Memories. Of a time where you weren’t so rather, stupid. When things were simple, that message; that kiss. The party, which I hated but I had you so it was ok. That time at the park, that field. That staircase. That time I told you I loved you more then anything and you believed me just for that minute.
she laughs and lets her hair down before tumbling down the hill and coming to an abrupt stop at the bottom and sitting up. her name is jaime, and she is my best friend that is so beautiful i can’t help but wonder why she is jealous of me. she has the world, who could want more than that?
“elsa.”
i come back to reality and look around. there she is, but she doesn’t want me anymore. she’s happy in her new life, and i guess i have to be happy now but only because i love her.
I see a light. I see a person turn. And for a minute, I’m back in time to see a little girl go running through the grass. Why can’t she still be here? Flashback.
i flashback to the day i graduated 6th grade. my whole grade, 40 students, sporting royal blue gowns, with fancy hair and new shoes. we walked up the stairs to the stage and sat down. one by one, they called our names to receive our diplomas. the whole world seemed to slow down and focus on that one moment when she said my name.
Bright white lights, a woosh, and you’re back in the past. But only for a few minutes, whether it’s bad (so then you’re happy it’s over) or good (so then you want it to last longer/forever, depending on the moment).
Then
poof!
in the present and you’re confused or upset or maybe nauseous because you shouldn’t have time-jumped on a full stomach.
When I close my eyes I see the past. A flashback of a fun time, a moment that defined me as the person I am today. A friend, a lover, a family member past. All alive in my memories.
I always wanted to know what it was like before I was born. I wish my parents had had flashbacks and could have taken me with them. It would have been a blast.
I had a flashback of the storm that we had last year and I laughed about it. It was great, and I remember it like it was yesterday. I think it was the best storm I have yet to see. Tornadoes, thunder, hail, rain, wind, everything. It was amazing. I want it to happen again, so bad. haha.
I closed my eyes and leanded back in my seat as I watched the silent film of flashbacks began to play behind my eyelids. There was just so much that I regretted.
I just had a flashback to when I was a kid, swinging in the swings at the park with the wind in my hair. I want to do that again. I’m going to the park right now.
i’ve not had a big writing day today – too much going on, too grumpy, not enough time. but flashback to just a couple of months ago and realize that you weren’t writing anything at all! so even this brief 60 seconds (coupled with the 30 minutes of morning pages this morning means you are writing an enormous amount compared to the past…
i was sitting down the other day, sifting through memories collected from the last six years. with the reading of the words i’d written as a thirteen year old i had a flashback of who i once was. it hurt.
The images flew rapidly through my head: a melted popsicle on the sidewalk at my grandmother’s house, a long trail of chalk drawings around the corner, a kennel full of puppies for sale at the Qwik-Pac, and a series of memories involving my lost brother an the day he went missing.
I had a flashback to the day i sat down to write you a note, in tears and very upset, and when I finished i realized that instead of a note I had written a love poem to you. I had poured my heart out all over that fucking paper.
because that’s when it started… i was alone and lost and in the dark but i was looking for the right. it’s right over my shoulder, all i have to do it turn around.
but i remember you. i remember that game we used to play. how we traded cards. rode bikes. climbed to the 12th branch of that tree…
the flashbacks just won’t stop. it’d be nice of they stopped, but they wont. good times, bad times, screwy times, crazy times, it all melds together after a while to a thing called the past. but now and again, like a flash of lightning, the flashbacks come back, bright, burning, into your mind, and all you can do is gasp.
She thought back to the day when the earth disappeared and G*d took her in His arms, carrying her away from everything and everyone she had known before. And she knew then and there THIS would be forever. That this love would endure everything.
Flashback. Ich habe die Flasche an der Backe. So. Es ist egal, wie es mir heute damit geht. Ihm ist es egal. Es ist ein Gefühl als wäre mein Kiefergelenk ausgekugelt. Wie es geschieht, wenn ich auf Glas beiße. Hartes Glas, keine Splitter. Der Boden von einer Flasche.
She was dragged into flashback after flashback: sitting on the floor of her bathroom crying her eyes out. Hiding under her bed, trying to avoid her father’s rage.
The flashback of the mine going off several feel away from him kept haunting him every night. If it weren’t for his closest buddy walking ahead of the group, none would have survived. It was his sacrifice that allowed them to live.
i am sitting on a boat, with all of my loved ones and i am young! really young! and it feels great, my entire family is around me, even those deceased, and i am happy… (woooosh)… im just on my sofa with my laptop :( oh well..
I didn’t know what to do at first. I mean, what I had just seen truly rocked my world to it’s core. There was a moment of stillness; it seemed like it lasted for an eternity. Then it hit me. When someone flashes you, there’s nothing much left to do but….flash back. /pun :[
flashbacks make me think of old movies – how they won’t reveal everything that they know when they first see it, but later, they will say, “oh, but remember this!” and then you are sort of left feeling out of the loop. like you weren’t good enough to be let in on the story.
It’s kind of scary….where my mind will go when I let it. Sometimes I’ll see a commercial on TV or something, and I can remember a dream I had in second grade where the kid sitting next to me in math was dating a girl I liked. I can only think, how many other lost items are tucked away in my subconscious? Scary…
when i was still a kid i would think that all times before my birth were ancient history, and to a certain extent, i still feel this way. but looking back 20 years now, i can still remember how it felt to be around back then and it certainly doesn’t seem ancient. i can only imagine that the continuum of time stretches back similarly for everyone older than me. this must be something every “adult” figures out in his/her own time. it only took me 30 years.
when i was still a kid i would think that all times before my birth were ancient history, and to a certain extent, i still feel this way. but looking back 20 years now, i can still remember how it felt to be around back then and it certainly doesn’t seem ancient. i can only imagine that the continuum of time stretches back similarly for everyone older than men. this must be something every “adult” figures out in their own time. it only took me 30 years.
posters of the new album from yeasayer lined the hallways when i was college. the goat god you by the throat and you didnt really try to resist he just carried you into the woods and dropped you off next to a stump where you woke up with a candy pipe in your mouth and five angry dwarves suggesting treason. It was really truly the best of times, and not the worst.
“I’ve been called a good ol’ boy throughout my life, and sometimes I like to drink whiskey and rye with my fellow good ol’ boys. I don’t know why, but whenever we do, we assume that we will die that day, and we express this feeling through song. I don’t think I’m going to drink whiskey and rye anymore.”
I thought about voilent sex. A bit sinister I know. But flashback doesn’t make me think of pleasant memories, just harsh, unwanted ones that buzz around your head when you don’t want them to. I’m not sure if that’s good or bad.
It was yesterday I was walking down the river, barefoot, with the sunshine booming down and the wind tickling my hair. The orange peace-dragon handed me a bologna sandwich and a ginger ale, asking me to chew properly or I will get indigestion. I proclaimed I could not eat the bologna, since I’ve been a vegetarian since my mid-20s. Then I remembered I also haven’t done acid since my mid-20s either. Flashbacks are the gift that keep on giving.
Looking at the pale whitewashed walls, she sighed. This was her own asylum, in it’s own convoluted way. “Que the flashback.” she whispered to no visible being. And while nothing came, she relaxed, knowing she at least had no past to haunt her.
Memories. Of a time where you weren’t so rather, stupid. When things were simple, that message; that kiss. The party, which I hated but I had you so it was ok. That time at the park, that field. That staircase. That time I told you I loved you more then anything and you believed me just for that minute.
The world spun for a moment as she flashbacked to the last time she had seen the room.
she laughs and lets her hair down before tumbling down the hill and coming to an abrupt stop at the bottom and sitting up. her name is jaime, and she is my best friend that is so beautiful i can’t help but wonder why she is jealous of me. she has the world, who could want more than that?
“elsa.”
i come back to reality and look around. there she is, but she doesn’t want me anymore. she’s happy in her new life, and i guess i have to be happy now but only because i love her.
I see a light. I see a person turn. And for a minute, I’m back in time to see a little girl go running through the grass. Why can’t she still be here? Flashback.
i flashback to the day i graduated 6th grade. my whole grade, 40 students, sporting royal blue gowns, with fancy hair and new shoes. we walked up the stairs to the stage and sat down. one by one, they called our names to receive our diplomas. the whole world seemed to slow down and focus on that one moment when she said my name.
“Taylor…”
Bright white lights, a woosh, and you’re back in the past. But only for a few minutes, whether it’s bad (so then you’re happy it’s over) or good (so then you want it to last longer/forever, depending on the moment).
Then
poof!
in the present and you’re confused or upset or maybe nauseous because you shouldn’t have time-jumped on a full stomach.
When I close my eyes I see the past. A flashback of a fun time, a moment that defined me as the person I am today. A friend, a lover, a family member past. All alive in my memories.
I always wanted to know what it was like before I was born. I wish my parents had had flashbacks and could have taken me with them. It would have been a blast.
Flashback
Almost like deja vu
Suddenly revisiting the past
Caught in the moment
The sites, the sounds
But most importantly
The feeling
I had a flashback of the storm that we had last year and I laughed about it. It was great, and I remember it like it was yesterday. I think it was the best storm I have yet to see. Tornadoes, thunder, hail, rain, wind, everything. It was amazing. I want it to happen again, so bad. haha.
So many that they beging to feel like flashforwards. Time changes. So many that they…
I closed my eyes and leanded back in my seat as I watched the silent film of flashbacks began to play behind my eyelids. There was just so much that I regretted.
I was dancing dancing , dancing the night a way… then I suddenly got a flashback of youre face.
I just had a flashback to when I was a kid, swinging in the swings at the park with the wind in my hair. I want to do that again. I’m going to the park right now.
i’ve not had a big writing day today – too much going on, too grumpy, not enough time. but flashback to just a couple of months ago and realize that you weren’t writing anything at all! so even this brief 60 seconds (coupled with the 30 minutes of morning pages this morning means you are writing an enormous amount compared to the past…
i was sitting down the other day, sifting through memories collected from the last six years. with the reading of the words i’d written as a thirteen year old i had a flashback of who i once was. it hurt.
The images flew rapidly through my head: a melted popsicle on the sidewalk at my grandmother’s house, a long trail of chalk drawings around the corner, a kennel full of puppies for sale at the Qwik-Pac, and a series of memories involving my lost brother an the day he went missing.
I had a flashback to the day i sat down to write you a note, in tears and very upset, and when I finished i realized that instead of a note I had written a love poem to you. I had poured my heart out all over that fucking paper.
because that’s when it started… i was alone and lost and in the dark but i was looking for the right. it’s right over my shoulder, all i have to do it turn around.
but i remember you. i remember that game we used to play. how we traded cards. rode bikes. climbed to the 12th branch of that tree…
the flashbacks just won’t stop. it’d be nice of they stopped, but they wont. good times, bad times, screwy times, crazy times, it all melds together after a while to a thing called the past. but now and again, like a flash of lightning, the flashbacks come back, bright, burning, into your mind, and all you can do is gasp.
She thought back to the day when the earth disappeared and G*d took her in His arms, carrying her away from everything and everyone she had known before. And she knew then and there THIS would be forever. That this love would endure everything.
It came suddenly,
the picture frame with his smiling
wife and kids.
And he smiled, the only option
as his car sped
off the bridge.
Flashback. Ich habe die Flasche an der Backe. So. Es ist egal, wie es mir heute damit geht. Ihm ist es egal. Es ist ein Gefühl als wäre mein Kiefergelenk ausgekugelt. Wie es geschieht, wenn ich auf Glas beiße. Hartes Glas, keine Splitter. Der Boden von einer Flasche.
She was dragged into flashback after flashback: sitting on the floor of her bathroom crying her eyes out. Hiding under her bed, trying to avoid her father’s rage.
Memories. There are so many we remember so vividly, and there are so many we wished we remembered vividly.
Just another reminder to cherish the times you have with people. You never know when it could be your last.
The flashback of the mine going off several feel away from him kept haunting him every night. If it weren’t for his closest buddy walking ahead of the group, none would have survived. It was his sacrifice that allowed them to live.
today i had a flashback to when i was a little girl in san francisco. all the lovely hippies and the drugs that could string you out in a heartbeat.
i am sitting on a boat, with all of my loved ones and i am young! really young! and it feels great, my entire family is around me, even those deceased, and i am happy… (woooosh)… im just on my sofa with my laptop :( oh well..
I didn’t know what to do at first. I mean, what I had just seen truly rocked my world to it’s core. There was a moment of stillness; it seemed like it lasted for an eternity. Then it hit me. When someone flashes you, there’s nothing much left to do but….flash back. /pun :[
flashbacks make me think of old movies – how they won’t reveal everything that they know when they first see it, but later, they will say, “oh, but remember this!” and then you are sort of left feeling out of the loop. like you weren’t good enough to be let in on the story.
It’s kind of scary….where my mind will go when I let it. Sometimes I’ll see a commercial on TV or something, and I can remember a dream I had in second grade where the kid sitting next to me in math was dating a girl I liked. I can only think, how many other lost items are tucked away in my subconscious? Scary…
when i was still a kid i would think that all times before my birth were ancient history, and to a certain extent, i still feel this way. but looking back 20 years now, i can still remember how it felt to be around back then and it certainly doesn’t seem ancient. i can only imagine that the continuum of time stretches back similarly for everyone older than me. this must be something every “adult” figures out in his/her own time. it only took me 30 years.
when i was still a kid i would think that all times before my birth were ancient history, and to a certain extent, i still feel this way. but looking back 20 years now, i can still remember how it felt to be around back then and it certainly doesn’t seem ancient. i can only imagine that the continuum of time stretches back similarly for everyone older than men. this must be something every “adult” figures out in their own time. it only took me 30 years.
The flashback to a time when she sat at her grandpa’s side in his orange vinyl chair, warmed her heart – she knew she was his favorite and most loved.
The memory came suddenly. I was only six. It was a very quiet night eerily quiet.
posters of the new album from yeasayer lined the hallways when i was college. the goat god you by the throat and you didnt really try to resist he just carried you into the woods and dropped you off next to a stump where you woke up with a candy pipe in your mouth and five angry dwarves suggesting treason. It was really truly the best of times, and not the worst.
“I’ve been called a good ol’ boy throughout my life, and sometimes I like to drink whiskey and rye with my fellow good ol’ boys. I don’t know why, but whenever we do, we assume that we will die that day, and we express this feeling through song. I don’t think I’m going to drink whiskey and rye anymore.”
I thought about voilent sex. A bit sinister I know. But flashback doesn’t make me think of pleasant memories, just harsh, unwanted ones that buzz around your head when you don’t want them to. I’m not sure if that’s good or bad.
It was yesterday I was walking down the river, barefoot, with the sunshine booming down and the wind tickling my hair. The orange peace-dragon handed me a bologna sandwich and a ginger ale, asking me to chew properly or I will get indigestion. I proclaimed I could not eat the bologna, since I’ve been a vegetarian since my mid-20s. Then I remembered I also haven’t done acid since my mid-20s either. Flashbacks are the gift that keep on giving.
Looking at the pale whitewashed walls, she sighed. This was her own asylum, in it’s own convoluted way. “Que the flashback.” she whispered to no visible being. And while nothing came, she relaxed, knowing she at least had no past to haunt her.