I can’yt remember why I climbed in through the window but I did it naked and hurt myself on the sill. Next time I’ll use vasoline in those important place but for now I’m in and it’s going to stay that way.
i remember when everything seemed perfect. all my friends seemed sane then. i don’t know if it was worse or better than. but it seemed easier. i also remember not knowing. i didn’t know a lot because it was easier i think. is that knowledge worth the suffering that i have to deal with now? should i even be using the phrase “deal with”? it is them that are suffering.
“Do you remember?” Why do cheesy love songs always start with that line? It’s like just remember the good times don’t remember the times when I was a total jerk and forgot your birthday or the time I stood you up to go out with my friends. Yeah, I remember alright.
i forgot. good, i remember my first kiss. i remember joey bacon. I remember how he promised we’d hang out. i remember the dream i had where I wanted to kiss him so so so so bad. I remember brazil and the amazing food
all the things you hold dear all the nightmares embedded in the heart, the mind. consumed and consuming the word that conjures every lived moment. Timeless and forever remembering all forgotten. sadness falls through my being, takes my imagination and distorts it.
all the times we spent on the phone, and all the songs we used to recommend ohhh myyyy i miss you sometimes ohh i do !! it meant alot to hear you say this about me your amazing !
This past week I went with my history class to a Temple and we heard a Holocaust survivor speak. At the end, he made a huge point that we should never forget what happened. In order to prevent history from repeating itself, we have “remember” forever and pass the stories down to prevent the corruption of the human mind. Pretty cool stuff I think.
I remember this one time I was at the beach and I saw a really big jellyfish. Remembering is recalling something that happened a very long time ago that you can think about and know what happened. It’s a cool thing you’re brain does. You can remember a place, an event, or a person.
I sat there in the rocking chair, perched just above a hedge of rose bushes, peering out between the intertwined and overgrown tendrils that extended up in a chaotic fashion. There was an inkling of an idea, a thought, a memory that swished about within my mind. I pondered it, touched it, felt it, groped at it. It’s significance was pertinent to the moment but otherwise of no practical use. I let myself linger upon it for a minute or two, then reached out with my right hand and grasped the pewter mug and lifted it to my parched lips. It felt cold and hard against my skin, I tilted it up and greedily pulled at its contents.
Its all moving by, like the view out of the window of a train, landscapes of memory rolling by. Rewinding on the tape, the old pictures seem faded, some not readable, I know I’m forgetting something, but I don’t care. When I reach the station, I just hope you’ll remember my soul, I hope I’ll remember yours, until next time we meet we say good bye, the journey never ends.
“Remember when everything was simple, and we trusted all of our friends? When stress didn’t exist, and all we felt was carefree?” This spasm of passion flowed through me, and I spoke my mind. “I remember. Now we’re over our heads. And we want to have faith in each other, but we make it impossible,” he replied and looked down sadly. I ached to hug him, to let him know that I understood, to remind him that we aren’t truly alone. But he was too far gone, and I was scared to try.
remember to always be thankful. remember to say please and thank you. remember to say I love you. remember to put the milk in the fridge. remember to go to the bathroom before it’s too late. Remember to use correct grammar and punctuation.
Oh dear I remember a lot of things. I remember when I used to be a loose canon and I remember being fun and lively and happy, and then I remember i’m still young. I can do this again I Must remember that!
Sometimes i’m bad at remembering things but that’s ok I wasn’t meant to remember everything both good and bad.
I remember your face that morning. Blank, but still full of emotion. Waiting to tell me something. But your mouth refused to cooperate. And you left. You exited the room and I remained still. Silent. And then you were off. And the last time I saw you.. Silence.. forever.
Rest in piece, my love.
the time that i ate the bug and i almost choked? i wish that hadn’t happened. i was playing soccer at the time. it made me pause because it surprised me. i cannot believe that that happened. i guess it was just bad luck since we lost the game too. that happened at a 7 pm game. on a wednesday. i think.
Remember things with crystal clarity, not the words but the emotion, the smell, the feel of the overhead lamp humming in your ears, the hollow sound of an empty gymnasium.
I remember the memories that never fade; each kiss, each embrace, each longing gaze into each others eyes. I remember the promises we made, the euphoria we felt being alone together. The love, the lust, the all of it. I remember how you threw it all away and tried to return those memories to me, in a paper bag with the past enclosed in its depths. I remember how you didn’t have the courage to give me this bag yourself, you entrusted your friend to hand it to me. You kicked our love aside, you left our memories on the curb, and you forgot how important we used to be to each other. I remember the memories we had that will never fade. Each kiss, each embrace, each gaze. The question is, do YOU remember?
I remember kissing you for the first time. It was great. Nothing spectacular though. Not like my very first kiss. Now THAT was amazing. But for some reason, your kiss stays with me. And apparently, so do you. I dont love you though, I promise…
“You don’t remember the walks we used to take along the mountain ridges. You don’t remember the time you spilled that coffee in my hair and gave me second-degree burns. You don’t remember the time you crashed into a tree and I had to drag you from the burning wreck of a truck. You don’t remember anything.”
“…No, I don’t.”
“Well, then, I’ll have to remember enough for both of us.”
i remember wen i was young and my grandfather used to get me mangoes….lots and lots of mangoes were brought just so the whole family cud enjoy them in the summer…i miss him getting mr mangoes
sometimes we lay in our bed saying remember when everything began – did you ever think this would be? did you ever think we would feel the way we do about one another? did you ever think things could be so good? did you ever think you would be lucky enough to find a love like this? (we should remember we are lucky)
I remember back when I was in 7th grade. The first day in Mr. Reynold’s class and I thought to myself “Wow, I really hope people like me”. Prior to that, in my previous class a student commented on my “mustache”. I was not aware of the fact that I even had one. So later on that day I went home, told my grandmother, and had her remove of my horrific upper lip hair. Showed me a lot.
I remember… sometimes I think I remember things that are impossible. Something will stir something else in the back of my mind. Some flowers do that for me, especially odd ones, like thistles and zinnias. I sometimes wonder if Plato might have been onto something, with his “old soul theory”.
I remember when I remembered how my friend remembered his September rememberance festival that everyone still remembers as something great to remember. I remember it clearly. I shall remember this.
I remember when we were little and we didn’t have to worry about rumors, becoming depression, or the pressure of having to be “perfect”. I remember when we wouldn’t be judged and labeled as being a slut, a whore, a bitch, or any of those words that cause pain to ourselves. I remember when we didn’t hurt ourselves over of these hurtful words, didn’t cut ourselves or wish we could just disappear from life.
don’t you remember, what could have been daily, don’t you draw your fortune from the aid of what you can perceive to create, don’t you remember coming from where you were and find that remembrance is happening all the time, like an encounter of orchestration the manner in which I am sought alleviates or burdens the present with all that will come or has gone
I remember the days when the weather was good, when it was night or day, in the open countryside, when I just had been to school, and now at home waiting for my mother to prepare me nice food. I still remember the days, the days that I will never forget, but for the reasons that there might be more to life, more than I ever have.
The youth, young times i shared with my family. Fearless and stupid. remember the good times, the bad times fade away relieving only the good times and the times that were not realized to be good until after the bad faded.
I woke up the next morning feeling like I would die, and struggled to identify the bed I was in. When I decided to get up and look around. I found a fair maiden on something round. Her name I couldn’t recall- she was sitting all tall sitting on one of those exercise balls. It seemed like a dream, but then she turned and screamed “OUT!” in an echoing yell that was simply supreme.
the time I jumped out the window after you when you tumbled out backwards. Those were the good times. the times we stayed up staring into each other’s eyes. I love shadows. And your smile through a thick fog.
Remembering is the best picture you can ever take.
I can’yt remember why I climbed in through the window but I did it naked and hurt myself on the sill. Next time I’ll use vasoline in those important place but for now I’m in and it’s going to stay that way.
i remember when everything seemed perfect. all my friends seemed sane then. i don’t know if it was worse or better than. but it seemed easier. i also remember not knowing. i didn’t know a lot because it was easier i think. is that knowledge worth the suffering that i have to deal with now? should i even be using the phrase “deal with”? it is them that are suffering.
crap. i’m screwed. that’s what i remember. that’s all there is to remember
“Do you remember?” Why do cheesy love songs always start with that line? It’s like just remember the good times don’t remember the times when I was a total jerk and forgot your birthday or the time I stood you up to go out with my friends. Yeah, I remember alright.
Remember that time? Yeah, you know the one. That was fun. I’d like to do that again. Too bad we lost Jimmy. :(
Memories, would you rather never be able to make new ones or lose all of your old ones? I’d get rid of the old.
i forgot. good, i remember my first kiss. i remember joey bacon. I remember how he promised we’d hang out. i remember the dream i had where I wanted to kiss him so so so so bad. I remember brazil and the amazing food
all the things you hold dear all the nightmares embedded in the heart, the mind. consumed and consuming the word that conjures every lived moment. Timeless and forever remembering all forgotten. sadness falls through my being, takes my imagination and distorts it.
all the times we spent on the phone, and all the songs we used to recommend ohhh myyyy i miss you sometimes ohh i do !! it meant alot to hear you say this about me your amazing !
This past week I went with my history class to a Temple and we heard a Holocaust survivor speak. At the end, he made a huge point that we should never forget what happened. In order to prevent history from repeating itself, we have “remember” forever and pass the stories down to prevent the corruption of the human mind. Pretty cool stuff I think.
chidlhood summer. staying at my nan’s. Remember my nan xx
I remember this one time I was at the beach and I saw a really big jellyfish. Remembering is recalling something that happened a very long time ago that you can think about and know what happened. It’s a cool thing you’re brain does. You can remember a place, an event, or a person.
I sat there in the rocking chair, perched just above a hedge of rose bushes, peering out between the intertwined and overgrown tendrils that extended up in a chaotic fashion. There was an inkling of an idea, a thought, a memory that swished about within my mind. I pondered it, touched it, felt it, groped at it. It’s significance was pertinent to the moment but otherwise of no practical use. I let myself linger upon it for a minute or two, then reached out with my right hand and grasped the pewter mug and lifted it to my parched lips. It felt cold and hard against my skin, I tilted it up and greedily pulled at its contents.
Its all moving by, like the view out of the window of a train, landscapes of memory rolling by. Rewinding on the tape, the old pictures seem faded, some not readable, I know I’m forgetting something, but I don’t care. When I reach the station, I just hope you’ll remember my soul, I hope I’ll remember yours, until next time we meet we say good bye, the journey never ends.
“Remember when everything was simple, and we trusted all of our friends? When stress didn’t exist, and all we felt was carefree?” This spasm of passion flowed through me, and I spoke my mind. “I remember. Now we’re over our heads. And we want to have faith in each other, but we make it impossible,” he replied and looked down sadly. I ached to hug him, to let him know that I understood, to remind him that we aren’t truly alone. But he was too far gone, and I was scared to try.
remember to always be thankful. remember to say please and thank you. remember to say I love you. remember to put the milk in the fridge. remember to go to the bathroom before it’s too late. Remember to use correct grammar and punctuation.
Oh dear I remember a lot of things. I remember when I used to be a loose canon and I remember being fun and lively and happy, and then I remember i’m still young. I can do this again I Must remember that!
Sometimes i’m bad at remembering things but that’s ok I wasn’t meant to remember everything both good and bad.
I remember your face that morning. Blank, but still full of emotion. Waiting to tell me something. But your mouth refused to cooperate. And you left. You exited the room and I remained still. Silent. And then you were off. And the last time I saw you.. Silence.. forever.
Rest in piece, my love.
the time that i ate the bug and i almost choked? i wish that hadn’t happened. i was playing soccer at the time. it made me pause because it surprised me. i cannot believe that that happened. i guess it was just bad luck since we lost the game too. that happened at a 7 pm game. on a wednesday. i think.
Remember things with crystal clarity, not the words but the emotion, the smell, the feel of the overhead lamp humming in your ears, the hollow sound of an empty gymnasium.
I remember the memories that never fade; each kiss, each embrace, each longing gaze into each others eyes. I remember the promises we made, the euphoria we felt being alone together. The love, the lust, the all of it. I remember how you threw it all away and tried to return those memories to me, in a paper bag with the past enclosed in its depths. I remember how you didn’t have the courage to give me this bag yourself, you entrusted your friend to hand it to me. You kicked our love aside, you left our memories on the curb, and you forgot how important we used to be to each other. I remember the memories we had that will never fade. Each kiss, each embrace, each gaze. The question is, do YOU remember?
I remember kissing you for the first time. It was great. Nothing spectacular though. Not like my very first kiss. Now THAT was amazing. But for some reason, your kiss stays with me. And apparently, so do you. I dont love you though, I promise…
I remember everything I ever loved.
Oh how I wish I didn’t.
“You don’t remember the walks we used to take along the mountain ridges. You don’t remember the time you spilled that coffee in my hair and gave me second-degree burns. You don’t remember the time you crashed into a tree and I had to drag you from the burning wreck of a truck. You don’t remember anything.”
“…No, I don’t.”
“Well, then, I’ll have to remember enough for both of us.”
oh all the things i can remember…
or want to remember.
remembering how to forget is the hardest.
or is it forgetting to remember?
i remember wen i was young and my grandfather used to get me mangoes….lots and lots of mangoes were brought just so the whole family cud enjoy them in the summer…i miss him getting mr mangoes
sometimes we lay in our bed saying remember when everything began – did you ever think this would be? did you ever think we would feel the way we do about one another? did you ever think things could be so good? did you ever think you would be lucky enough to find a love like this? (we should remember we are lucky)
I remember back when I was in 7th grade. The first day in Mr. Reynold’s class and I thought to myself “Wow, I really hope people like me”. Prior to that, in my previous class a student commented on my “mustache”. I was not aware of the fact that I even had one. So later on that day I went home, told my grandmother, and had her remove of my horrific upper lip hair. Showed me a lot.
I remember… sometimes I think I remember things that are impossible. Something will stir something else in the back of my mind. Some flowers do that for me, especially odd ones, like thistles and zinnias. I sometimes wonder if Plato might have been onto something, with his “old soul theory”.
I remember when I remembered how my friend remembered his September rememberance festival that everyone still remembers as something great to remember. I remember it clearly. I shall remember this.
Remember that time at the beach?
Where we sat under the pier and we spent the whole day just talking and getting to know each other better?
Do you remember it?
Yeah?
That’s the day I fell in love with you.
It’s good to remember the good ol days to keep you going. But the past is a springboard, not a hammock.
Just like in the Lion King…”Remember, Simba, Remember…”
I remember when we were little and we didn’t have to worry about rumors, becoming depression, or the pressure of having to be “perfect”. I remember when we wouldn’t be judged and labeled as being a slut, a whore, a bitch, or any of those words that cause pain to ourselves. I remember when we didn’t hurt ourselves over of these hurtful words, didn’t cut ourselves or wish we could just disappear from life.
don’t you remember, what could have been daily, don’t you draw your fortune from the aid of what you can perceive to create, don’t you remember coming from where you were and find that remembrance is happening all the time, like an encounter of orchestration the manner in which I am sought alleviates or burdens the present with all that will come or has gone
I remember the days when the weather was good, when it was night or day, in the open countryside, when I just had been to school, and now at home waiting for my mother to prepare me nice food. I still remember the days, the days that I will never forget, but for the reasons that there might be more to life, more than I ever have.
…….
The youth, young times i shared with my family. Fearless and stupid. remember the good times, the bad times fade away relieving only the good times and the times that were not realized to be good until after the bad faded.
I woke up the next morning feeling like I would die, and struggled to identify the bed I was in. When I decided to get up and look around. I found a fair maiden on something round. Her name I couldn’t recall- she was sitting all tall sitting on one of those exercise balls. It seemed like a dream, but then she turned and screamed “OUT!” in an echoing yell that was simply supreme.
i remember what we had. and what we didn’t.
you fooled me; i never want to see you again.
i remember how i broke his heart after.
guilt, pain, pleasure.
and how i continue to do it.
the time I jumped out the window after you when you tumbled out backwards. Those were the good times. the times we stayed up staring into each other’s eyes. I love shadows. And your smile through a thick fog.