I remember boarding a huge ship in my twenties or was it when I was eighteen – in St.Lucia – meeting this tall, good-looking Martinique French guy, very dark, going into his cabin, he is showing me his lovely art work. I want to stay with him. A sailor comes into the room. I must leave the ship, they are about to sail. The French guy escorts me off the ship. I cannot remember if we embraced but his memory has stayed with me, up to this day.
Remember remember the Fifth of November?
I’d rather remember my notes
Exams are upon me
Please, won’t you help me
remember, remember,
the facts that I need?
Remember when. Remember how it felt. The feeling of the dirt beneath my toes, the smell of the fresh rain. The warmth of his hand holding mine. The beautiful forest sunshine. The sound of the creek. Remember how it felt and hold onto it.
i remember the day that you and i first met. I remember the courage had to muster up just to tell you my feelings about you. I remember the feelings that i felt when you said you felt the same way <3
remember stuff is a good thing! we should stick to our memories and appreciate them a little more. there are certain things i’ll always remember and never forget, at least that’s what i hope for…
I remember you. Yes, you’re the one that sent me here. Wrapped me in lies and false worth. Trapped me in a shell. A shell barely resembling the truth of my divinity. I remember you now. And now that I do, I will be punished by being made to forget. So tomorrow, I shall begin, once again, learning to remember…
The time when we first met, the time that I held you in my arms, the time when you kissed me on the beach, the time when you said you’d be mine forever.
For a long time all I did was remember those moments, plotting our progress by them.
I remember your eyes in the dark of the room. I remember the music vaguely playing. Your voice was more precious to me. And now I see your eyes in the dark of my room. And your voice is better than any silence.
I sat overlooking the river it was one of those days when you remember the best of times, helped along by two gin and tonics all I remembered was sweet as the gin itsself.
The first memory that came to my mind was LA. I’m less than 5 with ear-length straight blond hair that got to be almost white, sitting and looking up at my mother and her extra-extra long brown hair as we drive back from the Blockbuster. I have the Rocketeer 3D drawing book set and even though I just got burnt by the hot seatbelt, I’m elated. No need to say what the weather was like there, btw. “The only times you miss LA come when you’re there…’cuz if you think about it elsewhere, you’ll just get depressed.”
Remember the days we spent under the golden sun, never knowing the hour nor the minute but understanding the moment. The Nights were calm, we were collected and our souls at ease. These I remember in the smoke.
I don’t know if you remember anything I said to you. Do you remember when we used to talk? What we used to talk about? Do you remember what we were gonna do before that moment? I miss you. I miss how we used to be. I remember everything, but I’m almost positive you don’t remember shit.
I deleted those pictures of us. But I left them on Facebook, because if I ever wanted them back, they’re right there.
remember me remember us and all the memories.Remember your food,your feelings and what you believe.never forget about us.remember this game.remember all the beautiful moments in life.remember life as it is and never forget all the beauty it carries.remember yourself.
Remember this time when we walk on the clouds, blue as the eyes of the whale and we scream about beauty. Life is this magical typography of moods and squeals. I loved the stars that shone with us.
remember when you were so mad at me that you killed my dog, and then we laughed all day about it. I still miss that him. he was my favorite. I hate you for what you’ve done! bitch. Want to get ice cream later?
i remember you , a sad movie. my ex. always on my mind. something you will often forget to do. something you hate to do. the base to memories. something i love. something you cant do sometimes
Remember what? Memories. Good memories, bad memories, they’re all the same in the end. Things you will look back on, smile, cry, it’s all the same. Remember the good and bad. They both changed you, altered your existence.
I remember so very little about my childhood. That makes me wonder sometimes exactly what it was that I spent so much time doing. When I start to REALLY remember things, it bothers me. Not in a painful sort of way, it just does. So many questions
remember something. Forget everything else. good ones are good to keep. Painful are meant to be forgotten. remember to say love you. Forget to say goodbyes.
Remember when we were six years old and we met digging for rocks in your front yard? I wish I could go back to that time when the world didnt matter, when the world revolved around the “dinosaur bones” we found, not the stupid drama that came later in life. I remember when we were carefree and could actually escape the world and have fun.
I remember only the best of times because those are the times that keep me sane. At times, I find myself thinking and remebering past times which is a really bad thing. When I remember the good times I laugh and miss them terribly because i can honestly say i was happy.
I think about all the special times we had together. I think about how much we were in love. I can’t help but remember everything about you–you were so wonderful. How can I miss someone so much that I remember their every flaw, yet I still love them just the same. I love you
Sometimes I forget. I loose a lot of things. Especially my car keys. Remember the ones you love. Remember that you can learn something from everyone. My family are what is important. Remember to call and their birthdays. Drugs effect my memory.
i always remember stuff when i saw this word i didnt even realize it was a word i had to write about i just kept trying to remember stuff i thought id forgotten but its all ok now and now i just feel under pressure to finish with something good i have a biology test tomorrow. but seriously now i really like the film the third man, that hasnt got a lot of remembering in it or does it i cant remember its been a while since ive watched it, maybe ill do that soon with a my friend or boyf although i dont think he really likes black white film noir that much
i would like to remember a lot more about the past and how it affects my future. Knowledge and remembering are greatly tied together and if I would like to be more knowledgeable I will need to be able to remember more!
Remember? i wish i could forget. remembering is always harder. always. it’s always the good things too. you would expect that remembering the bad things would make life a little harder, but i can’t shake all of the wonderful things that i no longer have. I wish i could forget almost. then i could move on maybe. still i can’t forget.
Remembering is tough. Sometimes remembering hurts. Sometimes it brings happiness. Something you want to forget something you remember but you can’t and that makes it so much worse. Sometimes. You actually want to remember. The good things. The lovely things.
i am so hungry right now
and my arms and shoulder hurt
my heart
feels like something
heavy
i finally found a boy that i like
but
in reality
it’s difficult
it’s hard
but
at least
i found it
should I
keep going or wait?
I remember boarding a huge ship in my twenties or was it when I was eighteen – in St.Lucia – meeting this tall, good-looking Martinique French guy, very dark, going into his cabin, he is showing me his lovely art work. I want to stay with him. A sailor comes into the room. I must leave the ship, they are about to sail. The French guy escorts me off the ship. I cannot remember if we embraced but his memory has stayed with me, up to this day.
Remember remember the Fifth of November?
I’d rather remember my notes
Exams are upon me
Please, won’t you help me
remember, remember,
the facts that I need?
Remember when. Remember how it felt. The feeling of the dirt beneath my toes, the smell of the fresh rain. The warmth of his hand holding mine. The beautiful forest sunshine. The sound of the creek. Remember how it felt and hold onto it.
raaawrr
i remember the day that you and i first met. I remember the courage had to muster up just to tell you my feelings about you. I remember the feelings that i felt when you said you felt the same way <3
remember stuff is a good thing! we should stick to our memories and appreciate them a little more. there are certain things i’ll always remember and never forget, at least that’s what i hope for…
I remember you. Yes, you’re the one that sent me here. Wrapped me in lies and false worth. Trapped me in a shell. A shell barely resembling the truth of my divinity. I remember you now. And now that I do, I will be punished by being made to forget. So tomorrow, I shall begin, once again, learning to remember…
“I cant. I wont. These…these things…are just…too…real.. I won’t remember I dont want to remember.”.
The time when we first met, the time that I held you in my arms, the time when you kissed me on the beach, the time when you said you’d be mine forever.
For a long time all I did was remember those moments, plotting our progress by them.
Now all I do is remember to forget.
reminiscence. parks, grass, white flowers. bikes. german family. birthday cake without sugar. complete strangers. away. backpack. hide and seek. mountains. garmisch. train. 2 months. alone.
I remember your eyes in the dark of the room. I remember the music vaguely playing. Your voice was more precious to me. And now I see your eyes in the dark of my room. And your voice is better than any silence.
I sat overlooking the river it was one of those days when you remember the best of times, helped along by two gin and tonics all I remembered was sweet as the gin itsself.
embraço la ramur desfad, he loat them fals, taip miss till we’ve froan
The first memory that came to my mind was LA. I’m less than 5 with ear-length straight blond hair that got to be almost white, sitting and looking up at my mother and her extra-extra long brown hair as we drive back from the Blockbuster. I have the Rocketeer 3D drawing book set and even though I just got burnt by the hot seatbelt, I’m elated. No need to say what the weather was like there, btw. “The only times you miss LA come when you’re there…’cuz if you think about it elsewhere, you’ll just get depressed.”
Remember the days we spent under the golden sun, never knowing the hour nor the minute but understanding the moment. The Nights were calm, we were collected and our souls at ease. These I remember in the smoke.
I don’t know if you remember anything I said to you. Do you remember when we used to talk? What we used to talk about? Do you remember what we were gonna do before that moment? I miss you. I miss how we used to be. I remember everything, but I’m almost positive you don’t remember shit.
I deleted those pictures of us. But I left them on Facebook, because if I ever wanted them back, they’re right there.
remember me remember us and all the memories.Remember your food,your feelings and what you believe.never forget about us.remember this game.remember all the beautiful moments in life.remember life as it is and never forget all the beauty it carries.remember yourself.
Remember this time when we walk on the clouds, blue as the eyes of the whale and we scream about beauty. Life is this magical typography of moods and squeals. I loved the stars that shone with us.
remember when you were 4 years old?
remember when you were so mad at me that you killed my dog, and then we laughed all day about it. I still miss that him. he was my favorite. I hate you for what you’ve done! bitch. Want to get ice cream later?
Do this in memory of Me.
i remember. well usually. to concentrate when typing the word. it always comes out as ‘remeber’. i remeber
i remember you , a sad movie. my ex. always on my mind. something you will often forget to do. something you hate to do. the base to memories. something i love. something you cant do sometimes
Remember what? Memories. Good memories, bad memories, they’re all the same in the end. Things you will look back on, smile, cry, it’s all the same. Remember the good and bad. They both changed you, altered your existence.
“You have got to be kidding! I forgot to get gas?”
“Well, you do seem to find it hard to remember things lately. Early onset dementia, perhaps?” Jason looked at Jennifer with a twinkle in his eyes.
I remember so very little about my childhood. That makes me wonder sometimes exactly what it was that I spent so much time doing. When I start to REALLY remember things, it bothers me. Not in a painful sort of way, it just does. So many questions
remember something. Forget everything else. good ones are good to keep. Painful are meant to be forgotten. remember to say love you. Forget to say goodbyes.
Remember when we were six years old and we met digging for rocks in your front yard? I wish I could go back to that time when the world didnt matter, when the world revolved around the “dinosaur bones” we found, not the stupid drama that came later in life. I remember when we were carefree and could actually escape the world and have fun.
I remember love like cinnamon, I remember pain like lightning, I don’t remember you ever being there.
I remember only the best of times because those are the times that keep me sane. At times, I find myself thinking and remebering past times which is a really bad thing. When I remember the good times I laugh and miss them terribly because i can honestly say i was happy.
I think about all the special times we had together. I think about how much we were in love. I can’t help but remember everything about you–you were so wonderful. How can I miss someone so much that I remember their every flaw, yet I still love them just the same. I love you
I remember laughter
that burst from lungs
and filled the air
with endorphins,
that radiated from him
like sunshine.
Sometimes I forget. I loose a lot of things. Especially my car keys. Remember the ones you love. Remember that you can learn something from everyone. My family are what is important. Remember to call and their birthdays. Drugs effect my memory.
Remember those that, that day. We reminisce those times, we’ve longed to remember, but vanishing faintly across time, remember when it all faded away?
i always remember stuff when i saw this word i didnt even realize it was a word i had to write about i just kept trying to remember stuff i thought id forgotten but its all ok now and now i just feel under pressure to finish with something good i have a biology test tomorrow. but seriously now i really like the film the third man, that hasnt got a lot of remembering in it or does it i cant remember its been a while since ive watched it, maybe ill do that soon with a my friend or boyf although i dont think he really likes black white film noir that much
i would like to remember a lot more about the past and how it affects my future. Knowledge and remembering are greatly tied together and if I would like to be more knowledgeable I will need to be able to remember more!
Remember? i wish i could forget. remembering is always harder. always. it’s always the good things too. you would expect that remembering the bad things would make life a little harder, but i can’t shake all of the wonderful things that i no longer have. I wish i could forget almost. then i could move on maybe. still i can’t forget.
Remembering is tough. Sometimes remembering hurts. Sometimes it brings happiness. Something you want to forget something you remember but you can’t and that makes it so much worse. Sometimes. You actually want to remember. The good things. The lovely things.
i am so hungry right now
and my arms and shoulder hurt
my heart
feels like something
heavy
i finally found a boy that i like
but
in reality
it’s difficult
it’s hard
but
at least
i found it
should I
keep going or wait?
Remember love.