dont remember me for one second.
i’m just a dash on your computer screen,
i’m just a flicker on your television.
I’ll be the horse i the field whilst your sat on the train.
Dont remember me, numb your memory and your sensory.
grasp at something else for once
and just forget.
Forget wheat you see. Forget what you know. This is reality; this is where dreams begin, as you sleep in your bed, your pillow upon what you think is reality, and your dreams nothing more than figments of your imagination.
WRONG!!
Your world is the dream, and what you dream is reality. Forget your world, rely on my words. I am more than a dream figure; I am YOU in the DREMAING.
it is never a pleasant time to let you go. the sound of your voice. the intensity of your depth. the time is near. I cannot let you go. The past that reacts to my every thought. I can not tell this from the present. Lost in you. lost in us.
tough, these days, not to let words slip your mind, when so many get thrown at you in a split second. Driving throught the streets, I realise that many of the impressions, just pass by me. Never even reaching my full attention.
I wish I could forget the turmoils and troubles of everyday life, but if I did so, I’d lose the most important bits of my lifestyle as well. Without them, even the most wonderful things in the world would lose their shine as well.
I could not really think of the last time I had seen her. I had forgotten. Just forgotten. But her curly hair, her smile, her legs kept running into my mind, and this did not stop until I found myself at her door. Waiting for her smile
i can’t forget how much i love you, how much you meant to be… how much you still mean to me. Forgetting you, would mean for me to stop loving you and that will never happen. You were the best thing ever for my life and my memories. I don’t know how to experience my future without you. I love you daddy.
forget.it’s what I seem to be doing a lot of these days. Old age, the fact that I’ve given up caffeine, the fact that these days I find myself caring less and less about what I’m doing. It’s too easy to “forget”. I’m lucky I’ve been able to get away with it so far. Hopefully I change my views.
How would I forget this word? So meaningful. For get(ing) something? To get something?
I fear my play on words isn’t making sense for a native English. I am French, so my writing is just some babbling.
Forget is something that a lot of people would lije to do but its something that scares me more than anything else. One day I won’t be able to remember the happiness that little things can create and then I’ll be a grown up. Worse, I’ll be an old grown up. With Alzheimers.
I awoke grogilly, peering round the room not knowing where I was.. or who I was for that matter. Looking around the dingy room I found myself in, I noted the mouldering curtains, single filthy bed I was lying on and the boarded up solitary window.
forget…I wish I could forget the last year and all the pain it has brought me. But to do that would mean that I would also be forgetting the last seven and half years and all the joy and
forgeting something shouldnt be done. the things that you cant get out of your mind the first few days, are meant to be thought about, and meant to be there. forgive, but not forget, because dont ever forget the pain something has ever caused you before. people never forget, even if they dont mention it after a while, it’s still in the back of their minds, and you know that it’ll always be there.
To forgive and forget is what people always say you should do to recover from getting hurt. You can always forgive, but you will never forget. The word has a meaning that is an action of the mind, a mental action that cannot be done. The word means the same as Impossible.
I had a dream this morning that I’d rather forget. I think it was because of the large curry dish my girlfriend and I ate at 10p last night. I guess I’ll add that to my list of things not to eat before bed. Right up there with pickles. Oh… and sourkraut.
Forget about what you have done. There’s nothing more to think about. It’s gone, it’s behind you now. Forget everything and anything about it. Leave the tears of pain upon your face to dry. Some things you will remember. But this you forget.
Don’t forget. Don’t forget me. Don’t forget to wash your hands. Don’t forget your keys. Don’t forget to eat. Don’t forget to feed the cat. Don’t forget me.
I forgot what it was like to look into the eyes of the man I loved. His deep, dark eyes penetrated my soul and all I could think was how much I’d missed him. After that, HOT COFFEE!
The same color as his eyes, he drank the coffee slowly, still staring at me. He is so smokin’ hot. Too like the coffee.
Oh, no. I’m looking at my coffee. Look at him.
once there was a girl who forgot her birthday. she grew old and wrinkled but never did she fall in spirit. young is what i am and young is all I’ll be. great happiness can come from forgetting.
Why do we as humans choose to forget our past experiences. there is something about the past that we need to remember, be it failures or successes. Then again, the ability to forget things in our pasts and move into a more productive future is an ability that should not be taken lightly. Then there are the minor things we forget because we are morally bankrupt creatures.
fklof;psrd lomg tptje jam jel;p jen help jump tv door phone car telephone bed computet long short toll tell mop more me you that this those him her it was she he it what was
It had been entirely too long since the accident. Everyone had changed and nothing was the way it should be. He turned to the mirror and starred at the image reflected back at him and turned back over with tears in his face. Why had something like this happened to him and when would the constant reminder go away. It wasn’t fair. Life was supposed to be something easy. Slipping into a deep depressive sleep the boy tried to remember better times.
i forget how it feels to not
think about him. i am now.
i wonder if there has been one
day since the end that i havent
thought about him. everyday i think
“HEH, NOT TODAY” but of course just
thinking that counts as thinking
of him. i will never know. but
i do like thinking of the other.
I forgot what I was supposed to be doing.. writing about forget I guess? I once forget my mind.. lost it perhaps.. I kind of like this idea of writing about forget for sixty seconds. It makes me .. forget .. what I was supposed to be doing prior to writing about forget. Hmm. It probably involved work of some description. So I’m getting paid for a minute to write about one word – forget.
I always forget stuff. I’m bad at that sort of thing. I’m great on tests at remembering things, but my cell phone? Dammit. Glasses? Where the fuck are they? I don’t get how my brain works like this.
memory’s an elusive thing. we try hard not to forget because to forget is to lose our identity. forgetting is fear. forgetting is the absence of everything we’ve ever accrued in our lives. our husbands, our wives, our high school achievements, our first scar, our first kiss, our last birthday. to forget is to lose track of what it meant to have lived your life. it’s why alzhiemer’s scares more people than cancer. because cancer just takes a person away. alzheimer’s takes a life away. a personality.
I never will. It’s been scarred into my flesh. Forgetfullness is an admission of defeat. Forgiveness may be divine, but forgetting is weakness. It means you never learned. It may as well be an invitation for others to wrong you as you’ve been wronged before. A revolving door for thieves.
i like to forge t the things i think are the things i need to forget. but later i realized that all that i truly need to forget is how embarassed i feel, how bad those thoughts and memories had made me react, and move on to remember. to remember is to truly forget, and to forget is to not know who you are. and where you came from.
I don’t remember whats going on. uhmmm. when you can’t recall, and things dont make much sense anymore. it happens when you drink. it also happens in real life. submit.
What? Who? Why doesn’t anything make sense? I thought I told you, I know I did, but why are we all here? This is a mess? How could you have let this happen? What are we doing? Wait. What happened anyway? Were we talking? What’s this about? Why can’t you remember?
How could you possibly forget what day it was? I wrote it on the fridge, on the wall, on your forehead, how could you POSSIBLY forget? I left you notes and messages and little cranes made out of paper so you wouldn’t forget but you DID. I knew it. I fucking knew it.
Next week you take the garbage out on time or you die.
Anchors hang from this floating carcass, each dug deep into the ocean floor. Buried beneath layers, they are stored for later use. Time heals all wounds?
dont remember me for one second.
i’m just a dash on your computer screen,
i’m just a flicker on your television.
I’ll be the horse i the field whilst your sat on the train.
Dont remember me, numb your memory and your sensory.
grasp at something else for once
and just forget.
Forget wheat you see. Forget what you know. This is reality; this is where dreams begin, as you sleep in your bed, your pillow upon what you think is reality, and your dreams nothing more than figments of your imagination.
WRONG!!
Your world is the dream, and what you dream is reality. Forget your world, rely on my words. I am more than a dream figure; I am YOU in the DREMAING.
Let me takcontrol
it is never a pleasant time to let you go. the sound of your voice. the intensity of your depth. the time is near. I cannot let you go. The past that reacts to my every thought. I can not tell this from the present. Lost in you. lost in us.
tough, these days, not to let words slip your mind, when so many get thrown at you in a split second. Driving throught the streets, I realise that many of the impressions, just pass by me. Never even reaching my full attention.
Forget. I forget your name as often as I remember it. You don’t come around like you used to, back when things were good and love was new.
Now, seeing you takes a minute. What is your name? I fear to forget it over and over again. Never shall I see the face and recall the name instantly.
Who are you again?
I can’t remember you for the life of me.
I wish I could forget the turmoils and troubles of everyday life, but if I did so, I’d lose the most important bits of my lifestyle as well. Without them, even the most wonderful things in the world would lose their shine as well.
forgetting you is like forgetting to breath…if I do-I am dead
I could not really think of the last time I had seen her. I had forgotten. Just forgotten. But her curly hair, her smile, her legs kept running into my mind, and this did not stop until I found myself at her door. Waiting for her smile
i can’t forget how much i love you, how much you meant to be… how much you still mean to me. Forgetting you, would mean for me to stop loving you and that will never happen. You were the best thing ever for my life and my memories. I don’t know how to experience my future without you. I love you daddy.
forget.it’s what I seem to be doing a lot of these days. Old age, the fact that I’ve given up caffeine, the fact that these days I find myself caring less and less about what I’m doing. It’s too easy to “forget”. I’m lucky I’ve been able to get away with it so far. Hopefully I change my views.
forget?
I forget how i feel about the word, forget.
Forget tends to be quite an emotional word actually. People wish to forget of things they do not like to think about.
Although I like to think of it as forgive and forget :) its a great way to go. Don’t forget her anniversary though ^^
How would I forget this word? So meaningful. For get(ing) something? To get something?
I fear my play on words isn’t making sense for a native English. I am French, so my writing is just some babbling.
Forget is something that a lot of people would lije to do but its something that scares me more than anything else. One day I won’t be able to remember the happiness that little things can create and then I’ll be a grown up. Worse, I’ll be an old grown up. With Alzheimers.
I awoke grogilly, peering round the room not knowing where I was.. or who I was for that matter. Looking around the dingy room I found myself in, I noted the mouldering curtains, single filthy bed I was lying on and the boarded up solitary window.
green is the color of forgetfulness.
i’ve forgotten what i was going to add to that.
forget…I wish I could forget the last year and all the pain it has brought me. But to do that would mean that I would also be forgetting the last seven and half years and all the joy and
forgeting something shouldnt be done. the things that you cant get out of your mind the first few days, are meant to be thought about, and meant to be there. forgive, but not forget, because dont ever forget the pain something has ever caused you before. people never forget, even if they dont mention it after a while, it’s still in the back of their minds, and you know that it’ll always be there.
To forgive and forget is what people always say you should do to recover from getting hurt. You can always forgive, but you will never forget. The word has a meaning that is an action of the mind, a mental action that cannot be done. The word means the same as Impossible.
a feeling that you have to use in order to not think of any negative factor that may cause what u dont want to remember
I had a dream this morning that I’d rather forget. I think it was because of the large curry dish my girlfriend and I ate at 10p last night. I guess I’ll add that to my list of things not to eat before bed. Right up there with pickles. Oh… and sourkraut.
Forget about what you have done. There’s nothing more to think about. It’s gone, it’s behind you now. Forget everything and anything about it. Leave the tears of pain upon your face to dry. Some things you will remember. But this you forget.
Don’t forget. Don’t forget me. Don’t forget to wash your hands. Don’t forget your keys. Don’t forget to eat. Don’t forget to feed the cat. Don’t forget me.
unthoughtful
eventful
depressing
courage
Afraid
Envious
Laughter
Skilled
I forgot what it was like to look into the eyes of the man I loved. His deep, dark eyes penetrated my soul and all I could think was how much I’d missed him. After that, HOT COFFEE!
The same color as his eyes, he drank the coffee slowly, still staring at me. He is so smokin’ hot. Too like the coffee.
Oh, no. I’m looking at my coffee. Look at him.
once there was a girl who forgot her birthday. she grew old and wrinkled but never did she fall in spirit. young is what i am and young is all I’ll be. great happiness can come from forgetting.
Why do we as humans choose to forget our past experiences. there is something about the past that we need to remember, be it failures or successes. Then again, the ability to forget things in our pasts and move into a more productive future is an ability that should not be taken lightly. Then there are the minor things we forget because we are morally bankrupt creatures.
fklof;psrd lomg tptje jam jel;p jen help jump tv door phone car telephone bed computet long short toll tell mop more me you that this those him her it was she he it what was
forget where it comes from
It had been entirely too long since the accident. Everyone had changed and nothing was the way it should be. He turned to the mirror and starred at the image reflected back at him and turned back over with tears in his face. Why had something like this happened to him and when would the constant reminder go away. It wasn’t fair. Life was supposed to be something easy. Slipping into a deep depressive sleep the boy tried to remember better times.
i forget how it feels to not
think about him. i am now.
i wonder if there has been one
day since the end that i havent
thought about him. everyday i think
“HEH, NOT TODAY” but of course just
thinking that counts as thinking
of him. i will never know. but
i do like thinking of the other.
I forgot what I was supposed to be doing.. writing about forget I guess? I once forget my mind.. lost it perhaps.. I kind of like this idea of writing about forget for sixty seconds. It makes me .. forget .. what I was supposed to be doing prior to writing about forget. Hmm. It probably involved work of some description. So I’m getting paid for a minute to write about one word – forget.
I always forget stuff. I’m bad at that sort of thing. I’m great on tests at remembering things, but my cell phone? Dammit. Glasses? Where the fuck are they? I don’t get how my brain works like this.
memory’s an elusive thing. we try hard not to forget because to forget is to lose our identity. forgetting is fear. forgetting is the absence of everything we’ve ever accrued in our lives. our husbands, our wives, our high school achievements, our first scar, our first kiss, our last birthday. to forget is to lose track of what it meant to have lived your life. it’s why alzhiemer’s scares more people than cancer. because cancer just takes a person away. alzheimer’s takes a life away. a personality.
I never will. It’s been scarred into my flesh. Forgetfullness is an admission of defeat. Forgiveness may be divine, but forgetting is weakness. It means you never learned. It may as well be an invitation for others to wrong you as you’ve been wronged before. A revolving door for thieves.
i like to forge t the things i think are the things i need to forget. but later i realized that all that i truly need to forget is how embarassed i feel, how bad those thoughts and memories had made me react, and move on to remember. to remember is to truly forget, and to forget is to not know who you are. and where you came from.
I don’t remember whats going on. uhmmm. when you can’t recall, and things dont make much sense anymore. it happens when you drink. it also happens in real life. submit.
“The real reason why we all exist.”
I forget.
What? Who? Why doesn’t anything make sense? I thought I told you, I know I did, but why are we all here? This is a mess? How could you have let this happen? What are we doing? Wait. What happened anyway? Were we talking? What’s this about? Why can’t you remember?
How could you possibly forget what day it was? I wrote it on the fridge, on the wall, on your forehead, how could you POSSIBLY forget? I left you notes and messages and little cranes made out of paper so you wouldn’t forget but you DID. I knew it. I fucking knew it.
Next week you take the garbage out on time or you die.
Anchors hang from this floating carcass, each dug deep into the ocean floor. Buried beneath layers, they are stored for later use. Time heals all wounds?