of my heart but you just left it there on th ground left it there to die away and for ou to never look back you just left and didnt look back
Exit stage left. Go. Leave. Depart. These are my dream words right now. I invoke them as a worshipper does the Gods. I make offerings. I bargain. Sometimes I plead for their mercy. I cry salty tears over their silence.
you know when most people get left behind, they never really leave your mind. They sit in some pit of guilt in your skull because something inside of you knows you shouldn’t have left them. You should have stayed with them. But there they are in your left rearview mirror, watching you drive away. And all you left them with was a look that says “I’m not coming back.”
I looked back and forth, left and right. I decided on left, after all, it was the fastest and prettiest route. I ran as fast as I could trying to find my way to the house on the left side of the road. It was supposed to be red, but I didn’t see anything red. It pissed me off, had he lied to me? How cruel! I would never tr
to the left of her she could see the wall covered in little bits of art work from ceiling to floor. he stood there laughing and smiling. she wanted to laugh too, his smile was contagious like the flu. but you see, she had to give up on him because he lied about ever believing in her. she had to make up her own laughter now.
i wish i were left handed. in fact i was, when i was a child. but my folks corrected that. by using my left hand it is said that my artistic skills could improve. i’m not sure if that’s true but i’d love to see if it is.
Left. I turn left. Opposite of right. He left me. I left the object. Left is a strange word when you look at it, strange letters are involved, however we use this word many a time in our everyday lives. When people have left us, we feel sad. :(
I left my old self behind
i tore off my superficial skin
yet my new skin was tender
so i laid in hiding for a while
i was my own shield
and now
my new skin has thickened
and i am ready to expose it to the world
i left the sad, embarrassed, and proud self behind
here i am
here, i exist
Sitting in the evening, after dinner, after napping, after checking his mail, the fridge opened.
we sat in front of the tv. we held each other quietly. we cuddled. no talking really. He drank quietly. There was nothing left, after that. he departed into the soft fuzz, a gentle bliss that I was a part from.
Often in my household growing up, my brothers would ask “How many are left?” This is almost always in relation to a plate of cookies or brownies. They’d always ask because they were obsessed with making sure that everything was perfectly equal and perfectly fair.
“What is wrong with you?! All I’ve done since I got back is be anything and everything for you! So come on, what is it?”
“Just leave it, okay?”
“NO!” he said more forcefully, “you Lied!”
He had barley finished the word when her eyes flashed, and the words came tumbling out if her mouth, against her will,
“You LEFT!”
He came up short, eyes widening. A moment passed and all sorts of emotions flickered across his face.
“That’s what this is about?”
This is the opposite of right. It also defines leftovers from a meal in terms of “what’s left” or any other similar activities. People whose strongest arm is their left arm are called lefties.
When time moves on, there’s nothing left but memories and remembered sensation.
All that’s left is 30 seconds.
To my left is a dictionary.
I’m all that’s left.
I stood there in the middle of the dance floor, watching. I turned around and desperately looked for him. Then I felt a tap on my left shoulder. I turned to see who it was – it was him. He stood there and called me by name. I couldn’t believe it – how did he remember after three moths? We’d only talked once before, but I guess he knew the same way I remembered his name. He asked me to dance and I said yes.
All I can think of is the far left. Liberals?
I guess I don’t have a problem with a more active government
I’m not a fan of being told what to do though
I don’t even like politics, why am I writing about them?
Left left I left my wife and thirty nine kids the old gray mare and the peanut stand do you think I did right right right from the confort where I came from here forshocking kick by golly left left
the kind of hand that i dont use that much and its also a direction, you can either go right or left. left is also a verb and can be used to describe the past tense of someone or something leaving, and thats really all i got on the word “left”
what is left? nothing really. i have a great life to live and people to live it with. that is all i need. it doesn’t matter what is left. i have everything i need and everything i’ll ever want. sure i would love to be rich and famous, but i don’t need it. i have what i need. i have what i want. i have everything. it doesn’t matter anymore what is left…. .<3
“Left und Lift, schwing die Hift …” Karla sang und summte, während sie rosa behandschuht einen Sims nach dem anderen entstaubte. Karla sah aus, als wäre sie glücklich. Als würde sie ein wunderschönes Hobby betreiben und jede Minute genießen, nicht so als würde sie die Sektionssäle reinigen.
There’s nothing left – in my heart, in my life. It’s all just an empty void. He tells me I need a boyfriend, she tells me the same. But what can a person who is only going to leave me eventually do to fill that void? What I need is consistency – preferably positive.
A word with you, that of the singer recalling–
Old Herrick: a saying that every maid knows is
A flower unplucked is but left to the falling,
And nothing is gained by not gathering roses
She walked along the path to the beach, and noticed that a small passageway had appeared by the bottom of the fence on the left hand side. She remembered that long ago she had gone down that path before and gone on wild adventures. She was heartbroken, when she returned to discover that no one realized she left.
I thought we had something special. I don’t know how you left me that night. I poured my feelings out to you. For the first time in my life I was vulnerable. I just needed you the be there for me.
I was left holding a bottle of eternal youth serum and no mouth to put it in. With the heel of my hand I smashed the bathroom mirror, that cruel notater of appearances. No mouth! No, wait. I clambered to the hall mirror by the hat stand. Still no mouth. Fcking devil and his fcking loopholes! I smacked my forehead with my bloodied hand and it jolted clear. I went back to the bathroom mirror, dumped the serum into my open wound and watched my beauty and perfection unfold.
I remember never knowing which hand it’s supposed to be. Now, I will never forget because I have the reminder right there on the ring finger of my left hand all the time. I sometimes forget that I have it until I catch a glimmer in the corner of my eye or I try to pick up something heavy and it digs into my other fingers. Even then, it still reminds me that we belong with each other til the end.
If I didn’t leave, I wouldn’t know how wonderful it was outside of here. I would have missed my life. I would have never known that this was this place was the reason I was failing so miserably. It isn’t easy to leave. But doing so, being bold, has made all the difference.
I don’t know why he left. He didn’t leave a note. He was just up and gone. I wondered about this for months before I stopped caring. Why should I?
Leaving is not something that needs a reason. If you are gone, you are gone, and good riddance. See you later. Or, really, I won’t.
If you would ever go away, my dear, I would indeed be left.
I’m always the one out in the cold
Left behind for nothing
The face in the window holds
Fast, nothing’s fine I’m torn
Instead of buying I was sold
No where to turn to
Alone, left out in the cold.
Right foot left foot
I wrote with my left till kindergarden
saw I was the only one and changed
Could’nt write with my left to save my life
my life so sad
he left me and i dont know why.
i must have mistaked the long nights, laughs and sweet texts as him caring.
i wish the games would stop.
He left me there, standing at the bus stop like a used condom in the trash. He didn’t look back.
Opposite of right. What I’m going to say I did to this website in about 60 seconds because it’s stupid. Blah.
The left turn that is opposite of right. The turn that can take you places on the more bumpy trail unlike Mr. Right.
To be left behind. To be abandon. Lonely. How dare you left me like that.
Left brain. Left-handed. Mathematical. Finance. Test tomorrow. Nail biting. Interrupt nail biting. And then… One Word.
i left my heart in your hands but you just threw it down and stomped on it you didnt even care i left it all to you i love you will all of my heart but you just left it there on th ground left it there to die away and for ou to never look back you just left and didnt look back
Exit stage left. Go. Leave. Depart. These are my dream words right now. I invoke them as a worshipper does the Gods. I make offerings. I bargain. Sometimes I plead for their mercy. I cry salty tears over their silence.
you know when most people get left behind, they never really leave your mind. They sit in some pit of guilt in your skull because something inside of you knows you shouldn’t have left them. You should have stayed with them. But there they are in your left rearview mirror, watching you drive away. And all you left them with was a look that says “I’m not coming back.”
Not this word again..Oh well.
roses are red
violets are blue
This is supposed to be about the word left
But too bad its not.
DONE!
I looked back and forth, left and right. I decided on left, after all, it was the fastest and prettiest route. I ran as fast as I could trying to find my way to the house on the left side of the road. It was supposed to be red, but I didn’t see anything red. It pissed me off, had he lied to me? How cruel! I would never tr
to the left of her she could see the wall covered in little bits of art work from ceiling to floor. he stood there laughing and smiling. she wanted to laugh too, his smile was contagious like the flu. but you see, she had to give up on him because he lied about ever believing in her. she had to make up her own laughter now.
i wish i were left handed. in fact i was, when i was a child. but my folks corrected that. by using my left hand it is said that my artistic skills could improve. i’m not sure if that’s true but i’d love to see if it is.
“You left me there. You just left.” Her voice was almost void of emotion, which was odd considering the importance of the subject.
He shrugged. “I didn’t leave.”
“You did,” she insisted. “You left.”
“No,” he said. “I walked forward. You didn’t follow.”
Left. I turn left. Opposite of right. He left me. I left the object. Left is a strange word when you look at it, strange letters are involved, however we use this word many a time in our everyday lives. When people have left us, we feel sad. :(
I left my old self behind
i tore off my superficial skin
yet my new skin was tender
so i laid in hiding for a while
i was my own shield
and now
my new skin has thickened
and i am ready to expose it to the world
i left the sad, embarrassed, and proud self behind
here i am
here, i exist
Sitting in the evening, after dinner, after napping, after checking his mail, the fridge opened.
we sat in front of the tv. we held each other quietly. we cuddled. no talking really. He drank quietly. There was nothing left, after that. he departed into the soft fuzz, a gentle bliss that I was a part from.
Often in my household growing up, my brothers would ask “How many are left?” This is almost always in relation to a plate of cookies or brownies. They’d always ask because they were obsessed with making sure that everything was perfectly equal and perfectly fair.
“What is wrong with you?! All I’ve done since I got back is be anything and everything for you! So come on, what is it?”
“Just leave it, okay?”
“NO!” he said more forcefully, “you Lied!”
He had barley finished the word when her eyes flashed, and the words came tumbling out if her mouth, against her will,
“You LEFT!”
He came up short, eyes widening. A moment passed and all sorts of emotions flickered across his face.
“That’s what this is about?”
I left the left-handed compliment in the left drawer of my heart after he left with another lady in the left room beside the left hall.
This is the opposite of right. It also defines leftovers from a meal in terms of “what’s left” or any other similar activities. People whose strongest arm is their left arm are called lefties.
When time moves on, there’s nothing left but memories and remembered sensation.
All that’s left is 30 seconds.
To my left is a dictionary.
I’m all that’s left.
I stood there in the middle of the dance floor, watching. I turned around and desperately looked for him. Then I felt a tap on my left shoulder. I turned to see who it was – it was him. He stood there and called me by name. I couldn’t believe it – how did he remember after three moths? We’d only talked once before, but I guess he knew the same way I remembered his name. He asked me to dance and I said yes.
All I can think of is the far left. Liberals?
I guess I don’t have a problem with a more active government
I’m not a fan of being told what to do though
I don’t even like politics, why am I writing about them?
Left. It’s how I felt when she crossed the door. So many years were erased with just two words. She left, and here I am, still waiting
Left left I left my wife and thirty nine kids the old gray mare and the peanut stand do you think I did right right right from the confort where I came from here forshocking kick by golly left left
the kind of hand that i dont use that much and its also a direction, you can either go right or left. left is also a verb and can be used to describe the past tense of someone or something leaving, and thats really all i got on the word “left”
i just left. i needed to escape. the pain was too much for me.
what is left? nothing really. i have a great life to live and people to live it with. that is all i need. it doesn’t matter what is left. i have everything i need and everything i’ll ever want. sure i would love to be rich and famous, but i don’t need it. i have what i need. i have what i want. i have everything. it doesn’t matter anymore what is left…. .<3
“Left und Lift, schwing die Hift …” Karla sang und summte, während sie rosa behandschuht einen Sims nach dem anderen entstaubte. Karla sah aus, als wäre sie glücklich. Als würde sie ein wunderschönes Hobby betreiben und jede Minute genießen, nicht so als würde sie die Sektionssäle reinigen.
There’s nothing left – in my heart, in my life. It’s all just an empty void. He tells me I need a boyfriend, she tells me the same. But what can a person who is only going to leave me eventually do to fill that void? What I need is consistency – preferably positive.
A word with you, that of the singer recalling–
Old Herrick: a saying that every maid knows is
A flower unplucked is but left to the falling,
And nothing is gained by not gathering roses
She walked along the path to the beach, and noticed that a small passageway had appeared by the bottom of the fence on the left hand side. She remembered that long ago she had gone down that path before and gone on wild adventures. She was heartbroken, when she returned to discover that no one realized she left.