all these words make me think of you. you are not forgotten, far from. and i’ll never forget the way you smelled, or laughed, or smiled, or talked. i’ll never forget a thing. i miss you.
I haven’t really been thinking clearly lately, i feel like i may have lost my head a bit… It’s worrying to think you’re going to forget your life and you can’t fgure out why. if you forget your life and everyone who knew you dies, then were you really alive and what was the purpose?
She had forgotten how nice it was to simply sit there and absorb the silence. Everything sat still and even the breathing of the two people on the couch was muted. And without warning she lunged from the couch and sprinted into the kitchen making it appear that she was getting water but allowing herself to hide the tears that had bubbled up suddenly. Forgotten… yes, she had forgotten how powerful the effects of love were. Such was the juxtaposition of her current relationship and the moldy residue of last summer’s heartbreak.
All I ever wanted was to be remembered. To leave a mark on society, to make a difference. But the choices I’ve made have led me down this road. A highway to anonymity, the land I can’t escape.
it seems forgotten the times when we had to survive to make it in this world. Now we just go to the nearest grocery and pick out anything our little heart desires.
the memory of his face, the feel of his touch, the way he said my name. gone. the feeling of being brushed away as an insignificant being, nothing but a simple breeze not worth remembering. Left behind as a finished chapter.
There are many things I’ve forgotten, even though i only learned them a week ago and I need them for my project. It’s hard to remember everything when you learn a lot quickly. The saddest thing is when you’re really good friends, but you forget how strong your feelings used to be. That always happens within a few weeks though.
I had forgotten that he was my friend once, and that email made me remember. I’d rather not have remembered and not having to face everything again, as if I had not once forgotten.
When you left me i thought i would forget all about you. I will forget you soon, even though you already have forgotten me. I still love you, but i will try to forget. For me to try to forget would be like telling a wave not to crash on the shore.
This is what I am. Forgotten is something you become. Forgotten is what other people make you. This is what you are. It’s what we do to each other. Forgotten is a state of being, when you cease to be important to someone else–when someone replaces you. Forgetting is what we all do best in the end.
I had forgotten about the gasoline that I left in the back of my truck until I saw her driving off in it while I stood in the living room. I was in my underwear and it was in the dead of winter but I was not cold, as the house burned down around me.
“Look around you,” he said, spreading his hands.
Kylie stopped and stared, taking in the trees and vines. “It’s a forest.”
“Look closer.”
At his urging, she looked around like she was searching a hidden picture book, and found walls and towers. “It’s a forgotten castle,” she said in awe.
I lie in the places you overlook. I want to be the person you look at everyday and smile, like you know me. Yet, I am just a figment of the back of your mind. I miss you. I mean nothing to you. I am a ghost.
I don’t want to be forgotten. This is hands down, fear number one. Imagine living a life, whether it’s full or not, and no one gives a flying hoot about you after you’re gone. So the most we can do now is to make memories, laugh harder, and love just a little more. This way no one will ever forget our big smiles and even bigger hearts.
Lost. Alone. Forgotten. That’s how I felt as I sat curled up on the hard wood floor. How could they have left me? I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak, all I could do was think. Think about what was forgotten.
To be forgotten is to be lost. I do not fear death, pain or misery, only that it will all be in vain, and my efforts shall be forgotten, and lost for eternity in the darkness of wasted dreams and broken hearts.
words etched into stone are always forgotten over time. whether they were about a loved one, a lost one, or a hated one, they are always forgotten. it may take years. it may take decades, or centuries. but eventually the words wear down into the stone. flesh & bones rot into the earth below these stones, and memories fade.
i keep forgetting the simplist thing. Like, once I forgot my middle name… And the year I was born… And my homework… Yet I can remember things that nobody else would even remember. It’s rather odd… I’ve never forgotten how to pronounce a name for instance… O.o
I’ve forgotten how much energy it takes to be happy. You know when you are busy laughing and smiling and not realizing how many muscles you’re using, and then you stop and your face is tired and your heart feels heavy? I hate reality.
She was forgotten. By the one person who she thought would never. Ever. He knew she had been hurt before, and all those lies, all those promises he made without thinking. And then he left, so close yet so far. He left, and she hurt.
Forgotten. I am often forgotten, by everyone around me. I lack significance, I am not memorable. It is not uncommon that I will be completely forgotten. That’s okay. I’d rather be forgotten, remembered for nothing, than remembered for something bad.
I’ve been forgotten at many places before, never for more than a few minutes time. Other people are in worst situations than I have been in. You feel empty in side, as if you are unimportant to the world around you. It is unbelievably sad as you look at the scenery around you, where everyone else is smiling, all anything but alone.
The little teddy bear under my bed. Covered in dust, it sits, forgotten. Lost in a dream. Will it ever be found? Perhaps, in years, when it has no worth, only to be thrown away.
I thought you had forgotten all about me. Little did I know that I was always on your mind. You avoided me; I took it as you pushing yourself away as a friend. When I needed you the most, you were right by my side. And you have never left. You didn’t forget about me at all. All you had to do was wait.
Sometimes I feel forgotten by the world around me. Everyone goes on and on with their lives, but when I ask them for a moment of their time to actually listen to me, they don’t. They dont forget me when they need me, but always seem to when they don;t. It really bothers me sometimes
You have forgotten. After everything we’ve been through. After all the memories you gave me and everything we shared together. After everything we had we lost it all. I will forever remember, but you have forgotten.
Did you forget how I feel?
Did you see me up there?
And why did you see everyone else?
I don’t dare think this is a matter of…other things. But I don’t understand what’s going on. I don’t understand why you threw me away like this. Did you forget me?
sometimes i feel forgotten by the words that you leave unspoken between breaths and when you’re constantly running away. sometimes i just want you to stay close enough in my presence so my mind doesn’t flutter with, “what if he doesn’t feel this way tomorrow?” i’m worried our friendship doesn’t have “forever”; i’m worried that sometimes all we have is today.
all these words make me think of you. you are not forgotten, far from. and i’ll never forget the way you smelled, or laughed, or smiled, or talked. i’ll never forget a thing. i miss you.
I haven’t really been thinking clearly lately, i feel like i may have lost my head a bit… It’s worrying to think you’re going to forget your life and you can’t fgure out why. if you forget your life and everyone who knew you dies, then were you really alive and what was the purpose?
She had forgotten how nice it was to simply sit there and absorb the silence. Everything sat still and even the breathing of the two people on the couch was muted. And without warning she lunged from the couch and sprinted into the kitchen making it appear that she was getting water but allowing herself to hide the tears that had bubbled up suddenly. Forgotten… yes, she had forgotten how powerful the effects of love were. Such was the juxtaposition of her current relationship and the moldy residue of last summer’s heartbreak.
All I ever wanted was to be remembered. To leave a mark on society, to make a difference. But the choices I’ve made have led me down this road. A highway to anonymity, the land I can’t escape.
The best things in life are forgotten. That is how it has always been, and how it will always be.
it seems forgotten the times when we had to survive to make it in this world. Now we just go to the nearest grocery and pick out anything our little heart desires.
the memory of his face, the feel of his touch, the way he said my name. gone. the feeling of being brushed away as an insignificant being, nothing but a simple breeze not worth remembering. Left behind as a finished chapter.
lost is not always forgotten but to forget where you are is being lost.
There are many things I’ve forgotten, even though i only learned them a week ago and I need them for my project. It’s hard to remember everything when you learn a lot quickly. The saddest thing is when you’re really good friends, but you forget how strong your feelings used to be. That always happens within a few weeks though.
I had forgotten that he was my friend once, and that email made me remember. I’d rather not have remembered and not having to face everything again, as if I had not once forgotten.
When you left me i thought i would forget all about you. I will forget you soon, even though you already have forgotten me. I still love you, but i will try to forget. For me to try to forget would be like telling a wave not to crash on the shore.
Gone but not forgotten. Forgotten no way. With me everyday. Some people are never forgotten.
This is what I am. Forgotten is something you become. Forgotten is what other people make you. This is what you are. It’s what we do to each other. Forgotten is a state of being, when you cease to be important to someone else–when someone replaces you. Forgetting is what we all do best in the end.
As the ‘forgotten one’, I was left to roam the villiage basicaly without interference. The didn’t talk to me or acknowledge me in anyway.
what why i am here ??
can anyone explain me why we are so anxious about everything ???
lets find out
shoe i forgot my shoe, have you seen it? i last saw it on my foot. it was black, with red laces, and i seem to have missplaced it
I had forgotten about the gasoline that I left in the back of my truck until I saw her driving off in it while I stood in the living room. I was in my underwear and it was in the dead of winter but I was not cold, as the house burned down around me.
“Look around you,” he said, spreading his hands.
Kylie stopped and stared, taking in the trees and vines. “It’s a forest.”
“Look closer.”
At his urging, she looked around like she was searching a hidden picture book, and found walls and towers. “It’s a forgotten castle,” she said in awe.
I lie in the places you overlook. I want to be the person you look at everyday and smile, like you know me. Yet, I am just a figment of the back of your mind. I miss you. I mean nothing to you. I am a ghost.
I don’t want to be forgotten. This is hands down, fear number one. Imagine living a life, whether it’s full or not, and no one gives a flying hoot about you after you’re gone. So the most we can do now is to make memories, laugh harder, and love just a little more. This way no one will ever forget our big smiles and even bigger hearts.
Lost. Alone. Forgotten. That’s how I felt as I sat curled up on the hard wood floor. How could they have left me? I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak, all I could do was think. Think about what was forgotten.
To be forgotten is to be lost. I do not fear death, pain or misery, only that it will all be in vain, and my efforts shall be forgotten, and lost for eternity in the darkness of wasted dreams and broken hearts.
words etched into stone are always forgotten over time. whether they were about a loved one, a lost one, or a hated one, they are always forgotten. it may take years. it may take decades, or centuries. but eventually the words wear down into the stone. flesh & bones rot into the earth below these stones, and memories fade.
i keep forgetting the simplist thing. Like, once I forgot my middle name… And the year I was born… And my homework… Yet I can remember things that nobody else would even remember. It’s rather odd… I’ve never forgotten how to pronounce a name for instance… O.o
spinning side ways
left behind it was
jumping under and through
pulling away from you
a passionate dance it was
shinny places left in time
In every single oneword entry I submit, I think of you.
I’ve forgotten how much energy it takes to be happy. You know when you are busy laughing and smiling and not realizing how many muscles you’re using, and then you stop and your face is tired and your heart feels heavy? I hate reality.
She was forgotten. By the one person who she thought would never. Ever. He knew she had been hurt before, and all those lies, all those promises he made without thinking. And then he left, so close yet so far. He left, and she hurt.
Forgotten. I am often forgotten, by everyone around me. I lack significance, I am not memorable. It is not uncommon that I will be completely forgotten. That’s okay. I’d rather be forgotten, remembered for nothing, than remembered for something bad.
I’ve been forgotten at many places before, never for more than a few minutes time. Other people are in worst situations than I have been in. You feel empty in side, as if you are unimportant to the world around you. It is unbelievably sad as you look at the scenery around you, where everyone else is smiling, all anything but alone.
I have forgotten the days when youth was fresh and summer was measured in melted pools of ice cream.
I have forgotten many things but I will never let our memories go
They hurt me more and more but I can’t help but enjoy the pain it causes
The little teddy bear under my bed. Covered in dust, it sits, forgotten. Lost in a dream. Will it ever be found? Perhaps, in years, when it has no worth, only to be thrown away.
I thought you had forgotten all about me. Little did I know that I was always on your mind. You avoided me; I took it as you pushing yourself away as a friend. When I needed you the most, you were right by my side. And you have never left. You didn’t forget about me at all. All you had to do was wait.
Sometimes I feel forgotten by the world around me. Everyone goes on and on with their lives, but when I ask them for a moment of their time to actually listen to me, they don’t. They dont forget me when they need me, but always seem to when they don;t. It really bothers me sometimes
You have forgotten. After everything we’ve been through. After all the memories you gave me and everything we shared together. After everything we had we lost it all. I will forever remember, but you have forgotten.
forgotten? Like lost. Something that happens when you maybe made a mistake? Or with death. No one wants to be forgotten, for the most part at least.
you shy me away from the core
of your head,
fell me down the cliff of nothing
well you said I’d forget,
I’d move,
but I’m still standing here,
still salty and unsatisfied
Did you forget how I feel?
Did you see me up there?
And why did you see everyone else?
I don’t dare think this is a matter of…other things. But I don’t understand what’s going on. I don’t understand why you threw me away like this. Did you forget me?
sometimes i feel forgotten by the words that you leave unspoken between breaths and when you’re constantly running away. sometimes i just want you to stay close enough in my presence so my mind doesn’t flutter with, “what if he doesn’t feel this way tomorrow?” i’m worried our friendship doesn’t have “forever”; i’m worried that sometimes all we have is today.