Tremendous pressure
    Between two trees
The pressures of autumn
    Which crinkles the fallen, forgotten, leaves
    And cry beneath our feet
As we grind them slowly back to the earth
    Unknowingly, she knows
    And drinks it all in
Like a summers mead
My head... good Lordy my head, just behind my eyes. /:
The possibilities in front of you
outweigh probabilities
behind you
Ever been behind someone and realize you would of had a turn, got thru a light, if they weren't in front of you? :/ (I may have done this one before, I'm too lazy to go look :D)
Justin Rio May 29
You are a window
Hidden behind a curtain.
I have to glimpse what's inside.
To see the beauty within.
Pao May 28
lipstick stains
in the driveway is where i lay
every thought about you
everything comes flowing back
to me
your laugh of winters day
is the sound that replays
in my mind all day

the memories of you and i
sitting in the coffee shop downtown
everything comes flowing back
to me

as you left my apartment door
i stood behind you
watching you as you walked away from me
the memories of you and i
stuck on repeat
leaving scars within my heart

sitting in the coffee shop downtown
i never meant for this to happen
i never meant for you to leave me behind
i never meant to fuck things up

lipstick stains is what you left
as you said goodbye
This all started on my iPhone notes where I created a story of being left like in a romantic film. I never explicitly state the location but in my mind is me being left behind in the middle of NYC by a girl that is known for wearing red lipstick. Imagine this as a song because the lines are very simple.
Amanda May 24
Do you remember what it was like
To have me around in your life?
Why don't you miss me or care?
I've been searching for answers; they're not anywhere.

I have been lonely for too long, since you left me behind,
My only company; your voice in my mind,
Echoes of words that I once believed,
They were lies, how could I, have been so naive?
This was the start of a song I never finished, way way back when. I miss being an innocent young teen so blind to how ugly the world really is.
If I ever left this world
I'd leave myself behind
And if I happen to return
myself I will not find
For it will either be I,
or myself
that is blind.
This poem is part of a series of poems titled: Forgetfully Missing.
This is 3:4- Leave Myself Behind

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hannah May 8
People have led me to believe that I am not good enough
They don’t think of the consequences of what they say anymore
I cry behind closed doors wondering what I did wrong to be the way I am
Let's put it the way it is I am not pretty, skinny, or smart enough for anybody
Kathleen M Mar 29
The man behind the curtain returns to the unseen after an extended factory tour.
No guests linger.
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