I have been forgotten. Left behind. I love him but I left him. I hope he forgets me but I will never be able to forget about him. I hope he finds a world better than the one I could give him.
have you forgotten what i told you from the very beginning? i did not lead you into this unknowingly. i warned you. i told you everything i felt. i was honest and forth right and trusted you to respect that and not want more from me than a friendship. you couldn’t be a man and respect that i did not want you.
What have you forgotten this time? I am used to you flying in and giving me a hurried kiss on the head. You grab the item you need, tell me to be good, and rush back out the door. Well, now I can get back to my cat nap! Meow.
the stuffed animal lay under the bed for years, forgotten. it was a welcome change from its previous space on the bed, the daily sun wearing out its colors and the crowding of its fellow inhabitants. awful bedfellows, so to speak. it was definitely better this way. most of the time.
i wish i could remember when things were fresh. when i didn’t overthink. if i could only remember what it was like to not think or look or fear what will happen
forgotten i think i’ve forgotten how i felt during the first few weeks. during the first few months when everything is fun and things are beautiful and you don’t even see other boys and your not thinking about what’s going to inevitably go wrong. because it will go wrong
forgotten is an awesome word. i always envied forgoteen for its amazing stability amoungst asburgers people. forgotten is the greatest phycoanalysier that i’ve ever known. i give forgotten high marks
It’s a gray, lost notion, twisted in the eaves of spanish moss and unrecognized by the casual passerby – so often met with yet so seldom noticed. Twisted by remorse.
I had forgotten what it felt like to feel at peace. The song Mellow Yellow ran through my head and I suddenly got a craving for something slathered in butter.
i have not forgotten you and never will. You have made such an impact on my life and I hope that there is some way in the universe you know that I think of you. Without our experiences together I would not be the same and I thank you for that. I wish we would have had more time together, and I know that is such a cliche.
Forgotten words lay around in a pristine corner. Sure, one has time to clean everything, but one knows to avoid the pages full of hieroglyphic text in order to maintain one’s sanity. Words are safe until spoken.
I have not forgotten what you have done for me. I have not forgotten all you have given me. I have not forgotten that you are the one. I have not forgotten that you love me. I have not forgotten… no will I ever forget.
oh, what a day it was
when I woke up and showed up
but was let down, and torn up
because I had no idea
that your synapses were
blown up
and I was
forgotten
ive forgotten you. or so you think. truth is im trying to remember all that ive forgotten. how to be, how to love, who to love. how to be close. but worse of all ive forgotten that i can trust my mind for all the answers.
although i had forgotten much about what happened that night, it did not hinder the memory of those that had partaken in the event. It was foggy and blank outside, perhaps lending a good hand in why my memory was so blank.
My life is forgotten. Forgotten is why I’m here, what I want out of my future. I’m caught up in the chaos of the day to day pressures. I’m pushed side to side by the rip tide of expectations. Forgotten is the spontaneous fun I used to have. I miss having aspirations and ambitions.
I’ve forgotten a bit of my old balance, my old calm. Perhaps it was never there, perhaps I was only alright when nothing was at stake. Instinctively I knew it, and I threw down another wager. Now I am waiting to see how I lose.
People live people die, then they become forgotten. Some may live on but the average person is gone, and the memories of them fade into nothing. This is forgotten.
How is it that I seem to be so easily forgotten?
Did you never care?
Was I no one to you?
How could it be that we are no longer friends?
You were my friend, my “sister”, my son’s godmother
But I see how it is, I see that I am forgotten
I see that you never truly cared, at all
and she lay there, with her knees to her chest and her hair splayed out on the pillow. her tears dried up in black salty streams on her face. just like the rest of the other girls, she would be forgotten.
Eggs congealing on the good China, coffee cold, breakfast forgotten.
A trail of clothing like directional breadcrumbs marks a path from the front door to the bedroom. A second, with less articles, flows from the sunny kitchen nook back to bed.
The tension of the evening, the gamesmanship, has evaporated into screams of passion. There’s was a tryst waiting to happen.
Once they realized the pain they shared, the release came so naturally.
Long ago, and far away there lived a girl who had been forgotten. She lounged in the sun and basked in the moonlight, remembering all who had touched her life in some way.
“And please take that box of junk this time with you or its going straight in the garbage dump”, was my mom’s ultimatum. She was referring to the pile of knickknacks I had accumulated in the name of nostalgia. I opened the box eager to relive the past, and all the memories, good and bad, came flooding to me. I had forgotten, or at least tried to forget some, but there were also some, which were fresh in my mind, as if they just happened yesterday. Handmade greeting cards from my classmates, old scrapbooks filled by them, the chits we passed around in the class, photographs, medals, school badges, chocolate wrappers, gifts, gift wrappers, love letters, dried flowers, movie tickets, train passes, hall-tickets, the list was endless. I spent a few hours going through everything, refreshing the forgotten memories, and cherishing them, good and bad alike.
forgotten is many,
today is forgotten
just as the leaves fall in winter
they are forgotten
as today becomes yesterday
tomorrow is today
yet to be forgotten
i do not want to be forgotten. in fact i want to be forever remembered for something that helped so many people long after i was gone. i want to never be forgotten.
forgotten forgotten forgotten
just like that word, I’ve forgotten what I was going to say
honestly
but I’ve certainly not forgotten that there is an annoying timer underneath the screen that is almost going to finish
damn my hands have forgotten to type properly.
It was so late and I couldn’t find my way home. The steeets all looked the same and my house couildn’t be here. Where was it, where did I leave my car? Would the cat be starving, would the phone be ringing unanswered?
We all live forgotten lives with forgotten goals and expectations. No one remembers how they set off at first and then when its over all we know is where we are we’ve how we got there.
Long forgotten were the letters, the pink lace ribbon with which she’d tied them in a bow, and the love that had sprung between them that sweltering summer at the cape. But Moira still remembered his eyes – the deep blue of the ocean at midnight – they remained with her.
NON VOGLIO DIMENTICARE,
ANCHE SE VIVERE COMPORTA
CANCELLARE QUELLO CHE è STATO
OGNI GIORNO
IN OGNI MOMENTO
PER ANDARE AVANTI
BISOGNA LASCIARE ANDARE
IL FARDELLO DEL PASSATO
PER QUESTO ESISTE LA SCRITTURA
SUL FOGLIO E NEL CUORE
PER PORTARSI DIETRO
CIO CHE FA STARE BENE .
I have been forgotten. Left behind. I love him but I left him. I hope he forgets me but I will never be able to forget about him. I hope he finds a world better than the one I could give him.
have you forgotten what i told you from the very beginning? i did not lead you into this unknowingly. i warned you. i told you everything i felt. i was honest and forth right and trusted you to respect that and not want more from me than a friendship. you couldn’t be a man and respect that i did not want you.
What have you forgotten this time? I am used to you flying in and giving me a hurried kiss on the head. You grab the item you need, tell me to be good, and rush back out the door. Well, now I can get back to my cat nap! Meow.
the stuffed animal lay under the bed for years, forgotten. it was a welcome change from its previous space on the bed, the daily sun wearing out its colors and the crowding of its fellow inhabitants. awful bedfellows, so to speak. it was definitely better this way. most of the time.
i wish i could remember when things were fresh. when i didn’t overthink. if i could only remember what it was like to not think or look or fear what will happen
inability to remember.
forgotten i think i’ve forgotten how i felt during the first few weeks. during the first few months when everything is fun and things are beautiful and you don’t even see other boys and your not thinking about what’s going to inevitably go wrong. because it will go wrong
forgotten is an awesome word. i always envied forgoteen for its amazing stability amoungst asburgers people. forgotten is the greatest phycoanalysier that i’ve ever known. i give forgotten high marks
It’s a gray, lost notion, twisted in the eaves of spanish moss and unrecognized by the casual passerby – so often met with yet so seldom noticed. Twisted by remorse.
I had forgotten what it felt like to feel at peace. The song Mellow Yellow ran through my head and I suddenly got a craving for something slathered in butter.
i have not forgotten you and never will. You have made such an impact on my life and I hope that there is some way in the universe you know that I think of you. Without our experiences together I would not be the same and I thank you for that. I wish we would have had more time together, and I know that is such a cliche.
Forgotten words lay around in a pristine corner. Sure, one has time to clean everything, but one knows to avoid the pages full of hieroglyphic text in order to maintain one’s sanity. Words are safe until spoken.
I have not forgotten what you have done for me. I have not forgotten all you have given me. I have not forgotten that you are the one. I have not forgotten that you love me. I have not forgotten… no will I ever forget.
I forgot the blueberries in my fridge that I wanted to eat for lunch today. This word also makes me think of lost puppies, I’m not really sure why.
oh, what a day it was
when I woke up and showed up
but was let down, and torn up
because I had no idea
that your synapses were
blown up
and I was
forgotten
The day will come when you will be forgotten.
The space you fill in my head will soon be empty voids.
ive forgotten you. or so you think. truth is im trying to remember all that ive forgotten. how to be, how to love, who to love. how to be close. but worse of all ive forgotten that i can trust my mind for all the answers.
although i had forgotten much about what happened that night, it did not hinder the memory of those that had partaken in the event. It was foggy and blank outside, perhaps lending a good hand in why my memory was so blank.
My life is forgotten. Forgotten is why I’m here, what I want out of my future. I’m caught up in the chaos of the day to day pressures. I’m pushed side to side by the rip tide of expectations. Forgotten is the spontaneous fun I used to have. I miss having aspirations and ambitions.
i have been forgotten. I was stuck in the past trying to remember him only to find out that I have been long forgotten.
She had forgotten what love is, where it comes from, and what it feels like. It was time for her to move on.
I’ve forgotten a bit of my old balance, my old calm. Perhaps it was never there, perhaps I was only alright when nothing was at stake. Instinctively I knew it, and I threw down another wager. Now I am waiting to see how I lose.
People live people die, then they become forgotten. Some may live on but the average person is gone, and the memories of them fade into nothing. This is forgotten.
Had he forgotten? Did he listen to the message and then let it slip his mind? Neglected to text back?
I don’t think that he could put those years behind him. Maybe he’s trying. It’s a new life, and I’m not in it.
The glove looked lonely on the sidewalk, it’s fingers curled up in a fist, and I wondered what it was holding.
How is it that I seem to be so easily forgotten?
Did you never care?
Was I no one to you?
How could it be that we are no longer friends?
You were my friend, my “sister”, my son’s godmother
But I see how it is, I see that I am forgotten
I see that you never truly cared, at all
and she lay there, with her knees to her chest and her hair splayed out on the pillow. her tears dried up in black salty streams on her face. just like the rest of the other girls, she would be forgotten.
Eggs congealing on the good China, coffee cold, breakfast forgotten.
A trail of clothing like directional breadcrumbs marks a path from the front door to the bedroom. A second, with less articles, flows from the sunny kitchen nook back to bed.
The tension of the evening, the gamesmanship, has evaporated into screams of passion. There’s was a tryst waiting to happen.
Once they realized the pain they shared, the release came so naturally.
Oh the forgotten days of summer. Playing in the fields behind the house. Turning the hill into a pirate ship or playing the king of the mountain.
Long ago, and far away there lived a girl who had been forgotten. She lounged in the sun and basked in the moonlight, remembering all who had touched her life in some way.
“And please take that box of junk this time with you or its going straight in the garbage dump”, was my mom’s ultimatum. She was referring to the pile of knickknacks I had accumulated in the name of nostalgia. I opened the box eager to relive the past, and all the memories, good and bad, came flooding to me. I had forgotten, or at least tried to forget some, but there were also some, which were fresh in my mind, as if they just happened yesterday. Handmade greeting cards from my classmates, old scrapbooks filled by them, the chits we passed around in the class, photographs, medals, school badges, chocolate wrappers, gifts, gift wrappers, love letters, dried flowers, movie tickets, train passes, hall-tickets, the list was endless. I spent a few hours going through everything, refreshing the forgotten memories, and cherishing them, good and bad alike.
forgotten is many,
today is forgotten
just as the leaves fall in winter
they are forgotten
as today becomes yesterday
tomorrow is today
yet to be forgotten
i do not want to be forgotten. in fact i want to be forever remembered for something that helped so many people long after i was gone. i want to never be forgotten.
forgotten forgotten forgotten
just like that word, I’ve forgotten what I was going to say
honestly
but I’ve certainly not forgotten that there is an annoying timer underneath the screen that is almost going to finish
damn my hands have forgotten to type properly.
cheese is always forgotten. why??
Poor cheese.
People just seem to like ham more these days!
It was so late and I couldn’t find my way home. The steeets all looked the same and my house couildn’t be here. Where was it, where did I leave my car? Would the cat be starving, would the phone be ringing unanswered?
We all live forgotten lives with forgotten goals and expectations. No one remembers how they set off at first and then when its over all we know is where we are we’ve how we got there.
Long forgotten were the letters, the pink lace ribbon with which she’d tied them in a bow, and the love that had sprung between them that sweltering summer at the cape. But Moira still remembered his eyes – the deep blue of the ocean at midnight – they remained with her.
NON VOGLIO DIMENTICARE,
ANCHE SE VIVERE COMPORTA
CANCELLARE QUELLO CHE è STATO
OGNI GIORNO
IN OGNI MOMENTO
PER ANDARE AVANTI
BISOGNA LASCIARE ANDARE
IL FARDELLO DEL PASSATO
PER QUESTO ESISTE LA SCRITTURA
SUL FOGLIO E NEL CUORE
PER PORTARSI DIETRO
CIO CHE FA STARE BENE .
It has been such a long, hot summer I had forgotten how good it feels to have the rain fall on your face, refreshing, cool and life-giving.