flashback to two years ago and she saw herself a smiling little kid. Her dad used to take her to the park on Saturdays and there they would eat ice cream on the swing.
Pain, Hell, guilt, regret. Can’t I just go home? I don’t want to deal with these things anymore. Everything else is dead… why can’t these memories die too?
flashback is like backtraced . because bitches i fucking backtraced your rude comments and now the cyber police is gunna get all you haterz so stop sending me fucking death threats god you fucking ignorant people but wait im eleven so i dont know what ignorant means
i think back of the day my baby was born. just 41 days ago but it certainly seems like a lifetime!
i remember details yet cannot remember the drive to the hospital… strange
thinking and dreaming about the past is just an excuse to not make more memories to replace the old ones but no one knows that memories can never be replaced.
When I was five, and you were six, we were in love.
And I rode on your handlebars, you you bullied me in a way that was endearing.
We dont talk anymore.
I turned to my left and chased the shadows I saw but no matter how far I ran they never seemed to let up. If only in flashbacks I could change the past. If only.
They say life flashbacks come to you when you are dying. All my life I secretly laughed at those idiots- how were they to know? But here I lay, bleeding on the street floor, the culprit being a shiny BMW strayed on the sidewalk- and I watched the unforgettable moments flash before my eyes, each more painful than the last.
I had a flashback to the time before I mourned you, the time before I lost you, the time where the sun was still the sun and the sky still hung above my head. It was a flash, a flash of brilliance, a flash of light.
wow i saw that word and went into one okay here it is. . . dark and rainy story book funeral her baby crying aloud while others weep in silence in morning but not to sad she wouldent want us to . . . RIP NICOLE
The memories ripped through his mind as he flipped the pages of the centuries old leather-bound book. Everything she had written he tried desperately to put an image to. She had not been the same in those days and it pained him to try to recall the hours before her untimely death. He inhaled sharply, the vivid flashbacks only tightening the knot in his tiny chest.
I had a flashback. I was sitting by a river. The grass was cool, the sun was warm and she was there. In all her beauty. She was radiant. Her laugh was infectious. Her smile was tremendous. That day was perfect.
That’s what happens when your mind goes blank, and you think of all the memories you had.
Both good and bad.
Is that a good thing? Sometimes it isn’t. You start feeling regret… and anger… and soon, you start thinking if your life now is what is the best for you.
Frozen in flashback, she was aware of people speaking to her, but felt the vibrations of their voices as booming in water, and saw them as far-off ripples. All that was vivid were the screams of that day, and the blood.
The flashback began when i entered the room, it felt as if i was back in time 10 years ago. You were holding my hand, and my veins were flowing with a liquid that wasn’t blood, something that made me feel lighter than air. You were there and thats all I cared about then, I wish it was still the same, the same old me is back in that room 10 years ago.
volcanic trash talk spewing, I’m a frenzy of spider monkeys chewing. spit flies, shit dies, hit the lights and break the ice. it’s 1970 kid we’re back up front and setting up shop.
it’s burning and suffocating and there’s no room to think or breathe between the moment
when your spine collapses and your toes curl but you can feel faintly through the shivers the
rough ends of fingers up and down your arms like spindles like puncture wounds like
incurable diseases.
and then your eyes flicker open again, rapidly; taking in the dust filtering under the windowsill
with a change of color.
Just like that is all started flooding back. He didn’t know how he could have forgotten her beautiful eyes, or her wonderful smile. How could he have forgotten how at home she made him feel? He could remember now all that he missed about her.
I sat on my old front stoop today.
And like every Hallmark Channel movie, a thousand moments flashed before me
I saw every person who I had shared that step with.
The hugs exchanged, the slurpees drank, the tears that flowed
It was all there
A silly sepia toned montage in my mind.
Flashbacks to olden days, golden days, happier tmes, and sad times too.. my fave flashback is when I run away to America to meet a man I met online, and fell head over heels in love with him.. I never really got over him, maybe one day but maybe not..
In previous lives I took my time to live and these are the memories which appear to me suddenly in these present moments. It appears so vacant now, only an image, a fleeting representation of such strong feelings, such liveliness. I can barely comprehend.
pretending to be asleep while my mother was helping my dad study and all i can remember is trying to figure out the answers she was asking my dad; the leap that required faith in myself during rockclimbing; hellpaso; driving; the color red vanishing intogreen somedays; will farrell when he was over played; searching for music; not being able to save money; needing resources; spending so much time on school work(for nothing); anxiety; talking to God; just being there….that was the weirdest one of em all.
I was having a flashback about…something. Nothing really. Flashback…flashback…haha, flashback. You can tell when one’s coming when watching a tv show or a movie. And now…flashback.
Flashbacks are strange things when they actually happen to you. Mostly you view flashbacks in movies as a way to give background to a story. But sometimes, once in a blue moon it is possible to have a flashback of your own, giving you some type of insight to your life based on passed experiences.
Flashbacks are what keep me going. Delving into the good old days….. I have just a handful of them and I live and relive those days again and again. I know they are never going to come back.
The memory was terrible, a raunchy blur of drunken movement, ripped sheets and broken lamps. There was yelling, screaming, slapping; a brutal flashback of the night prior.
Sitting there, I thought of all the good things she had done for people, how faithful she was, how many peoples’ lives she affected; all the good things. Not the fact that she let cancer eat her up when she had six years to do something. That wasn’t important anymore. She was dying.
one time in school i got my pants pulled down. I was giving a presentation about dinosaurs and my friend came up and yanked them to my ankles. I forgot to wear underpants that day so the class of 22 saw my genitalia. i missed 3 days of school….elementary school sucked
flashback to two years ago and she saw herself a smiling little kid. Her dad used to take her to the park on Saturdays and there they would eat ice cream on the swing.
Pain, Hell, guilt, regret. Can’t I just go home? I don’t want to deal with these things anymore. Everything else is dead… why can’t these memories die too?
I looked in the mirror, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
His hands on my face… his hands in my hair, on my cheeks, holding me, grasping me.
I couldn’t stop thinking. The flashback… it wouldn’t leave me alone. I never wanted to think about this again. But it was only a flash.
And when the flash was over, I missed it.
Chocolate chip pancakes.
Mac & Cheese.
A hummingbird.
A ticket stub.
Cheap Sunglasses.
To be surprised.
A pizza crust.
Vintage Ties.
When Will I see you?
You tell me.
Burberry Touch.
A kiss upon his cheek.
Hazel Eyes.
White Chocolate.
Banana, Strawberry.
Goodnight Darling.
One. One. One. One.
A wish
A dream
Of what we could be
But for today
Just a flashback
A memory
flashback is like backtraced . because bitches i fucking backtraced your rude comments and now the cyber police is gunna get all you haterz so stop sending me fucking death threats god you fucking ignorant people but wait im eleven so i dont know what ignorant means
i think back of the day my baby was born. just 41 days ago but it certainly seems like a lifetime!
i remember details yet cannot remember the drive to the hospital… strange
i’ll be the one to decide my past and present even though my own future is cannot be controlled. there really is no such thing as destiny.
thinking and dreaming about the past is just an excuse to not make more memories to replace the old ones but no one knows that memories can never be replaced.
When I was five, and you were six, we were in love.
And I rode on your handlebars, you you bullied me in a way that was endearing.
We dont talk anymore.
It hits me as I drive: the memory of the house, the stairs, the door, your face as we lie on pillows, lost in the gaze of intent.
I turned to my left and chased the shadows I saw but no matter how far I ran they never seemed to let up. If only in flashbacks I could change the past. If only.
I keep trying to take these moments and turn them into flashbacks while I’m still in them.
If I can just remember…. If it’s only worthy of being remembered…..
but what is a good time to remember? I could be having a new moment.
They say life flashbacks come to you when you are dying. All my life I secretly laughed at those idiots- how were they to know? But here I lay, bleeding on the street floor, the culprit being a shiny BMW strayed on the sidewalk- and I watched the unforgettable moments flash before my eyes, each more painful than the last.
I had a flashback to the time before I mourned you, the time before I lost you, the time where the sun was still the sun and the sky still hung above my head. It was a flash, a flash of brilliance, a flash of light.
wow i saw that word and went into one okay here it is. . . dark and rainy story book funeral her baby crying aloud while others weep in silence in morning but not to sad she wouldent want us to . . . RIP NICOLE
It crossed his mind, and his thoughts raced wildly into oblivion, visions that had already passed reappearing and blurring fast around his mind’s eye.
The memories ripped through his mind as he flipped the pages of the centuries old leather-bound book. Everything she had written he tried desperately to put an image to. She had not been the same in those days and it pained him to try to recall the hours before her untimely death. He inhaled sharply, the vivid flashbacks only tightening the knot in his tiny chest.
I had a flashback. I was sitting by a river. The grass was cool, the sun was warm and she was there. In all her beauty. She was radiant. Her laugh was infectious. Her smile was tremendous. That day was perfect.
It was the last time I would see her.
Flashback.
That’s what happens when your mind goes blank, and you think of all the memories you had.
Both good and bad.
Is that a good thing? Sometimes it isn’t. You start feeling regret… and anger… and soon, you start thinking if your life now is what is the best for you.
Frozen in flashback, she was aware of people speaking to her, but felt the vibrations of their voices as booming in water, and saw them as far-off ripples. All that was vivid were the screams of that day, and the blood.
Every single cup of tea she drinks makes her have flashbacks of you. Y-O-U.
She held the flask to her lips, the warm liquid burning down an esophagus already raw from vomiting… She hated remembering Saturdays.
memories are flooding in rapidly, given a smell in the air or a certain sound. maybe children laughing or the smell of gingerbread
The flashback began when i entered the room, it felt as if i was back in time 10 years ago. You were holding my hand, and my veins were flowing with a liquid that wasn’t blood, something that made me feel lighter than air. You were there and thats all I cared about then, I wish it was still the same, the same old me is back in that room 10 years ago.
volcanic trash talk spewing, I’m a frenzy of spider monkeys chewing. spit flies, shit dies, hit the lights and break the ice. it’s 1970 kid we’re back up front and setting up shop.
it’s burning and suffocating and there’s no room to think or breathe between the moment
when your spine collapses and your toes curl but you can feel faintly through the shivers the
rough ends of fingers up and down your arms like spindles like puncture wounds like
incurable diseases.
and then your eyes flicker open again, rapidly; taking in the dust filtering under the windowsill
with a change of color.
a flashback is like a photo. glimpses and pieces. good times, bad times. times you want to remember and some you wish you could forget.
Just like that is all started flooding back. He didn’t know how he could have forgotten her beautiful eyes, or her wonderful smile. How could he have forgotten how at home she made him feel? He could remember now all that he missed about her.
I sat on my old front stoop today.
And like every Hallmark Channel movie, a thousand moments flashed before me
I saw every person who I had shared that step with.
The hugs exchanged, the slurpees drank, the tears that flowed
It was all there
A silly sepia toned montage in my mind.
Flashbacks to olden days, golden days, happier tmes, and sad times too.. my fave flashback is when I run away to America to meet a man I met online, and fell head over heels in love with him.. I never really got over him, maybe one day but maybe not..
In previous lives I took my time to live and these are the memories which appear to me suddenly in these present moments. It appears so vacant now, only an image, a fleeting representation of such strong feelings, such liveliness. I can barely comprehend.
pretending to be asleep while my mother was helping my dad study and all i can remember is trying to figure out the answers she was asking my dad; the leap that required faith in myself during rockclimbing; hellpaso; driving; the color red vanishing intogreen somedays; will farrell when he was over played; searching for music; not being able to save money; needing resources; spending so much time on school work(for nothing); anxiety; talking to God; just being there….that was the weirdest one of em all.
I was having a flashback about…something. Nothing really. Flashback…flashback…haha, flashback. You can tell when one’s coming when watching a tv show or a movie. And now…flashback.
Flashbacks are strange things when they actually happen to you. Mostly you view flashbacks in movies as a way to give background to a story. But sometimes, once in a blue moon it is possible to have a flashback of your own, giving you some type of insight to your life based on passed experiences.
Flashbacks are what keep me going. Delving into the good old days….. I have just a handful of them and I live and relive those days again and again. I know they are never going to come back.
The memory was terrible, a raunchy blur of drunken movement, ripped sheets and broken lamps. There was yelling, screaming, slapping; a brutal flashback of the night prior.
Sitting there, I thought of all the good things she had done for people, how faithful she was, how many peoples’ lives she affected; all the good things. Not the fact that she let cancer eat her up when she had six years to do something. That wasn’t important anymore. She was dying.
Paul had a flashback, suddenly. He imagined the good old days, with John, George, Ringo, and him sitting around a fireplace. Brian was with them, too.
one time in school i got my pants pulled down. I was giving a presentation about dinosaurs and my friend came up and yanked them to my ankles. I forgot to wear underpants that day so the class of 22 saw my genitalia. i missed 3 days of school….elementary school sucked
i’m tired of spending birthdays alone and jaded.