that time at band camp.
i remember so many memories
remember when things werent so difficult
remember remember remember remember
last summer
the summer before that
dancing was different
remember remember remember remember
al
remember remember remember remember remember
me.
remember that one time at band camp..remember prom night?..remember that time when we had that problem at home with mother..memories are the reason we live..memories make us who we are..remember when…i love to remember..remembering things with friends is the best..
How to remember called the day of rain come and see the memories that follow have to go now i’ll see you on the other side but remember because i’ll always be with you see you on the other side.
all those times that we shared together. was it nothing but a lie? are we best friends or something more? do you love me or do you loveher? there’s nothing but sexual tension between us. remember when things were simple? and there was nothing in between us? yeah i miss those days too. remember those times where it was innocent? i can’t because i’ve always loved you.
remember is a word that means to recall, or to recollect. It is used commonly when talking about a fond memory, or when talking about a lost object i.e ‘i cant remember where i left it’.
I remember a lot of things, my memory is very expansive. Mostly i remember summers before now and how they changed my life, but also the people i have met and what i thought of them. I remember in first grade I had a crush on a boy namd mark and he was so cute, now im in love. Not with Mark, but it’s going to be something to remember.
I remember the last time you put your arms around me.You told me you missed me and I believed you. Remember how good the old days were? When we weren’t apart and everyday wasn’t a struggle to keep whatever little bit of relationship we had left alive.
I remember more from being little than my brother does. It’s kind of fun. I liked being a little kid, with lots of fun stuff to do and things to discover. I spent a lot of time trying to figure out how things worked. The problem was I thought most of everything worked via cogs, so everything was really pretty, but probably wouldn’t work. It occupied me for hours, though.
remember that time we had fun? remember when all we had to do was smile, and pay attention? i miss those days, when we were careless, and all our jobs were to be happy. going back to kid days is what i want. just to be happy and careless.
when I think back about what I can remember, it’s really quite vague. I remember the hospital and I remember the accident, and the thick scarlet of the blood. But not much more. I don’t remember why I’m here, I’m a bit bored of trying to remember actually; I just sit and play out mini battles with lego in my head, It’s a strange life I’m living from the coma.
i remember when i was little, an all i use to think about was how come i don’t get to be like the other kids why don’t i get to have whatever i want & be happy, why do i have to worry about the things they have no clue about. i just feel like that sucks ya know.
like alot when all these kids get to be happy i was sitting & worrying about my mom.
When I see the work remember, I think about all the memories that I have. There are tones that are amazing, but lots that can be sad. Remembering is really important for be, but it’s so hard sometimes. I don’t remember a lot of things from the past.
when you were young? you shone like the sun. shine on, you crazy diamond. I didn’t know diamonds could be crazy. But then, they’re used to symbolize marriage, which today, seems crazy.
I remember yesterday, I remember last week, I remember last month, I even remember last year. All of my memories make up who I am. Every time I want to think about a pleasant experience in my past, I can simply call it to mind from my endless store of wonderful memories. I consider myself to be a very lucky person, to have had such wonderful memories in my life. To have experienced such wonderful things.
I couldn’t have known it back then, but it’s clear as day now. The sun was falling behind the musky clouds as we all climbed into the Hummer limo. I wore a graceful, silky black dress, and you a black sexy suit. A year later, I finally figured out my reason for life: You.
german memories are the best little girl england childhood wish nogales crazy peter pan disney love vampires bride lilly who am i? tell me tarzan is it real or just what i am told to believe?
I remembered when things weren’t so awkward between us. Our actions didn’t have any secret messages or hidden innuendos. We didn’t even know what innuendos were. The days were longer than they could have been. The summers warmer, and the winters so full of wonder.
Do you remember who I used to be? Because I barely do. The ghosts of my past have begun to stop haunting me and the words that I wrote lost their meaning. I’m a different person, I’m not the same. And I am thankful everyday for that.
I remember the incence smelled like egypt I remember the waves looked like liquid satin I remember when his skin touched the edge of mine and his lovebuzz jolt awakened senses i didnt know i had
i remember when i was on a train. The steam was billowing past the windows and the smell of spring infected the air around it. A little hare hopped through a field, but I was trapped. The metal clasped around my wrists allowed no such freedom.
When I was walking down Bluebell Road today, wet leaves crawling along the side of the pavement caught my eye, and I was reminded of a party my mum had constructed for me as a child, whereby I had a little wire and material elf named Linden.
I remember hearing my mom read books aloud to us. We would sit with coloring books filled with pictures of horses or other animals, and use our special rainbow colored pencils to color them while she read from books about egypt or the middle ages. We had a special pencil sharpener because the pencils were fragile. We learned so much about the world as we colored.
It was easy to recall the secrets that danced across the sky in her dreams, the secret things with words unknown, wonders unlike anything mortal and more beautiful. But in the daylight, when the sky was full of dull gray clouds, she couldn’t remember how to speak that secret language.
Today I was remembering all the things I did last summer and I miss it. In fact, I just wrote my friend a poem/rap about last sumer so i’ll copy and paste it. That is technically within the minute time limit because it is just copying and pasting, eh? (:
I’m sitting in Goshen
Without my sun tan lotion
and nothing to do
except tie my shoes
but my shoes have no lace
cuz summer showed its face (finally)
so i’m back to square one
this is no fun
where’s my good friend blake?
probably at the lake
far away from me
how can this be?
because he’s in ohio
or somewhere, I dunno
so i’m thinkin bout the ol days
of swimming at those bays
and playing fugitive at night
as we ran with all our might
and in the morning we’d eat
choco pancakes instead of meat
as you’d entertain that baby
that hated you, maybe.
We had picnics at mickey d’s
underneath the trees
while singing owl city
and dancin our little ditty
that we learned in costa rica
with our friends the ticas.
oh what fun we had
so come back cuz i’m sad
so we can have adventures galore
because we always loved to explore
so I hope this rap/poem will do
to show my rapping skillz are poo
and that we, the people of goshen, miss you.
It’s difficult to remember but sometimes there is a scent in the air, a fragrance that brings it back and then I’m there, laughing and hugging my lover, squeezing my baby still damp from his bath, teaching my daughter how to read,
I remember when all I could smell were horses. When I grew up O came to realise that it wasn’t horses that I could smell, it was horse shit. Actual shit. This never made me like the smell less, because at the same time I can smell hay and tracking and falling off and getting back up again. And it’s my childhood.
I remember when I was a little girl and spent a lot of time with my mom, just her and I. We did a lot of different things every day, and I miss that! I’m 20 years old and those memories are the best! I remember having so much fun all the time!
She tried to remember the words that previously surged through her head. She looked at the lines on the piece of paper sitting in front of her. The lines blurred together in her eyes. The pencil in her hand fell, as she thought and thought. The clock ticked, and minutes went by. Tapping the pencil against the desk, her brain worked harder and harder. The deadline would be tomorrow. Would she remember in time?
The clock ticked…. 9:00….10:00…11:00. Later and later. ‘Nothing is coming to mind’ she thought frustrated. Then, she got the idea back.
She wrote everything down, the words flowing back into her head. She remembered
i remember back when we would sit in the back of his truck, drinking beer, reminiscing about the old days. there were times when we would laugh, times we would laugh harder. and times when we would just think. think about the past, the way things used to be. how things could change so quickly.
I remember when I first met him. He was different than anyone I’ve ever known. He was lonely and depressed and… just like me. He befriended me. He made me feel important like no one ever could. He made me so happy. So.. so happy. But then he left. I miss him. I want everything to be like it used to be.
memories. good and bad times. not remembering the things i studied for a test just ten minutes ago. forgetting. reminisce. you. remember to love and be happy always
remember your childhood memories. remember your parents and what they’ve done for you. remember your friends, the ones who were actually there when you needed them. remember, they are the ones that really matter
i remember you every day…no matter what happen this is really new an amzing….remember…that word makes me crazy….i’m trying to forget that effect you ca
私は．．．あなたの香りが覚えている．あなたは私の世界．I remember everything.
he always started a text message conversation with “Heyy.” Flirty but compelling. I always answered back, because, well, it was him.
that time at band camp.
i remember so many memories
remember when things werent so difficult
remember remember remember remember
last summer
the summer before that
dancing was different
remember remember remember remember
al
remember remember remember remember remember
me.
remember that one time at band camp..remember prom night?..remember that time when we had that problem at home with mother..memories are the reason we live..memories make us who we are..remember when…i love to remember..remembering things with friends is the best..
How to remember called the day of rain come and see the memories that follow have to go now i’ll see you on the other side but remember because i’ll always be with you see you on the other side.
all those times that we shared together. was it nothing but a lie? are we best friends or something more? do you love me or do you loveher? there’s nothing but sexual tension between us. remember when things were simple? and there was nothing in between us? yeah i miss those days too. remember those times where it was innocent? i can’t because i’ve always loved you.
remember is a word that means to recall, or to recollect. It is used commonly when talking about a fond memory, or when talking about a lost object i.e ‘i cant remember where i left it’.
Trying to forget. Trying to move forward. Dreams and memories blurring together. Changing.
I remember a lot of things, my memory is very expansive. Mostly i remember summers before now and how they changed my life, but also the people i have met and what i thought of them. I remember in first grade I had a crush on a boy namd mark and he was so cute, now im in love. Not with Mark, but it’s going to be something to remember.
I remember the last time you put your arms around me.You told me you missed me and I believed you. Remember how good the old days were? When we weren’t apart and everyday wasn’t a struggle to keep whatever little bit of relationship we had left alive.
I remember more from being little than my brother does. It’s kind of fun. I liked being a little kid, with lots of fun stuff to do and things to discover. I spent a lot of time trying to figure out how things worked. The problem was I thought most of everything worked via cogs, so everything was really pretty, but probably wouldn’t work. It occupied me for hours, though.
remember that time we had fun? remember when all we had to do was smile, and pay attention? i miss those days, when we were careless, and all our jobs were to be happy. going back to kid days is what i want. just to be happy and careless.
when I think back about what I can remember, it’s really quite vague. I remember the hospital and I remember the accident, and the thick scarlet of the blood. But not much more. I don’t remember why I’m here, I’m a bit bored of trying to remember actually; I just sit and play out mini battles with lego in my head, It’s a strange life I’m living from the coma.
i remember when i was little, an all i use to think about was how come i don’t get to be like the other kids why don’t i get to have whatever i want & be happy, why do i have to worry about the things they have no clue about. i just feel like that sucks ya know.
like alot when all these kids get to be happy i was sitting & worrying about my mom.
When I see the work remember, I think about all the memories that I have. There are tones that are amazing, but lots that can be sad. Remembering is really important for be, but it’s so hard sometimes. I don’t remember a lot of things from the past.
when you were young? you shone like the sun. shine on, you crazy diamond. I didn’t know diamonds could be crazy. But then, they’re used to symbolize marriage, which today, seems crazy.
I remember yesterday, I remember last week, I remember last month, I even remember last year. All of my memories make up who I am. Every time I want to think about a pleasant experience in my past, I can simply call it to mind from my endless store of wonderful memories. I consider myself to be a very lucky person, to have had such wonderful memories in my life. To have experienced such wonderful things.
I couldn’t have known it back then, but it’s clear as day now. The sun was falling behind the musky clouds as we all climbed into the Hummer limo. I wore a graceful, silky black dress, and you a black sexy suit. A year later, I finally figured out my reason for life: You.
german memories are the best little girl england childhood wish nogales crazy peter pan disney love vampires bride lilly who am i? tell me tarzan is it real or just what i am told to believe?
I remembered when things weren’t so awkward between us. Our actions didn’t have any secret messages or hidden innuendos. We didn’t even know what innuendos were. The days were longer than they could have been. The summers warmer, and the winters so full of wonder.
Do you remember who I used to be? Because I barely do. The ghosts of my past have begun to stop haunting me and the words that I wrote lost their meaning. I’m a different person, I’m not the same. And I am thankful everyday for that.
I remember the incence smelled like egypt I remember the waves looked like liquid satin I remember when his skin touched the edge of mine and his lovebuzz jolt awakened senses i didnt know i had
i remember when i was on a train. The steam was billowing past the windows and the smell of spring infected the air around it. A little hare hopped through a field, but I was trapped. The metal clasped around my wrists allowed no such freedom.
When I was walking down Bluebell Road today, wet leaves crawling along the side of the pavement caught my eye, and I was reminded of a party my mum had constructed for me as a child, whereby I had a little wire and material elf named Linden.
I remember hearing my mom read books aloud to us. We would sit with coloring books filled with pictures of horses or other animals, and use our special rainbow colored pencils to color them while she read from books about egypt or the middle ages. We had a special pencil sharpener because the pencils were fragile. We learned so much about the world as we colored.
It was easy to recall the secrets that danced across the sky in her dreams, the secret things with words unknown, wonders unlike anything mortal and more beautiful. But in the daylight, when the sky was full of dull gray clouds, she couldn’t remember how to speak that secret language.
Today I was remembering all the things I did last summer and I miss it. In fact, I just wrote my friend a poem/rap about last sumer so i’ll copy and paste it. That is technically within the minute time limit because it is just copying and pasting, eh? (:
I’m sitting in Goshen
Without my sun tan lotion
and nothing to do
except tie my shoes
but my shoes have no lace
cuz summer showed its face (finally)
so i’m back to square one
this is no fun
where’s my good friend blake?
probably at the lake
far away from me
how can this be?
because he’s in ohio
or somewhere, I dunno
so i’m thinkin bout the ol days
of swimming at those bays
and playing fugitive at night
as we ran with all our might
and in the morning we’d eat
choco pancakes instead of meat
as you’d entertain that baby
that hated you, maybe.
We had picnics at mickey d’s
underneath the trees
while singing owl city
and dancin our little ditty
that we learned in costa rica
with our friends the ticas.
oh what fun we had
so come back cuz i’m sad
so we can have adventures galore
because we always loved to explore
so I hope this rap/poem will do
to show my rapping skillz are poo
and that we, the people of goshen, miss you.
It’s difficult to remember but sometimes there is a scent in the air, a fragrance that brings it back and then I’m there, laughing and hugging my lover, squeezing my baby still damp from his bath, teaching my daughter how to read,
I remember when all I could smell were horses. When I grew up O came to realise that it wasn’t horses that I could smell, it was horse shit. Actual shit. This never made me like the smell less, because at the same time I can smell hay and tracking and falling off and getting back up again. And it’s my childhood.
I remember when I was a little girl and spent a lot of time with my mom, just her and I. We did a lot of different things every day, and I miss that! I’m 20 years old and those memories are the best! I remember having so much fun all the time!
“Remember, remember, the fifth of November: The gunpowder, treason, and plot. I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason should every be forgot.”
Violence,
but is it dissent
except perhaps
a dissent of humanity
Where, perhaps
an idea is more important
than life.
The opposite of forget. I’m trying to forget everything I’ve ever learned and begin anew; but still remember.
She tried to remember the words that previously surged through her head. She looked at the lines on the piece of paper sitting in front of her. The lines blurred together in her eyes. The pencil in her hand fell, as she thought and thought. The clock ticked, and minutes went by. Tapping the pencil against the desk, her brain worked harder and harder. The deadline would be tomorrow. Would she remember in time?
The clock ticked…. 9:00….10:00…11:00. Later and later. ‘Nothing is coming to mind’ she thought frustrated. Then, she got the idea back.
She wrote everything down, the words flowing back into her head. She remembered
Remember remember the fifth of November; where snowfall erupts into firefights and the screams of those that are dying barely reach ears that care.
i remember back when we would sit in the back of his truck, drinking beer, reminiscing about the old days. there were times when we would laugh, times we would laugh harder. and times when we would just think. think about the past, the way things used to be. how things could change so quickly.
remember when life was good. when no one cared about looks, money, reps. remember when…those where te good days.
I remember when I first met him. He was different than anyone I’ve ever known. He was lonely and depressed and… just like me. He befriended me. He made me feel important like no one ever could. He made me so happy. So.. so happy. But then he left. I miss him. I want everything to be like it used to be.
memories. good and bad times. not remembering the things i studied for a test just ten minutes ago. forgetting. reminisce. you. remember to love and be happy always
remember your childhood memories. remember your parents and what they’ve done for you. remember your friends, the ones who were actually there when you needed them. remember, they are the ones that really matter
…when we did that thing at that place? It was a rockin’ good time. Yeah.
Totally. I can’t say I’ve had a better second date.
Is your tongue tied or are you being honest?
i remember you every day…no matter what happen this is really new an amzing….remember…that word makes me crazy….i’m trying to forget that effect you ca