Forgetting the simple things in life;
watching as they pass away
Familiar voices, long gone choices
Things we could never say.
Forever in a moment
We’re forgeting who we were
Looking back, forgotten past
rebuilding bridges burned
I hate forgetting the important things in life. Even though I try to remember.
Forgetting isn’t fair. Why can’t it be possible to remember everything? I wish it was easier to remember. I wish forgetting didn’t hurt almost as much as being forgotten.
Your face, how does it look? I find myself trying so hard to remember, but all I can recall are those haunted, deep eyes that I still dream of from time to time. I said I’d never forget you, but those memories I said I’d cherish forever are already forgotten and replaced by newer, bigger ones, although they’ll never be better.
Am I forgetting something?
Oh yes, it’s time to write something charming and clever.
But I’m totally drawing a blank, so I will just chatter aimlessly
And keep my fingers moving until something happens.
I have to go to the bathroom.
Nope, that wasn’t it.
I have to walk the dog.
Why doesn’t he have to go to the bathroom when he “goes to the bathroom?”
Why doesn’t someone take me for a walk so I can make doody in the bushes?
Word.
FORGETTING
Her mind was running loose these days.
“Sarah? Is that you?”
“No, grandma, it’s Rachel. You need to take your medice now.”
“I don’t know a Rachel. Come here, Sarah. Did you ever tell that boy Ronnie about what you heard at the park yesterday?”
“Grandma, it’s Rachel–and Ronnie’s my dad. They’re grown up and married now, remember?”
Her mind was running loose these days.
“Sarah? Is that you?”
“No, grandma, it’s Rachel. You need to take your medice now.”
“I don’t know a Rachel. Come here, Sarah. Did you ever tell that boy Ronnie about what you heard at the park yesterday?”
“Grandma, it’s Rachel–and Ronnie’s my dad. They’re grown up and married now, remember?”
Forgetting is virtually impossible. The thing is, people usually choose to forget happier memories as opposed to bad. We all recall our first break up and probably still talk about it. But, we never seem to recall every happy memory that occurred at our birthday parties. I guess since there are so many of them, we don’t seem to realize how wonderful that actually is.
It’s the scariest part of life in my opinion. The old forget being young. The wedded or together forget being single and alone. The parents forget how much they hated when their parents worked all the time. Or they forget how they felt when their privacy was disturbed.
I’m loosing my memory slowly. What effects me most is the thought that I won’t even remember that I loved you. That we shared alll these years together, all the bad and all the good.
I am forgetting about the annoying term that i’ve tried so hard to work for. I just want to look to the future and make it better. I want to forget anything or anyone thats made me feel inadequate enough. I hate being forgetful too. I also hate how I can’t do certain things! Gah! I am going to study now.
Forgetting never seemed so hard.
Remember your eyes, your smile, your laugh.
Remember your touch, your scent, your warmth.
Remember the way you held me in your arms,
Like we would never be apart.
But it was all a lie.
Yes, forgetting never seemed to hard.
I rofl’d at a dead man’s rump today. I could feel the contempt from the abyss of his cold gray eyes as the mirth tickled through me. There would be no forgetting, not while my fingers danced madly along my jaw. Yes indeed: I rofl’d at a dead man’s rump today.
The idea to forget it one of the most important…. wait what was i talking about i forgot. Oh yeah forgetting is probably one of the most important things to remember because it helps you… wait what were we talking about? You need to start reminding me about things.
not sure how to play the games. You could say i forgot how to, but i thnk i just didn’t remember on where to look. this is saying i’m timed. Not too happy about that. Let go of the bar and just breathe. just breathe oh god!
I had forgotten once the difference between what was important to me and what was necessary. Had I remembered, on that occasion, it would have been clear to me to concentrate not on what would benefit, but on the smaller reactions, on the important little details that were otherwise overlooked: like the way I saw the world crumbling from behind those hard irises, like the way I saw the collapse of his figure in his heart, like the way he died just a bit more inside at the words slipping from my mouth; I would have noticed, rather than being concerned with myself, just how much I had damaged him.
i forget to do things, i forget myself, i forget to remember the things i wish i knew. i forget how he loves me, i forget that he hates me. i forget how to forget… because i forgot. forget you, forget this, forget all of this. i forget.
And in the absence of this moon-less night, I quiestion myslef without termination, when will I ble able to be a real writer? When will I be able to understand the meaning of those hateful toughts in my head? I just believe that day will never reach, because this is the last day I will ever live.
I keep forgetting to start my life. I think of all these really great things I should do tomorrow, and then never remember to do them. I move on completely and then waste all those ideas on nothingness. Where am I?
Oh wow, that’s intense. I don’t want to have an audience for that. I wish that I would stop buying the expensive cat food for Margot. i get so pissed off at myself every time I do it, but it’s like Jenn has crawled inside my fucking head and I’m letting the cat down, and, by extension, Jenn, if I buy food that has corn meal gluten listed as its first ingredient. Like the cat even fucking cares.
Hmmm what the hell was I supposed to be doing? OK, that was lame. I have a pretty damn good memory, to be perfectly honest. I can remember most everything… except phone numbers, and birthdays.
He sat there, on the edge of his bed, turning the small cylinder around and around in his fingers. So much was bound up in that small tube of lipstick. Things that were, things that could have been. But it didn’t matter now. Now she was gone, and he was faced with the hardest challenge he had ever met; forgetting her.
Forgetting her in her dark dreams, dreams made by life, dreams made by hate…they ran, not knowing what they left behind or that it was more precious and pure than they would ever know.
i keep forgetting everything all the time. no one remembers things. everyone forgets. F-follow O-organized R regret E energetic T tired T tough I interesting N neglectful G go to it
I had forgotten once the difference between what was important to me and what was necessary. Had I remembered, on that occasion, it would have been clear to me to concentrate not on what would benefit, but on the smaller reactions, on the important little details that were otherwise overlooked: like the way I saw the world crumbling from behind those hard irisis, like the way I saw the collapse of his figure in his heart, like the way he died just a bit more inside at the words slipping from my mouth; I would have noticed, rather than being concerned with myself, just how much I had damaged him.
forgetting to say goodnight or i love you to the one you care about. forgetting to do a closing duty at work and waiting for the text in the morning. forgetting to remember. forgetting to forgive and forgetting to forget. nothing can be worse right??
Forgetting is loss and nostalga and Peter Pan. They say one needs to forgive and forget, but can you do one without the other? If I forgive, do I have to forget it ever happened? If I forget, have I forgiven?
It’s a terrible feeling; that you’ve forgotten something. That something is missing, something you should know. Some missing piece of a puzzle that never seems to near it’s completion. Knowledge lost, memories hiding, Names of familiar faces playing musical chairs. And while your memory of that awesome party has no trouble laying low, the memory of her averted gaze and her hands slipping through yours continues to remind you that you’ve screwed up in the past. We all know; you’ve made amends, forgiven yourself, and things are much better now, but the scar is still there. Somethings you wish you could forget.
I am forgetting to forget. I need to forget all the hurts and move on and I do but then I forget again and suffer and obsess all over again. Forgetting for good would be heaven. Bliss.
Forgetting is something that I do too much. Some people talk about selective memory; however I think that more people actually have a problem forgetting versus selectively remembering what they choose. I choose to remember things so that I can learn… thus forgetting is never a choice.
Forgetting where I cam from. Need to appreciated what I have and where I’m going. Be thankful everyday. Forgetting not to judge or compare myself with others. I can achieve whatever I set my mind to. I’m never forgetting.
sins loss men men men passion love i wish i hadn’t lost him the way that i did bitterly like it didn’t matter to me when it actually broke me down more more loss than i’ve ever felt every time he leave me it breaks like ice on my shoulder i wish i could write songs the way i used to but i’m going through some kind of block and i can’t get rid of it at all even though i’ve tried to break through
I’m always forgetting things. Never really remember where I put my keys or where I left my glasses even when they’re on my face. I hope that when I’m older I’m not forgetting so much… or at least that if I have to forget, I forget all of the things that are WORTH forgetting. I want to keep those things with me that are worth the remembrance.
Forgetting. Is it good? Is it bad? Is it necessary? Is it a force of evil? Okay that’s toos far. I hate forgetting, as I’m sure others do. It happens instantly sometimes. Why don’t I make an effort to encode it into my long term memory?
Forgetting doesn’t always work, sometimes it;s good that it doesn’t always work… sometimes you wish you’d forgotten you tried to forget and then all you’re left with is memories of forgetting that you can’t forget. Forgetting leads to remembering that you forgot what you were really trying to remember the most. Forget this. But remember you tried to forget….
I have a dream at night but i cannot share it,
I have a dream during the day but if I could remember it wholly would be an impossible task,
So forgetting is my only option
thoughts withering into nothingness.
Forgetting the simple things in life;
watching as they pass away
Familiar voices, long gone choices
Things we could never say.
Forever in a moment
We’re forgeting who we were
Looking back, forgotten past
rebuilding bridges burned
I hate forgetting the important things in life. Even though I try to remember.
Forgetting isn’t fair. Why can’t it be possible to remember everything? I wish it was easier to remember. I wish forgetting didn’t hurt almost as much as being forgotten.
Your face, how does it look? I find myself trying so hard to remember, but all I can recall are those haunted, deep eyes that I still dream of from time to time. I said I’d never forget you, but those memories I said I’d cherish forever are already forgotten and replaced by newer, bigger ones, although they’ll never be better.
Am I forgetting something?
Oh yes, it’s time to write something charming and clever.
But I’m totally drawing a blank, so I will just chatter aimlessly
And keep my fingers moving until something happens.
I have to go to the bathroom.
Nope, that wasn’t it.
I have to walk the dog.
Why doesn’t he have to go to the bathroom when he “goes to the bathroom?”
Why doesn’t someone take me for a walk so I can make doody in the bushes?
Word.
I have forgotten why we loved so strongly, maybe I never really loved you.
FORGETTING
Her mind was running loose these days.
“Sarah? Is that you?”
“No, grandma, it’s Rachel. You need to take your medice now.”
“I don’t know a Rachel. Come here, Sarah. Did you ever tell that boy Ronnie about what you heard at the park yesterday?”
“Grandma, it’s Rachel–and Ronnie’s my dad. They’re grown up and married now, remember?”
Her mind was running loose these days.
“Sarah? Is that you?”
“No, grandma, it’s Rachel. You need to take your medice now.”
“I don’t know a Rachel. Come here, Sarah. Did you ever tell that boy Ronnie about what you heard at the park yesterday?”
“Grandma, it’s Rachel–and Ronnie’s my dad. They’re grown up and married now, remember?”
Forgetting is virtually impossible. The thing is, people usually choose to forget happier memories as opposed to bad. We all recall our first break up and probably still talk about it. But, we never seem to recall every happy memory that occurred at our birthday parties. I guess since there are so many of them, we don’t seem to realize how wonderful that actually is.
It’s the scariest part of life in my opinion. The old forget being young. The wedded or together forget being single and alone. The parents forget how much they hated when their parents worked all the time. Or they forget how they felt when their privacy was disturbed.
I’m loosing my memory slowly. What effects me most is the thought that I won’t even remember that I loved you. That we shared alll these years together, all the bad and all the good.
I am forgetting about the annoying term that i’ve tried so hard to work for. I just want to look to the future and make it better. I want to forget anything or anyone thats made me feel inadequate enough. I hate being forgetful too. I also hate how I can’t do certain things! Gah! I am going to study now.
Forgetting never seemed so hard.
Remember your eyes, your smile, your laugh.
Remember your touch, your scent, your warmth.
Remember the way you held me in your arms,
Like we would never be apart.
But it was all a lie.
Yes, forgetting never seemed to hard.
I rofl’d at a dead man’s rump today. I could feel the contempt from the abyss of his cold gray eyes as the mirth tickled through me. There would be no forgetting, not while my fingers danced madly along my jaw. Yes indeed: I rofl’d at a dead man’s rump today.
The idea to forget it one of the most important…. wait what was i talking about i forgot. Oh yeah forgetting is probably one of the most important things to remember because it helps you… wait what were we talking about? You need to start reminding me about things.
not sure how to play the games. You could say i forgot how to, but i thnk i just didn’t remember on where to look. this is saying i’m timed. Not too happy about that. Let go of the bar and just breathe. just breathe oh god!
I had forgotten once the difference between what was important to me and what was necessary. Had I remembered, on that occasion, it would have been clear to me to concentrate not on what would benefit, but on the smaller reactions, on the important little details that were otherwise overlooked: like the way I saw the world crumbling from behind those hard irises, like the way I saw the collapse of his figure in his heart, like the way he died just a bit more inside at the words slipping from my mouth; I would have noticed, rather than being concerned with myself, just how much I had damaged him.
i forget to do things, i forget myself, i forget to remember the things i wish i knew. i forget how he loves me, i forget that he hates me. i forget how to forget… because i forgot. forget you, forget this, forget all of this. i forget.
And in the absence of this moon-less night, I quiestion myslef without termination, when will I ble able to be a real writer? When will I be able to understand the meaning of those hateful toughts in my head? I just believe that day will never reach, because this is the last day I will ever live.
I keep forgetting to start my life. I think of all these really great things I should do tomorrow, and then never remember to do them. I move on completely and then waste all those ideas on nothingness. Where am I?
Oh wow, that’s intense. I don’t want to have an audience for that. I wish that I would stop buying the expensive cat food for Margot. i get so pissed off at myself every time I do it, but it’s like Jenn has crawled inside my fucking head and I’m letting the cat down, and, by extension, Jenn, if I buy food that has corn meal gluten listed as its first ingredient. Like the cat even fucking cares.
Hmmm what the hell was I supposed to be doing? OK, that was lame. I have a pretty damn good memory, to be perfectly honest. I can remember most everything… except phone numbers, and birthdays.
He sat there, on the edge of his bed, turning the small cylinder around and around in his fingers. So much was bound up in that small tube of lipstick. Things that were, things that could have been. But it didn’t matter now. Now she was gone, and he was faced with the hardest challenge he had ever met; forgetting her.
Forgetting her in her dark dreams, dreams made by life, dreams made by hate…they ran, not knowing what they left behind or that it was more precious and pure than they would ever know.
i keep forgetting everything all the time. no one remembers things. everyone forgets. F-follow O-organized R regret E energetic T tired T tough I interesting N neglectful G go to it
I had forgotten once the difference between what was important to me and what was necessary. Had I remembered, on that occasion, it would have been clear to me to concentrate not on what would benefit, but on the smaller reactions, on the important little details that were otherwise overlooked: like the way I saw the world crumbling from behind those hard irisis, like the way I saw the collapse of his figure in his heart, like the way he died just a bit more inside at the words slipping from my mouth; I would have noticed, rather than being concerned with myself, just how much I had damaged him.
forgetting to say goodnight or i love you to the one you care about. forgetting to do a closing duty at work and waiting for the text in the morning. forgetting to remember. forgetting to forgive and forgetting to forget. nothing can be worse right??
Forgetting is loss and nostalga and Peter Pan. They say one needs to forgive and forget, but can you do one without the other? If I forgive, do I have to forget it ever happened? If I forget, have I forgiven?
It’s a terrible feeling; that you’ve forgotten something. That something is missing, something you should know. Some missing piece of a puzzle that never seems to near it’s completion. Knowledge lost, memories hiding, Names of familiar faces playing musical chairs. And while your memory of that awesome party has no trouble laying low, the memory of her averted gaze and her hands slipping through yours continues to remind you that you’ve screwed up in the past. We all know; you’ve made amends, forgiven yourself, and things are much better now, but the scar is still there. Somethings you wish you could forget.
I am forgetting to forget. I need to forget all the hurts and move on and I do but then I forget again and suffer and obsess all over again. Forgetting for good would be heaven. Bliss.
Forgetting is something that I do too much. Some people talk about selective memory; however I think that more people actually have a problem forgetting versus selectively remembering what they choose. I choose to remember things so that I can learn… thus forgetting is never a choice.
Forgetting where I cam from. Need to appreciated what I have and where I’m going. Be thankful everyday. Forgetting not to judge or compare myself with others. I can achieve whatever I set my mind to. I’m never forgetting.
sins loss men men men passion love i wish i hadn’t lost him the way that i did bitterly like it didn’t matter to me when it actually broke me down more more loss than i’ve ever felt every time he leave me it breaks like ice on my shoulder i wish i could write songs the way i used to but i’m going through some kind of block and i can’t get rid of it at all even though i’ve tried to break through
I forget a lot, but only because I’m remembering other things.
It is awful to be of a forgetting nature. You seem to be lost all of the time. You don’t seem to be able to connect because you forget,.
I’m always forgetting things. Never really remember where I put my keys or where I left my glasses even when they’re on my face. I hope that when I’m older I’m not forgetting so much… or at least that if I have to forget, I forget all of the things that are WORTH forgetting. I want to keep those things with me that are worth the remembrance.
my keys.
my sunglasses.
my dad’s birthday.
my best friend’s middle name.
my dentist appointment.
the combination on my middle school locker.
Forgetting. Is it good? Is it bad? Is it necessary? Is it a force of evil? Okay that’s toos far. I hate forgetting, as I’m sure others do. It happens instantly sometimes. Why don’t I make an effort to encode it into my long term memory?
Forgetting doesn’t always work, sometimes it;s good that it doesn’t always work… sometimes you wish you’d forgotten you tried to forget and then all you’re left with is memories of forgetting that you can’t forget. Forgetting leads to remembering that you forgot what you were really trying to remember the most. Forget this. But remember you tried to forget….
Writing about the word forgetting makes me think of when I wrote about the word remember. I’m not interested. Sorry.
I have a dream at night but i cannot share it,
I have a dream during the day but if I could remember it wholly would be an impossible task,
So forgetting is my only option
thoughts withering into nothingness.