A semblance of self, left laughing in the dusk beside long dark water. These are the shadows we live with, the ghosts that point and chuckle at our pratfalls. Sing me a new song.
How they have forgotten.
Forgotten that these memories
used to be tangible,
but now they just fade..
How they have forgotten.
The feeling of your skin,
the beautiful sweetness in your
eyes..
How I have forgotten.
That these memories have left me.
Have escaped from your mind,
but have been painfully burned into my mind.
And oh,
I wish I had never forgotten,
but forgive(d).
I’ve not forgotten that things smell. I’ve forgotten the exact sensation. But I remember, I know, that spring smells a certain way: there are buds, and moist earth that has freed itself from the snow and now is warmed by the sun rays. And there is fresh dirt. And the smell is joyous.
Sometimes I feel forgotten. Not in the sense of losing friends or family but losing myself. I feel terrified of changing at the fear of ever forgetting myself and what it is I love. Please Ginny, live, and of course love, but don’t stress about forgetting, stress doesn’t matter, neither does forgetting.
forgotten. eleanor rigby. dreams five minutes after you wake up. trivialities, both interesting and uninteresting. forgotten people feel badly, if they’re forgotten when they’re alive.
There are so many things about being a kid that I’ve forgotten. They come back to me every now and then and make me wish I could be a kid again. All the simple things that bring so much joy but that as adults we take for granted or think are stupid. A little while ago I found some of my old toys that I had as a kid and geez, looking at them and remembering the joy I felt – what I wouldn’t give to be able to be happy as easily as I was when I was a kid.
I forgot to write my homework and I m doing it write now, I think I will finish in 5 min then go on facebook Oh how much i hate my homework , its so frustrating to do just hate it.
an absentee from a list of prestigious addicts and subcultured monarchs who reign their kingdoms as the night’s velvet sweeps and covers every inch of sense. the ebony is aphotic but for bright white beams that project across the floor and each milky face is engulfed by the hue. the doorman crisply asserts that i am too old and weary to blend in with the mixing bowl of twenty-something nobodies.
Carry on to the east,
Carry on with your bow and harpsichord
carry on with a pack of pens, pocket of jelly;
leave pretty messages behind trees and smiles on strange faces.
He couldn’t figure out where he was. It all seemed very familiar but at the same time the streets were as empty and alien as can be. Maybe he simply didn’t recognize it proper. Or maybe he had simply misplaced his of thoughts. It gave him goosebumps nonetheless and not of the right kind.
I have never forgotten about the deep azure incandescence of his eyes; they way they could bore into my soul and drag out its very secrets.
No, I had never forgotten.
I just had to move on, no matter how much he begged me to stay. He was toxic for me.
I’m sure there’s something I’ve forgotten to do today. Something that sank with the wine last night and can’t quite resurface. My mother always said if you forget something go back to where you were when you last had it. so – should I open another bottle?
I had forgotten what I have been doing. I forgot how I used to be very productive and loving. I forgot what is best for me. I forgot my prayers. I forgot almost every good things in my life. If only…
She had forgotten what it felt like to be so in love with someone. She was so afraid to fall in love again because of her past experience. She knew one day her broken heart would be mended but she never wanted it to be… She always wanted to live in the past where her heart fluttered with just the mention of his name. Who would have known that within the 5 years of being single, she would find someone much more incredible than him and made her heart flutter a thousand times more.
I hate forgetting things, but it always seems to happen. And that feleing you get, you know what I mean, the feeling that you’ve forgotten something important and then write it off as nerves but then, when you’re away somewhere you remember what it is and that you’re going to miss your flight because you were too stupid to remember you’re license that is currently nestled in the back of your jeans pocket. I hate forgetting stuff, I really do.
i have forgotten what its like to be in love. to have someone to talk to, to hold his hands. I have forgotten how it feels to live a carefree life. there is so much that i have forgotten and so much i would want to relive.
He felt so alone, so forgotten. As he twisted the handcuffs around his wrists, he thought about his mistress, upstairs, entertaining her guests with her incredible grace and beauty. He wondered if she would be down for him soon. He longed to feel her secure the collar around his neck, always a little too snug, but tight enough that he knew she meant to keep him from escaping. Not that he would ever dream of escaping…
I’ve forgotten what it is exactly I wanted to write about. Forgotten, that sad empty feeling in your head that you should know something, that you once knew something, but now you don’t and you look sideways at the ground and give a little sigh that you’re brain just couldn’t remember everything. And in that breath, you let it all go, forget it. Just forget it.
I lost him when I was young, and back then it seemed like the more excruciating thing in the world. But i’ve grown since, and I know that the world is filled with so many things of evil. He’s gone now, lost into the oblivion only the abandoned know of, forgotten. I’m not a kid anymore, everything is different. But the one thing that makes me sad in all this chaos, even today, the one thing that has never given me clarity. They loss of him. Forgotten.
it’s not about what you know about the word, it’s about how you feel about it. forgotten makes me sad. to once know and love something and then for it to be forgotten it’s just heart wrenching don’t cha think
I stood on the side of the road, forgotten and lonely. I was supposed to be at my own funeral, but they had forgotten me. I was not only dead, but I was forgotten. How could it get any worse? Somehow, it did.
when you have to do something but you didnt remember that thing you forgot it.
and when you have a homeework but you dont have done it you telle your teacher that you have forgotten it.
I had forgotten how much I loved him, seing hsi smile did things to em that nothing else ever could. How could I th.ink I was falling for Simon; it was too soon
Today, I forgot to call my mom. I was supposed to give her a list of guests to invite for my graduation party, and she got upset that I didn’t call. Five minutes ago, she called me and yelled. After a calming her down, I gave her the list and she hung up.
you make me feel amazing. i want you to want me. i need you to need me. you make me happy and i can’t believe i have you in my life, but i don’t want to fall for you too hard. because it might hurt.. and after this year i don’t know if i can take that. i’m not ready to fall for someone. but if i may say so myself, you are mighty cute. this might be harder then i thought….
Forgetting is the misplacement or loss of a memory or piece of knowledge.
Things I Forget At Times:
Promises
Patience
E-Mails
Keys
To say thank you & I love you
Myself
I feel I have been left out,
Closed off from our circle of friends.
Ignored from what was promised,
And uninvited.
I am sure it was not intentional,
Or am I wrong to doubt it?
For they would never mean for that.
They still care, right?
A semblance of self, left laughing in the dusk beside long dark water. These are the shadows we live with, the ghosts that point and chuckle at our pratfalls. Sing me a new song.
How they have forgotten.
Forgotten that these memories
used to be tangible,
but now they just fade..
How they have forgotten.
The feeling of your skin,
the beautiful sweetness in your
eyes..
How I have forgotten.
That these memories have left me.
Have escaped from your mind,
but have been painfully burned into my mind.
And oh,
I wish I had never forgotten,
but forgive(d).
I’ve not forgotten that things smell. I’ve forgotten the exact sensation. But I remember, I know, that spring smells a certain way: there are buds, and moist earth that has freed itself from the snow and now is warmed by the sun rays. And there is fresh dirt. And the smell is joyous.
i had forgotten to bring my mobile along with me. Forgotten heroes are still heroes. History Forgotten will make you pay.
Sometimes I feel forgotten. Not in the sense of losing friends or family but losing myself. I feel terrified of changing at the fear of ever forgetting myself and what it is I love. Please Ginny, live, and of course love, but don’t stress about forgetting, stress doesn’t matter, neither does forgetting.
forgotten. eleanor rigby. dreams five minutes after you wake up. trivialities, both interesting and uninteresting. forgotten people feel badly, if they’re forgotten when they’re alive.
There are so many things about being a kid that I’ve forgotten. They come back to me every now and then and make me wish I could be a kid again. All the simple things that bring so much joy but that as adults we take for granted or think are stupid. A little while ago I found some of my old toys that I had as a kid and geez, looking at them and remembering the joy I felt – what I wouldn’t give to be able to be happy as easily as I was when I was a kid.
I forgot to write my homework and I m doing it write now, I think I will finish in 5 min then go on facebook Oh how much i hate my homework , its so frustrating to do just hate it.
Had these people already forgotten what’d happened 13 years ago? Were they really that fickle? All of them?
an absentee from a list of prestigious addicts and subcultured monarchs who reign their kingdoms as the night’s velvet sweeps and covers every inch of sense. the ebony is aphotic but for bright white beams that project across the floor and each milky face is engulfed by the hue. the doorman crisply asserts that i am too old and weary to blend in with the mixing bowl of twenty-something nobodies.
Carry on to the east,
Carry on with your bow and harpsichord
carry on with a pack of pens, pocket of jelly;
leave pretty messages behind trees and smiles on strange faces.
He couldn’t figure out where he was. It all seemed very familiar but at the same time the streets were as empty and alien as can be. Maybe he simply didn’t recognize it proper. Or maybe he had simply misplaced his of thoughts. It gave him goosebumps nonetheless and not of the right kind.
I have never forgotten about the deep azure incandescence of his eyes; they way they could bore into my soul and drag out its very secrets.
No, I had never forgotten.
I just had to move on, no matter how much he begged me to stay. He was toxic for me.
I’m sure there’s something I’ve forgotten to do today. Something that sank with the wine last night and can’t quite resurface. My mother always said if you forget something go back to where you were when you last had it. so – should I open another bottle?
I had forgotten what I have been doing. I forgot how I used to be very productive and loving. I forgot what is best for me. I forgot my prayers. I forgot almost every good things in my life. If only…
She had forgotten what it felt like to be so in love with someone. She was so afraid to fall in love again because of her past experience. She knew one day her broken heart would be mended but she never wanted it to be… She always wanted to live in the past where her heart fluttered with just the mention of his name. Who would have known that within the 5 years of being single, she would find someone much more incredible than him and made her heart flutter a thousand times more.
I hate forgetting things, but it always seems to happen. And that feleing you get, you know what I mean, the feeling that you’ve forgotten something important and then write it off as nerves but then, when you’re away somewhere you remember what it is and that you’re going to miss your flight because you were too stupid to remember you’re license that is currently nestled in the back of your jeans pocket. I hate forgetting stuff, I really do.
The last of the leaves feel from the trees that morning. The beauty of Autumn’s grace was forgotten now to the long, cold, dark days of winter.
i have forgotten what its like to be in love. to have someone to talk to, to hold his hands. I have forgotten how it feels to live a carefree life. there is so much that i have forgotten and so much i would want to relive.
He felt so alone, so forgotten. As he twisted the handcuffs around his wrists, he thought about his mistress, upstairs, entertaining her guests with her incredible grace and beauty. He wondered if she would be down for him soon. He longed to feel her secure the collar around his neck, always a little too snug, but tight enough that he knew she meant to keep him from escaping. Not that he would ever dream of escaping…
I’ve forgotten what it is exactly I wanted to write about. Forgotten, that sad empty feeling in your head that you should know something, that you once knew something, but now you don’t and you look sideways at the ground and give a little sigh that you’re brain just couldn’t remember everything. And in that breath, you let it all go, forget it. Just forget it.
Its sad to hear when you are forgotten by somebody and it is sadder to hear it from them. The world is so forgetful that it keeps forgetting
I lost him when I was young, and back then it seemed like the more excruciating thing in the world. But i’ve grown since, and I know that the world is filled with so many things of evil. He’s gone now, lost into the oblivion only the abandoned know of, forgotten. I’m not a kid anymore, everything is different. But the one thing that makes me sad in all this chaos, even today, the one thing that has never given me clarity. They loss of him. Forgotten.
it’s not about what you know about the word, it’s about how you feel about it. forgotten makes me sad. to once know and love something and then for it to be forgotten it’s just heart wrenching don’t cha think
I stood on the side of the road, forgotten and lonely. I was supposed to be at my own funeral, but they had forgotten me. I was not only dead, but I was forgotten. How could it get any worse? Somehow, it did.
when you are going to do something that you dont remember it you have done this
when you have to do something but you didnt remember that thing you forgot it.
and when you have a homeework but you dont have done it you telle your teacher that you have forgotten it.
Forgotten: can be applied to anything, people, things. events. Always with a consequence which isn’t agreeable!
I had forgotten how much I loved him, seing hsi smile did things to em that nothing else ever could. How could I th.ink I was falling for Simon; it was too soon
I have done this one already but I can’t remember what I wrote. It has completely slipped my mind.
I had an idea what this word meant but it seems to have slipped my memory. Hold on now, I think I have it, no, just can’t think what it means.
I forget things more often than I would like.
Today, I forgot to call my mom. I was supposed to give her a list of guests to invite for my graduation party, and she got upset that I didn’t call. Five minutes ago, she called me and yelled. After a calming her down, I gave her the list and she hung up.
you make me feel amazing. i want you to want me. i need you to need me. you make me happy and i can’t believe i have you in my life, but i don’t want to fall for you too hard. because it might hurt.. and after this year i don’t know if i can take that. i’m not ready to fall for someone. but if i may say so myself, you are mighty cute. this might be harder then i thought….
confused and greedy. me on christmas 1980.
hello brother. i gave mom perfume which smashed on the floor in the hospital.
devistated…i sulked.
Forgetting is the misplacement or loss of a memory or piece of knowledge.
Things I Forget At Times:
Promises
Patience
E-Mails
Keys
To say thank you & I love you
Myself
In mists
In dew of yesterday
I have forgotten who you were
and what I meant to you
In your pictures
I am kept framed
forgotten
In the frames of your life
I am interleaved
I am a memory
everything
Tränen die fielen
Lachen das die Herzen erhellte
gute Stimmung
eine Welt die in Scherben liegt
Streitereien
aufeinander zugehen
viel zu schnell vergessen wir was wichtig ist
I feel I have been left out,
Closed off from our circle of friends.
Ignored from what was promised,
And uninvited.
I am sure it was not intentional,
Or am I wrong to doubt it?
For they would never mean for that.
They still care, right?