I lay my head back against my pillow and watched the ceiling fan spin. The blaring white lights on the paneled ceiling hurt my eyes, so I shut them and let the medication pull me away into a blurry, dark world of memories.
Suddenly the surroundings melted away and formed a new world, a very familiar world.
Events that had once occurred began to occur again.
Feelings that had long since died boiled up again…
The image hit me like a brick. I was running…running…
“Stop!” a deep voice bellowed.
“Like that’s gonna happen,” I thought as my feet pounded the icy cold ground. I was getting weaker and weaker with every step. I was slowing down…”No!” I thought. “I have to make it!”
“NO!” I screamed, waking up. I was sweating. I didn’t need to remember how I got caught…how my life easily could have ended right then and there…
at times, a de javu occurs, bringing a memory flash back from the past, I swear I dreamed it, and then it happened. will I die when I run out of dreams to realize?
It all came back to the very beginning. She could see his coral lips, his upper lip coated with a film of sweat. His large, glassy eyes stood open like blank plates. Somewhere from inside him, a tremor made its way to the surface. His hands appeared to tremble.
flashback… it hurts to look back.. to think.. to know. to be reminded of the past, to go through the same things again… sudden glimpses of the same scenes.. but never the same feelings again.
I saw your face once. shining glaring at me. I hated you for what you represent. I loved you for who you are. That was before the world crashed in front of me
i had a flashback the other day, back to when times were good and you and i were in love and carefree. we didnt worry about everyone who wanted to fight you, or the people who screwed you and i over or the lawsuits people filed. it was just us. now its about sneaking around and being incognito and i wish we could go back in some ways, and in others we’ve grown so much and i dont ever want to lose you.
The sky burst into colors of blues, purples, greens and a deep magenta hole where the sun ought to have been. “Wow,” Carol cried into her mic as her P-32 fighter rolled through the dazzling sky. “Did someone just turn on a huge disco ball or am I having the mother of all flashbacks?” “Neither,” the reply came through her headset. “Just make it back to Base. If you can.”
it hits me with my past.. all those plays when i was a kid.. those luksong tinik, piko.. i love to be a kid again.. with has nothing to think but to enjoy each day!
oh flashback reminds me of black and white in movies
and random scenes from childhood which used to be really sweet
and how life is a bitch now :)
flashbacks are sad
flashback. playground swings. coke and vanilla ice cream. cotton candy and your very first kiss.
but now you’re twenty-one and life has passed you by. you’re stuck in yesterday, drunk today and hung-over tomorrow. you listen to songs that linger at the back of your mind and write poetry about love that never did happen. maybe it’s because you’re selfish and because you’re afraid to take risks.
boys. you never did figure them out. what’s the sense in starting now? you were always the wallflower. the bookworm. the nerd. the loser. the list goes on and on.
flashback. depression. prescription pills. thursdays and rain.
but now you’re still a girl-child. you never did grow up. caught in between denial and the truth. your heart is broken and I suppose it’s up to me to pick up the pieces.
I looked at Dimitri and experienced an immediate flashback: A dance, a school dance. Him. The emo boy Alysse seemed to be acting like a slut around, her new victim was the opposite of a victim. He was a straight out predator and she knew it–that’s why they were together.
i felt my body fail, it seemed to flashback to my day before when the city seemed like a epoch empire with rain pelting the concreate and people thrashing the pavement in leather shoes and overcoats.
I lifted up my arms to my head and rubbed my eyes, they watered and i lay back down.
The images run though my mind. I can’t handle this. I still find myself there. All the sights smells, the emotions running though my head. I’m still there. I haven’t left.
there he is… holding the flowers he just bought down the street… just because he thought I would like them. They’re perfect… and just like the promises he made… they’ll soon die
i smell you everywhere I go.
from the musty/B.O./gasoline smell of the subway
to the baking croissants at the cafe
to the crisp scent of lemonade in a can
He died and suddenly saw his entire life flash in front of him. The row houses, the coffee in his hand, the dead rat on the windowsill, and he realized that this was the wrong life. It wasn’t his. He wanted another one, a better one, and he wanted it right now. He deserved better.
Let’s flashback to another day. That day that was hot and humid and the sweat stuck to our skin like a layer of sultry slime. That day when we lazed around, you and me together under the sky. That day I kissed you and you didn’t kiss me back.
going back in time to see what problems we have made for ourselves and others. seeing how much of a piece of shit we are and seeing just how many times we ruined our lives and the lives of everyone we love.
FLASHBACKS, a tricky thing to investigate. Why does the mind do this? Why does it recall certain events and not others? I could not tell you why, but I could tell you that I was certainly having one and it was not pleasant.
It was a typical Hollywood day, and by that I mean it was perfect. The sun was out radiating warmth, the wind blowing through my short sandy hair and avatars on that reflected a perfect cerulean sky.
I drove down the road thinking of all the time we had spent in these places. The good times, the stupid fights. We’ve come so far and still it’s like every day is a flashback. We can’t go forward and don’t want to go back.
flashback. childhood. easy, fun, no worries, no stress. just life in the moment. happiness with toys, sunny days, pretty flowers and a kiss on the cheek from your mommy and daddy. flashbacks, memories, remembering the times we learned what we know now. but how do we use what we know now? most of us don’t. but using what we learned in these flashbacks and turning it into the way we base our actions today may be life changing. it may be what makes these flashbacks reappear. and that happiness we once felt, is one again felt, and once again lived. flashback.
White. This is when it starts.
Green. This is what I see.
Black. This is what I feel right now.
Red. This is what I want to see right now.
I hate you in the past for being so attractive.
I hate you in the present for being so charming.
I hate you through all of it for being such an asshole.
I hate myself for falling for it.
Das Licht leuchtet zurück. Es antwortet. Ich blinzle es an. Es blinzelt zurück. Ich staune. Wo kommt es her? Wo will es hin? Was will es mir sagen? Wieder zigtausend Fragen…
when i was in class 9 i went to rdc
class 8 to cricket district and then college after colg i met my dearest purvi these are few of the greatest thing i happened to me…………
when we think of the past, during the present. can be happy or sad.
:)
I lay my head back against my pillow and watched the ceiling fan spin. The blaring white lights on the paneled ceiling hurt my eyes, so I shut them and let the medication pull me away into a blurry, dark world of memories.
Suddenly the surroundings melted away and formed a new world, a very familiar world.
Events that had once occurred began to occur again.
Feelings that had long since died boiled up again…
He remembered the day it happened. He shuttered and tried to hold back tears. It was all coming back to him so fast.
I did this one late last night. I only flashed back here to see what I wrote and to read a bunch of them that I missed. Flashback. Yeah.
The image hit me like a brick. I was running…running…
“Stop!” a deep voice bellowed.
“Like that’s gonna happen,” I thought as my feet pounded the icy cold ground. I was getting weaker and weaker with every step. I was slowing down…”No!” I thought. “I have to make it!”
“NO!” I screamed, waking up. I was sweating. I didn’t need to remember how I got caught…how my life easily could have ended right then and there…
at times, a de javu occurs, bringing a memory flash back from the past, I swear I dreamed it, and then it happened. will I die when I run out of dreams to realize?
It all came back to the very beginning. She could see his coral lips, his upper lip coated with a film of sweat. His large, glassy eyes stood open like blank plates. Somewhere from inside him, a tremor made its way to the surface. His hands appeared to tremble.
flashback… it hurts to look back.. to think.. to know. to be reminded of the past, to go through the same things again… sudden glimpses of the same scenes.. but never the same feelings again.
I saw your face once. shining glaring at me. I hated you for what you represent. I loved you for who you are. That was before the world crashed in front of me
A return to the past. Generally it’s a vision that correlates with a current event which is thus the reason for it. Sometimes they are traumatizing.
Going back in time is nigh impossible. The mind plays tricks on one, making the sky more blue, the wine more sweet, and the voice more gentle.
i had a flashback the other day, back to when times were good and you and i were in love and carefree. we didnt worry about everyone who wanted to fight you, or the people who screwed you and i over or the lawsuits people filed. it was just us. now its about sneaking around and being incognito and i wish we could go back in some ways, and in others we’ve grown so much and i dont ever want to lose you.
The sky burst into colors of blues, purples, greens and a deep magenta hole where the sun ought to have been. “Wow,” Carol cried into her mic as her P-32 fighter rolled through the dazzling sky. “Did someone just turn on a huge disco ball or am I having the mother of all flashbacks?” “Neither,” the reply came through her headset. “Just make it back to Base. If you can.”
it hits me with my past.. all those plays when i was a kid.. those luksong tinik, piko.. i love to be a kid again.. with has nothing to think but to enjoy each day!
oh flashback reminds me of black and white in movies
and random scenes from childhood which used to be really sweet
and how life is a bitch now :)
flashbacks are sad
flashback. playground swings. coke and vanilla ice cream. cotton candy and your very first kiss.
but now you’re twenty-one and life has passed you by. you’re stuck in yesterday, drunk today and hung-over tomorrow. you listen to songs that linger at the back of your mind and write poetry about love that never did happen. maybe it’s because you’re selfish and because you’re afraid to take risks.
boys. you never did figure them out. what’s the sense in starting now? you were always the wallflower. the bookworm. the nerd. the loser. the list goes on and on.
flashback. depression. prescription pills. thursdays and rain.
but now you’re still a girl-child. you never did grow up. caught in between denial and the truth. your heart is broken and I suppose it’s up to me to pick up the pieces.
I looked at Dimitri and experienced an immediate flashback: A dance, a school dance. Him. The emo boy Alysse seemed to be acting like a slut around, her new victim was the opposite of a victim. He was a straight out predator and she knew it–that’s why they were together.
i felt my body fail, it seemed to flashback to my day before when the city seemed like a epoch empire with rain pelting the concreate and people thrashing the pavement in leather shoes and overcoats.
I lifted up my arms to my head and rubbed my eyes, they watered and i lay back down.
The images run though my mind. I can’t handle this. I still find myself there. All the sights smells, the emotions running though my head. I’m still there. I haven’t left.
there he is… holding the flowers he just bought down the street… just because he thought I would like them. They’re perfect… and just like the promises he made… they’ll soon die
i smell you everywhere I go.
from the musty/B.O./gasoline smell of the subway
to the baking croissants at the cafe
to the crisp scent of lemonade in a can
He lived his life in a series of flashbacks–ten, twenty, thirty years–in the past.
He died and suddenly saw his entire life flash in front of him. The row houses, the coffee in his hand, the dead rat on the windowsill, and he realized that this was the wrong life. It wasn’t his. He wanted another one, a better one, and he wanted it right now. He deserved better.
Let’s flashback to another day. That day that was hot and humid and the sweat stuck to our skin like a layer of sultry slime. That day when we lazed around, you and me together under the sky. That day I kissed you and you didn’t kiss me back.
going back in time to see what problems we have made for ourselves and others. seeing how much of a piece of shit we are and seeing just how many times we ruined our lives and the lives of everyone we love.
I have many flashbacks to the good ole days and all the laughs and pain we shared. i cherish my flashbacks as if they were diamonds.
To realize theres plenty in the past and a demand for it in the future, you must realize you can loose it in a flash.
FLASHBACKS, a tricky thing to investigate. Why does the mind do this? Why does it recall certain events and not others? I could not tell you why, but I could tell you that I was certainly having one and it was not pleasant.
It was a typical Hollywood day, and by that I mean it was perfect. The sun was out radiating warmth, the wind blowing through my short sandy hair and avatars on that reflected a perfect cerulean sky.
memories, down memory lane, movies, boring, getting scolded at school
the good old days
Here i am sitting alone staring at an f-word. Flashes of my english classes whizz by…Ah the words we’ve learnt ever since..
here i am sitting in by cubicle starting at an f word
I drove down the road thinking of all the time we had spent in these places. The good times, the stupid fights. We’ve come so far and still it’s like every day is a flashback. We can’t go forward and don’t want to go back.
I have them all the time. When I pass by an area and I remember exactly what happen, what we talked about years ago.
flashback. childhood. easy, fun, no worries, no stress. just life in the moment. happiness with toys, sunny days, pretty flowers and a kiss on the cheek from your mommy and daddy. flashbacks, memories, remembering the times we learned what we know now. but how do we use what we know now? most of us don’t. but using what we learned in these flashbacks and turning it into the way we base our actions today may be life changing. it may be what makes these flashbacks reappear. and that happiness we once felt, is one again felt, and once again lived. flashback.
flashback… FLASHBACK… FFLLLAAASSSHHHBBBAAACCCKKK!!!
I had a flashback of a time when life wasn’t so hard. It really didn’t matter when, it just seemed that now was as hard as I could remember.
White. This is when it starts.
Green. This is what I see.
Black. This is what I feel right now.
Red. This is what I want to see right now.
I hate you in the past for being so attractive.
I hate you in the present for being so charming.
I hate you through all of it for being such an asshole.
I hate myself for falling for it.
Das Licht leuchtet zurück. Es antwortet. Ich blinzle es an. Es blinzelt zurück. Ich staune. Wo kommt es her? Wo will es hin? Was will es mir sagen? Wieder zigtausend Fragen…
when i was in class 9 i went to rdc
class 8 to cricket district and then college after colg i met my dearest purvi these are few of the greatest thing i happened to me…………