the dejected hearts of society cast out on the streets, withering like dehydrated flower petals. to be forgotten is to be with out a home, family, and a life. forgetting the forgotten may be an even worse crime.
How can you forget a loved one? the answer to that is, you can’t. A death of a friend or someone close leaves a mark on your heart and your mind. Even if you wished you could, you cant forget them. They are there for the rest of your life. After their death, the bad memories shall fade, but the good shal be retained. Happy memories shall never be lost.
It was my wish, my dream told me, that my father would miss me, that he would notice that I wasn’t there, that I hadn’t been there for over a year. That he would come and find me, and he would say, “Don’t leave me alone like that.” And I would rub his leg and kiss his cheek.
I gave a sigh, pulling my knees to my chest as i sat on the corner of the street. It was cold and i had no jacket, nothing to keep me warm. My stomach growled and i squeezed my eyes shut, food was scares. I had nothing.
i have forgotton how your eyes look right before you kiss me. i have forgotton the way your words sound as the fell in my ears and spelled out my name. i have forgotton the day we first met, and what it was that first drew me to you. i have forgotton the day i first knew.
There was a time that i was lost. Cast out from all existence. I had been forgotten… What was i to do under such brash circumstance and why wasn’t i able to fend for myself in this dire time of need. Semi-disgusted with my previous actions, i jotted down some ideas in my notepad as to why this mysterious life had became this bitter, lonesome monstrosity…
As she turns her head to look back one more time, she sees them walking away as though she had never existed. She looks down at her feet and continues walking as though the last six months had never happened.
There was once a boy and a girl who loved each other passionately. They were madly in love and one day that girl made a mistake. She wanted to be free from the constraints of her boyfriend. She wanted to live her life with new experiences and an open mind. Everyone told her it was the right decision and she thought it was. But, she realized her freedom now was only missing him. And now all their memories and all their love are forgotten.
Forgotten futures. There are places that were made in visions of a time to come. But the time never came, and these futures, they were forgotten, left to rot, converted to museums or levelled to waste. So many forgotten futures, dotted around the cities we live in like untended greenhouses.
She was gone but not forgotten. Decades later those who loved her never forgot the person she was and the way she made them feel. That is what real love is.
alot of people have forgotten me..seems that once i finally love someone they forget..to be forgotten really sucks and hurts..hope ive never made neone feel that way before
She stands and overlooks the sea. Her eyes are wide open, she may never shut them again. She sings, sometimes, when songs come to her. She sings about him, and tries to remind herself of what he did. The bruises he left do nothing to help her forget.
I feel forgotten a lot of times. Like that old toy you often forgot when your parents came home with a shiny new once. Except I’ve always been the old toy I think. I probably shouldn’t like that. It seems cliched to use the shiny new toy as an example.
i feel forgotten as the days pace without seeing your face. you say you love me, that you miss me than could ever be possible for someone like you. but i love you and i feel it throughout everything i am. the worst possible thing to be is to be forgotten. cause i would not be able to handle that, because of how much i love you. please dont make me forgotten.
You have been forgotten, my dear.
The last words we spoke
were the last words of our affection.
My mind was littered with you
and yesterday was trash day.
My dreams were filled with you,
but my dreams buried you.
The last smiles we shared
were the last smiles of our happiness,
You have been forgotten, my dear.
There is no feeling worse than feeling forgotten. It makes you feel like nothing. Like you were not even worth remembering. Even in a simple situation such as a friend forgetting to introduce you to one of their friends is an awful feeling because you feel invisible as they have a conversation.
I’d forgotten how boring life could be. Sure, free time’s been great, but there’s only so much time before it starts to weigh down. Now I’m slumped on a chair, my head as a clock, pushing down on my shoulders, on my back, my neck, and tick-tocking me to sleep. Must – tick – stay – tock – awake – tick… Maybe a book will help?
Too often we forget the forgotten. Too often we overlook those who are no longer remembered, those who are nothing but a blur of colors in our minds. Too often we pass them by without a sound, without a second glance.
She felt like it was already happening. That she was already being forgotten. She knew that it was silly to feel that way, but the signs were there. Long hours where she wasn’t thought of while her best friend chit chatted with her boyfriend. He was moving in in the fall, and honestly that scared her shitless because she knew at that point she really would be forgotten….
I have forgotten many a things. Yet what is forgotten is not necessarily lost for good. One can find what was once forgotten. Indeed, it is often in such discoveries that life is rendered meaningful.
I wonder whose forgotten me.
My face, my words, my laugh.
I wonder when.
What day was it when they woke and slept again and I didn’t cross their mind at all in between.
Then I wonder who I’ve forgotten.
It’s weird to think of. I’ve forgotten, so I don’t know.
But I wonder if those who I have forgotten have forgotten me.
Do they know I don’t think of them?
Do they wish that I would?
I don’t think so.
But I hope not.
I hope, hope, hope,
That if someone wanted to be remembered,
That they’d tell me what I mean to them.
Because oh, if they did,
They’d never be forgotten.
I have forgotten many things. The brain doesn’t allow one to remember everything unfortunately. Perhaps when something is forgotten it is dead. Or it is still there. It is a paradox. But all that is forgotten is just yet to be found.
Lost phrase. Lost in time. Hope is gone and forever will be. Nothing good will come Love was forgotten and so were you. No one knows where they go they just follow blankly. Forgotten.
In psych I learned about the concept of false memory
That people can make themselves remember things that never happened
Which consequentially makes them forget the things that did
Lost worlds
Silent black holes
What if all memories were false?
Aujourd’hui, j’ai oublié mon nom. Je ne m’en suis pas rendu compte tout de suite, car, en fin de compte, le quotidien demande assez peu de name dropping.
i looked in the alley to see if anyone was still there and of course there were about a hundred people gathered and none of them were really there. they forgot who they were. they forgot in the rain. it fell on their faces and erased their expressions so they all blank-stared at nothing anymore and still they stood there, bodies crammed between the brick walls of emptiness.
I left the room, my friends. I wiped off the makeup, washed my hair of jewels. Nothing was left to remember the night. Everything might as well have been forgotten. Luckily, I had my box of memories that could stay with me forever.
I have forgotten how wonderful the warm sun is on my face after the very long and cold winter. I have forgotten how wonderful the sound of the birds singing is . The smell of the yellow roses in the spring is makes my heart sing.
forgotten. the feeling i absolutely despise has now flooding into my body. burning, pulsing inside my blood vessels. i want to scream but my voice is too weak. no one will hear. no one will care. i want to cry but my distress has used up all the salt in my body. alone. abandoned. forgotten.
To be lost forever, never to be heard or known again. I feel that some people really do think that to be forgotten is to forsaken. Fathom the tools of recognition and rejoice in knowing that so long as you connect yourself with others, you will be loved.
I stare at the page, numb with fear and worry. A glance at the clock confirms my fears, I am running out of time, and still the blank page leers at me. I can’t remember how to solve this page. All I learned is now forgotten.
the dejected hearts of society cast out on the streets, withering like dehydrated flower petals. to be forgotten is to be with out a home, family, and a life. forgetting the forgotten may be an even worse crime.
How can you forget a loved one? the answer to that is, you can’t. A death of a friend or someone close leaves a mark on your heart and your mind. Even if you wished you could, you cant forget them. They are there for the rest of your life. After their death, the bad memories shall fade, but the good shal be retained. Happy memories shall never be lost.
It was my wish, my dream told me, that my father would miss me, that he would notice that I wasn’t there, that I hadn’t been there for over a year. That he would come and find me, and he would say, “Don’t leave me alone like that.” And I would rub his leg and kiss his cheek.
I gave a sigh, pulling my knees to my chest as i sat on the corner of the street. It was cold and i had no jacket, nothing to keep me warm. My stomach growled and i squeezed my eyes shut, food was scares. I had nothing.
i have forgotton how your eyes look right before you kiss me. i have forgotton the way your words sound as the fell in my ears and spelled out my name. i have forgotton the day we first met, and what it was that first drew me to you. i have forgotton the day i first knew.
There was a time that i was lost. Cast out from all existence. I had been forgotten… What was i to do under such brash circumstance and why wasn’t i able to fend for myself in this dire time of need. Semi-disgusted with my previous actions, i jotted down some ideas in my notepad as to why this mysterious life had became this bitter, lonesome monstrosity…
As she turns her head to look back one more time, she sees them walking away as though she had never existed. She looks down at her feet and continues walking as though the last six months had never happened.
There was once a boy and a girl who loved each other passionately. They were madly in love and one day that girl made a mistake. She wanted to be free from the constraints of her boyfriend. She wanted to live her life with new experiences and an open mind. Everyone told her it was the right decision and she thought it was. But, she realized her freedom now was only missing him. And now all their memories and all their love are forgotten.
my life
my feelings
my dreams
my clothes
my junk
my socks
my soul
my troubles
my happiness
my clarity
my life
Forgotten futures. There are places that were made in visions of a time to come. But the time never came, and these futures, they were forgotten, left to rot, converted to museums or levelled to waste. So many forgotten futures, dotted around the cities we live in like untended greenhouses.
She was gone but not forgotten. Decades later those who loved her never forgot the person she was and the way she made them feel. That is what real love is.
alot of people have forgotten me..seems that once i finally love someone they forget..to be forgotten really sucks and hurts..hope ive never made neone feel that way before
She stands and overlooks the sea. Her eyes are wide open, she may never shut them again. She sings, sometimes, when songs come to her. She sings about him, and tries to remind herself of what he did. The bruises he left do nothing to help her forget.
I feel forgotten a lot of times. Like that old toy you often forgot when your parents came home with a shiny new once. Except I’ve always been the old toy I think. I probably shouldn’t like that. It seems cliched to use the shiny new toy as an example.
i feel forgotten as the days pace without seeing your face. you say you love me, that you miss me than could ever be possible for someone like you. but i love you and i feel it throughout everything i am. the worst possible thing to be is to be forgotten. cause i would not be able to handle that, because of how much i love you. please dont make me forgotten.
lose not remember cant recieve the memory korean war i dont understand this game purple two ts blah wah chak wam hick uh woooooooo
You have been forgotten, my dear.
The last words we spoke
were the last words of our affection.
My mind was littered with you
and yesterday was trash day.
My dreams were filled with you,
but my dreams buried you.
The last smiles we shared
were the last smiles of our happiness,
You have been forgotten, my dear.
There is no feeling worse than feeling forgotten. It makes you feel like nothing. Like you were not even worth remembering. Even in a simple situation such as a friend forgetting to introduce you to one of their friends is an awful feeling because you feel invisible as they have a conversation.
Forgotten. Left to rot. The building could have once been beautiful, but you could never tell with all the ivy growing up every wall.
I’d forgotten how boring life could be. Sure, free time’s been great, but there’s only so much time before it starts to weigh down. Now I’m slumped on a chair, my head as a clock, pushing down on my shoulders, on my back, my neck, and tick-tocking me to sleep. Must – tick – stay – tock – awake – tick… Maybe a book will help?
Too often we forget the forgotten. Too often we overlook those who are no longer remembered, those who are nothing but a blur of colors in our minds. Too often we pass them by without a sound, without a second glance.
She wiped her eyes on the lace napkin on her lap. What she once thought was forever is gone in a snap. Forgotten love.
She felt like it was already happening. That she was already being forgotten. She knew that it was silly to feel that way, but the signs were there. Long hours where she wasn’t thought of while her best friend chit chatted with her boyfriend. He was moving in in the fall, and honestly that scared her shitless because she knew at that point she really would be forgotten….
Is forgotten really forgotten? Do we really forget or do we misplace memories?
We are easily forgotten.
forgetting is not remembering
all of kathleen’s miseries were quickly forgotten.bogdan was here! landing, now!
she grabbed elke’s hand,”let’s get your mother,than go meet bogdan.”
I have forgotten many a things. Yet what is forgotten is not necessarily lost for good. One can find what was once forgotten. Indeed, it is often in such discoveries that life is rendered meaningful.
I wonder whose forgotten me.
My face, my words, my laugh.
I wonder when.
What day was it when they woke and slept again and I didn’t cross their mind at all in between.
Then I wonder who I’ve forgotten.
It’s weird to think of. I’ve forgotten, so I don’t know.
But I wonder if those who I have forgotten have forgotten me.
Do they know I don’t think of them?
Do they wish that I would?
I don’t think so.
But I hope not.
I hope, hope, hope,
That if someone wanted to be remembered,
That they’d tell me what I mean to them.
Because oh, if they did,
They’d never be forgotten.
I have forgotten many things. The brain doesn’t allow one to remember everything unfortunately. Perhaps when something is forgotten it is dead. Or it is still there. It is a paradox. But all that is forgotten is just yet to be found.
sometimes I’m forgotten. sometimes I forgot anyone else. just true….
Lost phrase. Lost in time. Hope is gone and forever will be. Nothing good will come Love was forgotten and so were you. No one knows where they go they just follow blankly. Forgotten.
In psych I learned about the concept of false memory
That people can make themselves remember things that never happened
Which consequentially makes them forget the things that did
Lost worlds
Silent black holes
What if all memories were false?
Aujourd’hui, j’ai oublié mon nom. Je ne m’en suis pas rendu compte tout de suite, car, en fin de compte, le quotidien demande assez peu de name dropping.
i looked in the alley to see if anyone was still there and of course there were about a hundred people gathered and none of them were really there. they forgot who they were. they forgot in the rain. it fell on their faces and erased their expressions so they all blank-stared at nothing anymore and still they stood there, bodies crammed between the brick walls of emptiness.
I left the room, my friends. I wiped off the makeup, washed my hair of jewels. Nothing was left to remember the night. Everything might as well have been forgotten. Luckily, I had my box of memories that could stay with me forever.
I have forgotten how wonderful the warm sun is on my face after the very long and cold winter. I have forgotten how wonderful the sound of the birds singing is . The smell of the yellow roses in the spring is makes my heart sing.
forgotten. the feeling i absolutely despise has now flooding into my body. burning, pulsing inside my blood vessels. i want to scream but my voice is too weak. no one will hear. no one will care. i want to cry but my distress has used up all the salt in my body. alone. abandoned. forgotten.
To be lost forever, never to be heard or known again. I feel that some people really do think that to be forgotten is to forsaken. Fathom the tools of recognition and rejoice in knowing that so long as you connect yourself with others, you will be loved.
I stare at the page, numb with fear and worry. A glance at the clock confirms my fears, I am running out of time, and still the blank page leers at me. I can’t remember how to solve this page. All I learned is now forgotten.