I had forgotten what it felt like to be so sad. I used to be in love with my sadness, but through a lot of hard work, I had learned to be happy and content. I wish I could forget again. Thank you.
i sat on the curb all day. until the streetlamps came on and it got too cold for cutoffs and converse because the sun had gone down hours ago. the sound of wiffle balls being blasted off in the distance of the field had faded away and the lights in the houses were going out slowly, like twinkling stars in the sky. i waited because you said you’d be there. and you weren’t. but at the time i couldn’t believe you would ever tell a lie, at least not to me. but now i know better and i get the feeling you regret everything you ever did to me and i wish you had realized earlier because now, it’s much too late. i stopped caring and, try as i might, i just can’t start again. not now. not for you.
i have forgotten what in the world i am supposed to write about. is this supposed to be something important? am i writin a story? idk cuz i have forgotten. also u can see my spelling and writing sucks. i wonder what this is about.
the vivacious siren of a once forgotten voice
so vulgar and raw yet so smooth like a rolls royce
haunt me everytime i hit the pavement and open my umbrella
the young girl sat on the stoop. Had they forgotten her? It’s happened before, she told herself. It will probably happen again. She sighed heavily. Wait…who’s that! Mom!!! Today, she was not forgotten.
what is it like to be forgotten? a forgotten toy, a forgotten love letter, a forgotten dollar stuffed in a corner of an unworn coat?
does forgetfulness mean you are a bad person, or just that you’re too busy and have too many things to remember all that you have or all of who you have?
I’d hate to be forgotten after I die. I want to do something to help change the world. I want to leave a mark, but I’m pretty sure that won’t happen. My mark will be a speck of dust in the history of humanity.
forgotten, what have i forgotten in my whole life, well, it is a list of long negligence’s which have summed up together to form what we know as my life. whats that stupid word again. these disappointment that i cant seem to remember what the word was has whatsoever no effect on me .. so yeah suck it!
I’ve never felt as awful as I do right at this second. I’ve lost everything in one fatal blow. A stupid mistake. I should have never gone out that night. How could I have forgotten? Everything is ruined. All the lives I’ve interfered with. Who could forgive me?
Dogs running wild and free acros the desolate field, seeking their owners, that have long lost trying to find them. What happened to the dogs owners? Where are they? And why would they give up hope on so called mans best friend?
i have forgotten a lot of things
keys, phones
people
i don’t like forgetting things
i hate being forgotten even worse
it blows
i wish taht my dad didn’t forget about me as much as he has in the past
It’s a poor man what can’t want to be forgotten, excusing the soliloquy. It’s just, well, I feel strongly as such and am not bound by what others call the improprieties of simple speak. You can guarantee me a place in a memory, but what then? Not more than a raindrop’s worth of benefit, if’n you’re lucky.
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sdgksldglaeifisldf
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this is bugging me, can someone tell me if this is really the only worl i get to write about??? c’mone
why the HECK do i keep getting this word…is that the only word possible to get? i made an account i promise…maybe they forgot me and think i never logged in…great, now i feel forgotten…by my own account..the INTERNET. gahhhhhh
i want to forget what happened in the past, because i was forgotten. i was not remembered, i was neglected my many. i was not cared for, im different now….and now you CARE??? i needed that…..back then. not anymore. forgotten
Forgotten. I have completely forgotten what it is like to comfortably fall into the arms of another. This could be terrible or liberating. I am yet to know the answer to said problem, but I am sure that we will find out before too long. We will see if the forgotten is is gone forever.
the words erupted from a poorly made sidewalk
like a bud of a tulip ever-reaching
to the light it could barely feel.
once a flower,
the petals fell, misshapen,
upon a cemented grave.
lost was every letter,
even for an epitaph.
i forgot you, did you forget me??? i miss you do you miss me? you dont remember me, you remember someone else now, you dont care about me, do you even know that i exist anymore? i do. i always remember you. always…
I am lost because I am forgotten. Those who used to call me their friend, left. They have forgotten our friendship, forgotten what it feels like to love.
rust and dust. faded sepia photographs — which is silly because who prints out photos anymore in the age of digital everything? wistful; you’ve got a nostalgia filter spread over your eyes and it’s killing you. i’ve forgotten everything because memories aren’t tangible and if you can’t see it, if you can’t feel it —
It has become lost,
I have forgotten you,
And everything I’ve been through,
I don’t need to remember.
And I don’t want to remember,
Because I have forgotten you.
And I don’t want to remember.
Forgotten lies,
Forgotten memories.
Just forgotten words.
And I think I’m glad.
I never think about things I’ve said, things I’ve done, anything that came from me that might’ve hurt someone else. Or that might’ve left an impression on someone else. So much has happened in my life that I’ve simply forgotten about others and feel what they might be feeling. To be considerate.
The girl sat down after walking the floors of her small bungalow on Pleasant Street. She had been walking for hours. What was happening? She felt so confused and overwhelmed as she realized that she had forgotten what she was going to say. Gone, just like that. No trace left in her mind.
You’ve been left behind.
Again.
They just never remember you.
They forget to wait for you.
And now, you’re alone –
but no, who’s that?
He’s still there,
He hasn’t left.
He’s waiting.
He remembered you.
You’ve not been forgotten.
I wish I could forget my past. And everything that’s happened to me since I was little. I think it’s the reason I stay in the dark and isolate myself. I want to forget and be forgotten. To be invisible. To disappear.
All I can think about is Alzheimer’s. Watching my grandmother first lose her words, then her memories, and finally, her life. We slowly lost her, but we have never forgotten.
It’s times like this when I don’t want things to be forgotten. With a new era coming into my life, new changes, its almost like a new destiny. I don’t want to froget where I’ve been, what I’ve done or seen, or the people I have met along the way. Ia lso don’t want to be forgotten after I’m gone oen day. It scares me looking back on my life one day, I might have to say, I will be forgotten.
i’ve forgotten lots of things. birthdays and stuff. Don’t know why i should care. It’s important to appreciate people, but narcissistic to think the day you were born is groundbreaking. I don’t see myself at fault having forgotten most people’s birthdays. Get over yourself
i dont wanna be forgotten. i want people to look at me and say, “I will never forget you.” or, “you’ve impacted my life so much.” everything is forgotten so easily. things are. i dont wanna be just one of those “things.”
the forgotton prisoner, the forgotten lover, the forgotten child. The one thing they all have in common, is having only themselves to rely on. We are all eventually forgotten, so make sure when your time comes you have something left.
I had forgotten those moment that had made us us. The few defining looks and word. I had forgotten what it was to even be us; to breath us in that oh so particular way. I had forgotten all of this…
Everyone has forgotten how to live. theres not an actual way to live but every one does live how they think theyre suppose to. people have forgotten how to be happy and we need to remember that the best things in life are free
she forgot me. that’s it. she just forgot me. threw me to the curb and decided it was best to forget me. i couldn’t believe it. then i had a moment. a moment of clarity. my life had become clear. i knew what i had to do. it was the end.
not remembered , lost in the memories …
kept in the past
I had forgotten what it felt like to be so sad. I used to be in love with my sadness, but through a lot of hard work, I had learned to be happy and content. I wish I could forget again. Thank you.
Everything. Everything has been forgotten. The smiles. The moments. Life.
i sat on the curb all day. until the streetlamps came on and it got too cold for cutoffs and converse because the sun had gone down hours ago. the sound of wiffle balls being blasted off in the distance of the field had faded away and the lights in the houses were going out slowly, like twinkling stars in the sky. i waited because you said you’d be there. and you weren’t. but at the time i couldn’t believe you would ever tell a lie, at least not to me. but now i know better and i get the feeling you regret everything you ever did to me and i wish you had realized earlier because now, it’s much too late. i stopped caring and, try as i might, i just can’t start again. not now. not for you.
I’m sorry
i already wrote this word. this website forgot.
This reminds me of the friends that I lost from when I left high school.
i have forgotten what in the world i am supposed to write about. is this supposed to be something important? am i writin a story? idk cuz i have forgotten. also u can see my spelling and writing sucks. i wonder what this is about.
the vivacious siren of a once forgotten voice
so vulgar and raw yet so smooth like a rolls royce
haunt me everytime i hit the pavement and open my umbrella
the young girl sat on the stoop. Had they forgotten her? It’s happened before, she told herself. It will probably happen again. She sighed heavily. Wait…who’s that! Mom!!! Today, she was not forgotten.
what is it like to be forgotten? a forgotten toy, a forgotten love letter, a forgotten dollar stuffed in a corner of an unworn coat?
does forgetfulness mean you are a bad person, or just that you’re too busy and have too many things to remember all that you have or all of who you have?
Why do we forget?
I’d hate to be forgotten after I die. I want to do something to help change the world. I want to leave a mark, but I’m pretty sure that won’t happen. My mark will be a speck of dust in the history of humanity.
forgotten, what have i forgotten in my whole life, well, it is a list of long negligence’s which have summed up together to form what we know as my life. whats that stupid word again. these disappointment that i cant seem to remember what the word was has whatsoever no effect on me .. so yeah suck it!
I’ve never felt as awful as I do right at this second. I’ve lost everything in one fatal blow. A stupid mistake. I should have never gone out that night. How could I have forgotten? Everything is ruined. All the lives I’ve interfered with. Who could forgive me?
Dogs running wild and free acros the desolate field, seeking their owners, that have long lost trying to find them. What happened to the dogs owners? Where are they? And why would they give up hope on so called mans best friend?
i have forgotten a lot of things
keys, phones
people
i don’t like forgetting things
i hate being forgotten even worse
it blows
i wish taht my dad didn’t forget about me as much as he has in the past
It’s a poor man what can’t want to be forgotten, excusing the soliloquy. It’s just, well, I feel strongly as such and am not bound by what others call the improprieties of simple speak. You can guarantee me a place in a memory, but what then? Not more than a raindrop’s worth of benefit, if’n you’re lucky.
dksfklsdf, sdigfjdskaldsg, wektlsfklfsadf
sdgksldglaeifisldf
adgfjkfeiwkgksdg
this is bugging me, can someone tell me if this is really the only worl i get to write about??? c’mone
why the HECK do i keep getting this word…is that the only word possible to get? i made an account i promise…maybe they forgot me and think i never logged in…great, now i feel forgotten…by my own account..the INTERNET. gahhhhhh
i want to forget what happened in the past, because i was forgotten. i was not remembered, i was neglected my many. i was not cared for, im different now….and now you CARE??? i needed that…..back then. not anymore. forgotten
Forgotten. I have completely forgotten what it is like to comfortably fall into the arms of another. This could be terrible or liberating. I am yet to know the answer to said problem, but I am sure that we will find out before too long. We will see if the forgotten is is gone forever.
the words erupted from a poorly made sidewalk
like a bud of a tulip ever-reaching
to the light it could barely feel.
once a flower,
the petals fell, misshapen,
upon a cemented grave.
lost was every letter,
even for an epitaph.
i forgot you, did you forget me??? i miss you do you miss me? you dont remember me, you remember someone else now, you dont care about me, do you even know that i exist anymore? i do. i always remember you. always…
forgot my necklace in the locker. it was stolen. forgot to tell others how much i love them. i want to be loved and remembered, not forgotten.
I am lost because I am forgotten. Those who used to call me their friend, left. They have forgotten our friendship, forgotten what it feels like to love.
sometimes it’s nice to take a moment to remember those we have forgotten.
rust and dust. faded sepia photographs — which is silly because who prints out photos anymore in the age of digital everything? wistful; you’ve got a nostalgia filter spread over your eyes and it’s killing you. i’ve forgotten everything because memories aren’t tangible and if you can’t see it, if you can’t feel it —
is it real?
It has become lost,
I have forgotten you,
And everything I’ve been through,
I don’t need to remember.
And I don’t want to remember,
Because I have forgotten you.
And I don’t want to remember.
Forgotten lies,
Forgotten memories.
Just forgotten words.
And I think I’m glad.
I never think about things I’ve said, things I’ve done, anything that came from me that might’ve hurt someone else. Or that might’ve left an impression on someone else. So much has happened in my life that I’ve simply forgotten about others and feel what they might be feeling. To be considerate.
The girl sat down after walking the floors of her small bungalow on Pleasant Street. She had been walking for hours. What was happening? She felt so confused and overwhelmed as she realized that she had forgotten what she was going to say. Gone, just like that. No trace left in her mind.
You’ve been left behind.
Again.
They just never remember you.
They forget to wait for you.
And now, you’re alone –
but no, who’s that?
He’s still there,
He hasn’t left.
He’s waiting.
He remembered you.
You’ve not been forgotten.
I wish I could forget my past. And everything that’s happened to me since I was little. I think it’s the reason I stay in the dark and isolate myself. I want to forget and be forgotten. To be invisible. To disappear.
All I can think about is Alzheimer’s. Watching my grandmother first lose her words, then her memories, and finally, her life. We slowly lost her, but we have never forgotten.
It’s times like this when I don’t want things to be forgotten. With a new era coming into my life, new changes, its almost like a new destiny. I don’t want to froget where I’ve been, what I’ve done or seen, or the people I have met along the way. Ia lso don’t want to be forgotten after I’m gone oen day. It scares me looking back on my life one day, I might have to say, I will be forgotten.
This website has forgotten that I’ve already written about the word forgotten.
i’ve forgotten lots of things. birthdays and stuff. Don’t know why i should care. It’s important to appreciate people, but narcissistic to think the day you were born is groundbreaking. I don’t see myself at fault having forgotten most people’s birthdays. Get over yourself
i dont wanna be forgotten. i want people to look at me and say, “I will never forget you.” or, “you’ve impacted my life so much.” everything is forgotten so easily. things are. i dont wanna be just one of those “things.”
the forgotton prisoner, the forgotten lover, the forgotten child. The one thing they all have in common, is having only themselves to rely on. We are all eventually forgotten, so make sure when your time comes you have something left.
I had forgotten those moment that had made us us. The few defining looks and word. I had forgotten what it was to even be us; to breath us in that oh so particular way. I had forgotten all of this…
Everyone has forgotten how to live. theres not an actual way to live but every one does live how they think theyre suppose to. people have forgotten how to be happy and we need to remember that the best things in life are free
she forgot me. that’s it. she just forgot me. threw me to the curb and decided it was best to forget me. i couldn’t believe it. then i had a moment. a moment of clarity. my life had become clear. i knew what i had to do. it was the end.