Ahh, remember. What does it mean, to remember? Remembering is the picture on my wall with two smiles, yours and mine. Remembering is the sound of your voice over the phone that brings that same smile in the picture to my face.
I remember when I was little and everything was carefree. I used to jump without a fear of falling. Love without being scared. And live without the longing of dieing oh to be young again.
remember means so munch more than that a stupid word it means that you will look into your past and try to find answers to those unanswered questions. It means you will dig up all thoose forgotton and might deserve a apology thats what remember means to me. what about you? Think about it. i remember my 12 year old dog named radar but i don,t susie i scarred i will forget i mean who isn’t afraid to forget. r u scared i am.
I have few memories and I often have troubles keeping them. Remember is a difficult word to enjoy or hear. I don’t like memories. They can be shared as well as used to cut someone out, such as someone who wasn’t involved. I prefer to just enjoy the time being.
remember means so munch more than that a stupid word it means that you will look into your past and try to find answers to those unanswered questions. It means you will dig up all thoose forgotton and might deserve a apology thats what remember means to me. what about you? Think about it.
I remember. Many golden days of childhood, the memories of yore now gone to waste in my own festering pile of abuse, idleness, and failure. Do you remember? Remember the lavender days, running in pastures together? We would stain our pants and laugh and fall in the fields hugging and joking and playing. I am beginning to forget – why can’t I remember? I have been away from the fields for too long – those fields of lavender, of course. And the grain, and the corn – I can never forget those. Those, I remember. But I am still lost in the fields of my own mind, the restrictions I place on my own pasture. I am losing my memories to the drought of society’s passion.
Sometimes all we have as human beings is our memories. Remembering everything–the good times, the bad times, drunk times, smiles, tears, family, friends, heartbreak–keeps us alive. We keep on living and making memories, and it is these memories that hold our histories, our very existences.
Remember, remember the 5th of November, the gun powder treason and plot. I know of no reason why the gun powder…uhm…gun powder? What’s the ending? Damn…I forgot.
I remember. When I would run in the fields, during the golden days of yore, when I was young. You were young. Do you remember? We were so, so young. We would play in the fields of lavender and joke and run and escape the vile collections of idleness and vice that built up in our homes – we were free from the world.
Those things that we can never forget. Those are the things we need to keep in our mind always. They are important and not worth losing. Capture them. Keep them forever and always. They are worth having.
Remember the time we did that one thing that thing so long ago. No I don’t remember either, it was some time ago and much time has passed. With out our memories what are we? Are we anything with them? How can we progress and move forward with out the thought of what was to control what will be? Remember those days? I do, I remember each moment, except the ones dear to you, because those weren’t my memories to hold. I have my own and they are the ones that I hold close.
all i can remember when the word “childhood” clicks in my head is all the notorious stuff i did with my sbiling and all the happy times we shared. wish we could revisit them. nothi8ng beats the innocense are nothing to fear about state of childhood. indeed the best phase of life. lucky to have a wonderful childhood
I remember when my life felt out of control. I felt like it wasn’t really my life at all, but that someone else was giving me orders that I didn’t understand and wasn’t following very well. Now I know who is in control of my life — me! And that is a refreshing and wonderful change!
Remember when death followed me for all summer? As I got up in the morning, and brushed my teeth it stared out the fogged up glass at me. As I walked by myself down each lonely street, it was never more than a few yards away. Breathing down my neck and swearing it would make me it’s own. Then one day I rang for you, and they said you were dead. Dead. So I went outside and had a bit of a cigarette. Wishing I didn’t know what dead was.
i remember a time where life was simple. it was all about lollipops and teddy bears. what i can’t remember is feeling blue, purple, yellow or green. colors were for grown ups, not for little kids.
now is a time that i want the lollipops and the colors to come together so i can remember today like i will tomorrow.
hello, my name is marifer, when i grow up i want to be a great artist, i love paint, icecream & makeup, everything a girl could wish for in life “eat without getting fat” lol have a nice day love you all even if i dont know you (:
Sometimes all we have as human beings is our memories. Remembering everything–the good times, the bad times, drunk times, smiles, tears, family, friends, heartbreak–keeps us alive. We keep on living and making memories, and it is these memories that hold our histories, our very existences.
I remember eating about half an hour ago with my cousins that live next town over. My aunt made us kong kook soo (cold bean broth with noodles) and said that she felt bad for the people that don’t know this dish. It’s the best dish served during the summer for Koreans.
Do you even remember me? Has your life really moved on that far? Can you not remember how it felt to hold me? How it felt to touch me? Can you not remember how much I cared about you? Can you not remember how much you cared about me? Do you even remember me?
“Remember remember the fifth of November, the gunpowder treason and plot, I see no reason that the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot” the words went through my mind, the meter of the poem flowing nicely. Guy Fawkes, an interesting guy, and V for Vendetta, and interesting film, both had peaked my interest even at the young age of thirteen.
Remember when we were little? That summer you taught me whistle and we raced bikes never fast enough? I do. What happened? The scraped knees stung, but the times we spent back then were great. I loved you, even as a child.
What happened to “us”?
There are so many things that I remember. Sometimes I wonder if I have a photographic memory. It certainly feels that way sometimes. But then there are other times when I can’t recall any memories. It’s like there’s a switch in my head that someone else has control of, and they flip it whenever they feel like it.
Remember. Remember the time where we just sat, after the happiest moment of our lives. We just sat as all others around us talked and laughed, we just sat and stared at each other, stared at the scenery, and told ourselves we’d never forget this. —- True story (:
Remember the time you kissed that one guy when you were drunk? Or remember that one time you did that really stupid thing and I like to bring it up whenever I want to make myself more interesting? Or how I don’t do any of that because I’m trying to be a good friend.
remember remember the fifth of november. memories. pictures and images embedded in your mind for as long as you can keep them there. remembering numbers, names, faces and places. amnesia when you CAN’T remember. alzeihmers when you CAN’T remember. blocking things out so you don’t remember. getting annoyed when you can’t remember. being happy when you can.
Remember that time when I borrowed your pencil,
and wrote on the back of your math assignment
and drew that one sketch..
Not the penguin, the other one.
Remember how you yelled at me?
And crossed everything out
Too embarrassed to turn it in
with my scribblings on the back?
Well, I want you to come to my gallery opening on Wednesday- if you remember.
Something we all want: to be remembered. But surely for all to be remembered is truly impossible? If we wish to be remembered, we must remember. To be remembered is to live forever.
Remember all the little things you forget:
the number of kisses she gave your cheek.
The number of drips from the tap
to my hand.
The number of stars:
billion. Trillions of trillions.
Each one a God.
Each one a figment of mind–
a reality. A movement. Something
that makes little sense.
Something you remember.
Forget.
Something.
Always remember the pass that you may change the future and make things better.
Ahh, remember. What does it mean, to remember? Remembering is the picture on my wall with two smiles, yours and mine. Remembering is the sound of your voice over the phone that brings that same smile in the picture to my face.
I remember when I was little and everything was carefree. I used to jump without a fear of falling. Love without being scared. And live without the longing of dieing oh to be young again.
remember means so munch more than that a stupid word it means that you will look into your past and try to find answers to those unanswered questions. It means you will dig up all thoose forgotton and might deserve a apology thats what remember means to me. what about you? Think about it. i remember my 12 year old dog named radar but i don,t susie i scarred i will forget i mean who isn’t afraid to forget. r u scared i am.
I have few memories and I often have troubles keeping them. Remember is a difficult word to enjoy or hear. I don’t like memories. They can be shared as well as used to cut someone out, such as someone who wasn’t involved. I prefer to just enjoy the time being.
remember means so munch more than that a stupid word it means that you will look into your past and try to find answers to those unanswered questions. It means you will dig up all thoose forgotton and might deserve a apology thats what remember means to me. what about you? Think about it.
I remember. Many golden days of childhood, the memories of yore now gone to waste in my own festering pile of abuse, idleness, and failure. Do you remember? Remember the lavender days, running in pastures together? We would stain our pants and laugh and fall in the fields hugging and joking and playing. I am beginning to forget – why can’t I remember? I have been away from the fields for too long – those fields of lavender, of course. And the grain, and the corn – I can never forget those. Those, I remember. But I am still lost in the fields of my own mind, the restrictions I place on my own pasture. I am losing my memories to the drought of society’s passion.
Sometimes all we have as human beings is our memories. Remembering everything–the good times, the bad times, drunk times, smiles, tears, family, friends, heartbreak–keeps us alive. We keep on living and making memories, and it is these memories that hold our histories, our very existences.
To never forget the good times, when it all seems so bad.
Remember, remember the 5th of November, the gun powder treason and plot. I know of no reason why the gun powder…uhm…gun powder? What’s the ending? Damn…I forgot.
I remember. When I would run in the fields, during the golden days of yore, when I was young. You were young. Do you remember? We were so, so young. We would play in the fields of lavender and joke and run and escape the vile collections of idleness and vice that built up in our homes – we were free from the world.
Those things that we can never forget. Those are the things we need to keep in our mind always. They are important and not worth losing. Capture them. Keep them forever and always. They are worth having.
suddnly i rember who you were you were my guiden star from a different diminsion.
Remember the time we did that one thing that thing so long ago. No I don’t remember either, it was some time ago and much time has passed. With out our memories what are we? Are we anything with them? How can we progress and move forward with out the thought of what was to control what will be? Remember those days? I do, I remember each moment, except the ones dear to you, because those weren’t my memories to hold. I have my own and they are the ones that I hold close.
all i can remember when the word “childhood” clicks in my head is all the notorious stuff i did with my sbiling and all the happy times we shared. wish we could revisit them. nothi8ng beats the innocense are nothing to fear about state of childhood. indeed the best phase of life. lucky to have a wonderful childhood
remember october, remember your name
the walks in the night, the dreams down the rain
remember october, remember the game
the one the you gave me
i remember those times where i was just a little girl who would do anything for fun…no regrets, seriously.
I remember when my life felt out of control. I felt like it wasn’t really my life at all, but that someone else was giving me orders that I didn’t understand and wasn’t following very well. Now I know who is in control of my life — me! And that is a refreshing and wonderful change!
Remember when death followed me for all summer? As I got up in the morning, and brushed my teeth it stared out the fogged up glass at me. As I walked by myself down each lonely street, it was never more than a few yards away. Breathing down my neck and swearing it would make me it’s own. Then one day I rang for you, and they said you were dead. Dead. So I went outside and had a bit of a cigarette. Wishing I didn’t know what dead was.
i remember a time where life was simple. it was all about lollipops and teddy bears. what i can’t remember is feeling blue, purple, yellow or green. colors were for grown ups, not for little kids.
now is a time that i want the lollipops and the colors to come together so i can remember today like i will tomorrow.
hello, my name is marifer, when i grow up i want to be a great artist, i love paint, icecream & makeup, everything a girl could wish for in life “eat without getting fat” lol have a nice day love you all even if i dont know you (:
Sometimes all we have as human beings is our memories. Remembering everything–the good times, the bad times, drunk times, smiles, tears, family, friends, heartbreak–keeps us alive. We keep on living and making memories, and it is these memories that hold our histories, our very existences.
thinking. family. scripture. parents. memory. fun times
I remember eating about half an hour ago with my cousins that live next town over. My aunt made us kong kook soo (cold bean broth with noodles) and said that she felt bad for the people that don’t know this dish. It’s the best dish served during the summer for Koreans.
Remember that night?
No.
Me neither.
Then it was truly great.
The best.
this is the first memory that I have…my dog Pepi jumping into a lake to chase after a bird….she was puffy and cute and then small and wet….
Do you even remember me? Has your life really moved on that far? Can you not remember how it felt to hold me? How it felt to touch me? Can you not remember how much I cared about you? Can you not remember how much you cared about me? Do you even remember me?
“Remember remember the fifth of November, the gunpowder treason and plot, I see no reason that the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot” the words went through my mind, the meter of the poem flowing nicely. Guy Fawkes, an interesting guy, and V for Vendetta, and interesting film, both had peaked my interest even at the young age of thirteen.
I rememember last time i did this word. it was 20 min ago. i wrote this thing. and it was good. but now i need a word.
Remember when we were little? That summer you taught me whistle and we raced bikes never fast enough? I do. What happened? The scraped knees stung, but the times we spent back then were great. I loved you, even as a child.
What happened to “us”?
There are so many things that I remember. Sometimes I wonder if I have a photographic memory. It certainly feels that way sometimes. But then there are other times when I can’t recall any memories. It’s like there’s a switch in my head that someone else has control of, and they flip it whenever they feel like it.
Remember. Remember the time where we just sat, after the happiest moment of our lives. We just sat as all others around us talked and laughed, we just sat and stared at each other, stared at the scenery, and told ourselves we’d never forget this. —- True story (:
Remember the time you kissed that one guy when you were drunk? Or remember that one time you did that really stupid thing and I like to bring it up whenever I want to make myself more interesting? Or how I don’t do any of that because I’m trying to be a good friend.
Remember who your friends are.
remember remember the fifth of november. memories. pictures and images embedded in your mind for as long as you can keep them there. remembering numbers, names, faces and places. amnesia when you CAN’T remember. alzeihmers when you CAN’T remember. blocking things out so you don’t remember. getting annoyed when you can’t remember. being happy when you can.
Remember that time when I borrowed your pencil,
and wrote on the back of your math assignment
and drew that one sketch..
Not the penguin, the other one.
Remember how you yelled at me?
And crossed everything out
Too embarrassed to turn it in
with my scribblings on the back?
Well, I want you to come to my gallery opening on Wednesday- if you remember.
Remember the time by the water. I looked into your eyes in the quite of the night and kissed you on your lips. Contentment. Peace. Remember.
remember things like the quiet of a coastal meadow and the feel of the wind and the big intimidating pacific pounding the shoreline
Something we all want: to be remembered. But surely for all to be remembered is truly impossible? If we wish to be remembered, we must remember. To be remembered is to live forever.
Remember all the little things you forget:
the number of kisses she gave your cheek.
The number of drips from the tap
to my hand.
The number of stars:
billion. Trillions of trillions.
Each one a God.
Each one a figment of mind–
a reality. A movement. Something
that makes little sense.
Something you remember.
Forget.
Something.
Remember the time I held your hand in mine?