i am a forgotten human being sitting here in my room. Who has forgotten? All of mankind has forgotten. we forget. It’s so easy coz our memories are so short.
Forget it.
Not forgotten. I mean, you cannot know when you’ve forgotten something or someone. It is just not there – and that’s all. It is only in the negative that we ever use forgotten. I have not forgotten bits of the country I was born in. Not all of it -just bits. the country is no more, and what I have forgotten is no more as well.
i seem to have forgotten pretty much everything i need to know about biology. i have my ib exam for bio on wednesday and thursday….scary times. if i fail ib, i literally do not know what im going to do. my life will literally be over and i wont go to college. i honestly will be so incredibly depressed it’s ridiculous. so everyone, pray for me to pass ib!
This has long been my greatest fear. To be left behind in the obscurity of the things not worth remembering. One should never forget, or try to repress what has come before be it bad or good.
I have not forgotten any of it though I have tried to keep closed tight the door to the room where the howling continues day and night and the window never lets in light or air and the stillness tastes like dirt and feels like a gaseous death inside my lungs and I can’t howl because my voice is stuck in the dirt in my teeth and my mouth is full of the darkness that weeps and seeps down my throat and into my stomach where it never gets vomited back up into the windowless room I have not forgotten.
i forgot i lost y pencil. It was really hard to i wonder where it could be. Maybe its in seaaybe me and the pencil were ver meant to be. I long for the days till i can see my pencil agian. Wait!! whats this?? ANOTHER PENCIL!!!!!!! FANTASTIC!!! I AM COMPLETE!!
When you’re standing in a room full of people who know your name, who can see your face but don’t know you. No matter what you feel like you aren’t even standing there. No one can see who you really are. You are forgotten in a crowd of people who pretend that you’re actually there.
I have forgotten the face of my father. But not really. I have forgotten the faces of my friends. The people from home who are now but a whisper in the wind of my mind.
forgotten trail through the dark magic forest surrounded by trees and dead leaves, the smell of dewy grass and rain forgotten phtographes and faces people and places forgotten memories times and spaces renewal.
clouds of dust plume over and mesh into the clouds in the sky. The car shrinks and eventually disappears over the horizon. The little girl, dead asleep from a day’s playing, the only thing holding her head up was the seatbelt. Another day that soon would be forgotten.
Lots of people get forgotten about. Some people find new friends, and people get left behind like nothing. It’s sad. You can be there for someone their entire life but as soon as they find someone new you’re forgotten.
The girl looked behind her, into the mist. She couldn’t see the Starline that well. The faint outline of the old bungalow was nearly out of sight. She couldn’t see the man on the porch who waved good-bye. Already, true to his word, Starline Hollow looked like a forgotten city.
How could he have forgotten? Today was the day. 5 years ago on this day, he had met the love of his love. 3 years ago on this day, they had gotten married. 2 years ago on this day, she had died.
Ich hab’s nicht vergessen, ehrlich nicht. Ich wollte es dir eigentlich gleich bringen, aber dann kam mir Horst dazwischen und hat mich was gefragt, das musste ich ihm erstmal erklären, du weißt ja, der ist manchmal ein bisschen schwer von kapee, und dann wollte Monika noch ihre Schüssel zurück, naja und dann kamst du schon, ach, Inge, jetzt sei doch nicht beleidigt …
this one time i had a little white blanket and it was oh so soft like clouds and it contained whatever i felt like it needed that day. perhaps a cat, dolls, a cape, a h to protect against the storm. sometimes i was an orphan and sometimes i wasn rich, but in the end the blanket was forgotten and to this day i couldnt tell you where it is.
everyone feels left out. I can leave my cup at the end of the table. No one knows. Thats the sad part. If I could have one wish, it would be to always remember who I am, and be true to that. Cus people change, and I need to change as well. Its important.. Cus im a human.
Sometimes I just think that people have forgotten how to be civil and decent to each other they just go though life looking for pleasure and an ounce of happiness that they miss the point. That making other people happy is the easiest way to be happy and full yourself.
There are many things in life that get forgotten. Even a person’s life itself can be forgotten. The only way to be immortal is to lead a life worth remembering.
I wonder if you’ve forgotten much of the things that I am holding onto so foolishly. It aches sometimes to think about it, but I’d rather remember. I can only hope you feel and think the same way.
I feel like it is really important to not be forgotten. My boyfriend is terrified of it and I wonder if I will eventually forget about him and everything he has done for me. IT would be extremely sad but who knows. I know I would not want to be forgotten by him.
I’ve forgotten what my life was like before I left home. My friend told me I used to leap-frog over parking meters. I can’t see myself being that joyful or carefree — not to mention limber. If ony I could go back to that feeling
I have now as many times in the past forgotten and the world would become a place for me in the world you would have become the time and the efforts that we have invested will become us in the running course of the events and therefore gardens in which the blossom have come the airs that have blown and the rivers that have run all will become us.
alone. abandoned. and normal. this seems like a word that gets tossed around a lot. a word that gets associated with God alot: God has forgotten me.–or forsaken me, when really….the truth is that HIs LOVE could never forget us. because he made us. to be his forever. alone
I had forgotten something. I knew I had. But what was it? I remembered all of the useless trivia that my mom had always said would land me on Jeopardy some day, but not the important things in life. whY? Hardly fair at all. Life has a way of making things fuzzy for me. Hmm.
Something I cannot remember, puzzling me bringing up dim, murky memories, unconnected to each other .Something that haunts, steals my peace at the dead of night. Something that acquires importance with every second of its reinforcement however trifling it initially was.
I suppose it’s a cliché to say I’ve forgotten more than you ever learned but these days I feel as if I’ve forgotten more than I’ve ever learned. The huge pile of unremembered stuff just gets bigger and bigger every day – I wish I’d maintained some form of aide memoire but I kept forgetting.
what is to forget, but to choose a different path. Pain causes all denial, all regret, and all nostalgic. forgetting is simply denying and not letting go. did you forget?
I have never truly forgotten some things from my past. They live on every time something happens and I remember.
My parents kicked me out when I was 18 for the first time. They got remarried. It happened again, here I am back home. My memories of the anger and the sadness are mostly gone, but never truly forgotten.
I wish I could forget how I felt-completely.
I have forgotten what it’s like to feel
what it’s like to be with someone
what it’l like to love
I’ve forgotten what it’s like to truly be happy
to wake up and be in love with life
I wish I haven’t forgotten, but I have
I remember a lot of things. Those that I have forgotten I tend to remember at awkward times. I tend to “forget” things that make me sad, or exceptionally angry.
Some things are best left forgotten, as the quote says. I think that is totally true.
Some of the best things will never be forgotten. I love you papa, and I miss you Nikki.
i am a forgotten human being sitting here in my room. Who has forgotten? All of mankind has forgotten. we forget. It’s so easy coz our memories are so short.
Forget it.
Not forgotten. I mean, you cannot know when you’ve forgotten something or someone. It is just not there – and that’s all. It is only in the negative that we ever use forgotten. I have not forgotten bits of the country I was born in. Not all of it -just bits. the country is no more, and what I have forgotten is no more as well.
i seem to have forgotten pretty much everything i need to know about biology. i have my ib exam for bio on wednesday and thursday….scary times. if i fail ib, i literally do not know what im going to do. my life will literally be over and i wont go to college. i honestly will be so incredibly depressed it’s ridiculous. so everyone, pray for me to pass ib!
all is not, car key, cell phone. lost loves, well just the one- lost love. blue eyed angel holding my cell and keys and all is..lost but not forgotten
Long lay forgotten the unmarked grave.
The Bean Sidhe’s song keening in the background.
This has long been my greatest fear. To be left behind in the obscurity of the things not worth remembering. One should never forget, or try to repress what has come before be it bad or good.
I have not forgotten any of it though I have tried to keep closed tight the door to the room where the howling continues day and night and the window never lets in light or air and the stillness tastes like dirt and feels like a gaseous death inside my lungs and I can’t howl because my voice is stuck in the dirt in my teeth and my mouth is full of the darkness that weeps and seeps down my throat and into my stomach where it never gets vomited back up into the windowless room I have not forgotten.
i forgot i lost y pencil. It was really hard to i wonder where it could be. Maybe its in seaaybe me and the pencil were ver meant to be. I long for the days till i can see my pencil agian. Wait!! whats this?? ANOTHER PENCIL!!!!!!! FANTASTIC!!! I AM COMPLETE!!
When you’re standing in a room full of people who know your name, who can see your face but don’t know you. No matter what you feel like you aren’t even standing there. No one can see who you really are. You are forgotten in a crowd of people who pretend that you’re actually there.
I have forgotten the face of my father. But not really. I have forgotten the faces of my friends. The people from home who are now but a whisper in the wind of my mind.
forgotten trail through the dark magic forest surrounded by trees and dead leaves, the smell of dewy grass and rain forgotten phtographes and faces people and places forgotten memories times and spaces renewal.
I couldn’t tell you what I had for breakfast three days ago, or what I did after classes three weeks ago.
I remember where I was four summers ago, but not the names of the people I was with.
I remember what I did yesterday. But someday, someday soon, I won’t.
clouds of dust plume over and mesh into the clouds in the sky. The car shrinks and eventually disappears over the horizon. The little girl, dead asleep from a day’s playing, the only thing holding her head up was the seatbelt. Another day that soon would be forgotten.
Lots of people get forgotten about. Some people find new friends, and people get left behind like nothing. It’s sad. You can be there for someone their entire life but as soon as they find someone new you’re forgotten.
The girl looked behind her, into the mist. She couldn’t see the Starline that well. The faint outline of the old bungalow was nearly out of sight. She couldn’t see the man on the porch who waved good-bye. Already, true to his word, Starline Hollow looked like a forgotten city.
so unlike you, I would’ve thought, to forget; did you ever learn your mother’s birthday? I will never teach you mine, I am too afraid.
I forgot to write anything.. :/
Its been forlorn and sad. my days swept beneath a rug and given an undeserved cold shoulder. i am left dusted with time in the corner. i am forgotten
How could he have forgotten? Today was the day. 5 years ago on this day, he had met the love of his love. 3 years ago on this day, they had gotten married. 2 years ago on this day, she had died.
He supposed maybe he had been trying to forget.
Ich hab’s nicht vergessen, ehrlich nicht. Ich wollte es dir eigentlich gleich bringen, aber dann kam mir Horst dazwischen und hat mich was gefragt, das musste ich ihm erstmal erklären, du weißt ja, der ist manchmal ein bisschen schwer von kapee, und dann wollte Monika noch ihre Schüssel zurück, naja und dann kamst du schon, ach, Inge, jetzt sei doch nicht beleidigt …
this one time i had a little white blanket and it was oh so soft like clouds and it contained whatever i felt like it needed that day. perhaps a cat, dolls, a cape, a h to protect against the storm. sometimes i was an orphan and sometimes i wasn rich, but in the end the blanket was forgotten and to this day i couldnt tell you where it is.
everyone feels left out. I can leave my cup at the end of the table. No one knows. Thats the sad part. If I could have one wish, it would be to always remember who I am, and be true to that. Cus people change, and I need to change as well. Its important.. Cus im a human.
I am forgotten.
I have fallen.
I am something gone from grace
I have gone
I may not be Forgotten for long
I am here with you
Sometimes I just think that people have forgotten how to be civil and decent to each other they just go though life looking for pleasure and an ounce of happiness that they miss the point. That making other people happy is the easiest way to be happy and full yourself.
There are many things in life that get forgotten. Even a person’s life itself can be forgotten. The only way to be immortal is to lead a life worth remembering.
I wonder if you’ve forgotten much of the things that I am holding onto so foolishly. It aches sometimes to think about it, but I’d rather remember. I can only hope you feel and think the same way.
Some days I feel it.
Some days I do it.
Anyday is a day that can be.
There are some things that shouldn’t be.
I feel like it is really important to not be forgotten. My boyfriend is terrified of it and I wonder if I will eventually forget about him and everything he has done for me. IT would be extremely sad but who knows. I know I would not want to be forgotten by him.
I’ve forgotten what my life was like before I left home. My friend told me I used to leap-frog over parking meters. I can’t see myself being that joyful or carefree — not to mention limber. If ony I could go back to that feeling
I have now as many times in the past forgotten and the world would become a place for me in the world you would have become the time and the efforts that we have invested will become us in the running course of the events and therefore gardens in which the blossom have come the airs that have blown and the rivers that have run all will become us.
alone. abandoned. and normal. this seems like a word that gets tossed around a lot. a word that gets associated with God alot: God has forgotten me.–or forsaken me, when really….the truth is that HIs LOVE could never forget us. because he made us. to be his forever. alone
I had forgotten something. I knew I had. But what was it? I remembered all of the useless trivia that my mom had always said would land me on Jeopardy some day, but not the important things in life. whY? Hardly fair at all. Life has a way of making things fuzzy for me. Hmm.
Something I cannot remember, puzzling me bringing up dim, murky memories, unconnected to each other .Something that haunts, steals my peace at the dead of night. Something that acquires importance with every second of its reinforcement however trifling it initially was.
I suppose it’s a cliché to say I’ve forgotten more than you ever learned but these days I feel as if I’ve forgotten more than I’ve ever learned. The huge pile of unremembered stuff just gets bigger and bigger every day – I wish I’d maintained some form of aide memoire but I kept forgetting.
never to be forgotten are my friends and their loyalty
never to accept never for an answer
never and forever and THEN not forgotten
what is to forget, but to choose a different path. Pain causes all denial, all regret, and all nostalgic. forgetting is simply denying and not letting go. did you forget?
I have never truly forgotten some things from my past. They live on every time something happens and I remember.
My parents kicked me out when I was 18 for the first time. They got remarried. It happened again, here I am back home. My memories of the anger and the sadness are mostly gone, but never truly forgotten.
I wish I could forget how I felt-completely.
I have forgotten what it’s like to feel
what it’s like to be with someone
what it’l like to love
I’ve forgotten what it’s like to truly be happy
to wake up and be in love with life
I wish I haven’t forgotten, but I have
I have not forgotten.
Maybe I have forgiven, but I have not forgotten.
Forgetting is foolish. It leads you to get hurt again. It takes advantage of you when you think you’ve done the right thing.
I used to forget.
But now I just get hurt.
Forgiveness is not the same as forgotten.
And I will never forget.
I remember a lot of things. Those that I have forgotten I tend to remember at awkward times. I tend to “forget” things that make me sad, or exceptionally angry.
Some things are best left forgotten, as the quote says. I think that is totally true.
Some of the best things will never be forgotten. I love you papa, and I miss you Nikki.