thats the worst feeling in the world. to be forgotten. never thought of or even looked at with a second glance and remembered. cold feelings and remorse and just an ugly, word, feeling and emotion. never forget, forgetting hurts.
Mittens, keys, passwords, mother’s birthdays, but never old boyfriends, mean teachers, stellar lines, bare behinds, or that time they told you how it really was.
i feel forgotten by many but I also forget, I forgot my mind the last time i was forgotten, I’m only getting up now and trying to remember but without the things in memory we are sometimes stronger. The past is a burden at times, let’s forget it.
Sometimes I feel like I’ve been forgotten. sometimes I feel like I’m forgetting everyone else. My grandfather had Alzheimers, fuck I don’t know how to spell that, what if i end up with that as well? that would suck. I forget some of the best memories I’ve ever had. I only know that they’re the best, because my friends tell me about them and they sound fucking awesome. I wish I didn’t forget things so much. I don’t think I’ll ever be forgotten. I’ll make sure I don’t. Worst comes to worst, kill someone famous. That’ll keep me remembered.
Sixty seconds are over but I guess I can keep writing…
Have you forgotten me? When you call everyone else to hang out? Am In in your thoughts when you’re inviting people to a party? Probably not…but i’m never forgotten by god. He knows me always, he knows my name and he knows my thoughts, wishes and dreams. I will never be forgotten when I think of god. <3
Forgotten. I have forgotten my things. I am always and forgetting things. I already had to write about this word. Forgotten. But the technology messed up. It didnt read in its memory that i had to write about this word already. I have forgotten the point of the story. i have forgotten but did i do it on purpose to make you forget or did i actually forget?
I have’nt forgotten all the memories that we’ve had. Everything is still fresh in my mind as if it was yesterday. I still love all those times and miss them. But have you forgotten? I dare say you have. You claim that you could never forget but you have a new life now right? A new life brings new memories and our old life is forgotten.
I don’t like this feeling, this feeling of being forgotten and not remembered. I love you so much, and yet I feel like the largest part of my being is lost somewhere in your heart. I feel like you’ve forgotten about me and just left me behind somewhere on the coast. Im out here, watching, waiting, worrying, and you’re on the inside in love with everyone you come across and I am just left here, waiting and loving you with every ounce of my being.
Everything in life, the small things, the big ones and everything in between can be forgotten. No matter how hard one tries, things will be put to the backs of our minds and somehow things will be forgotten, even if we wish we could remember them forever. Images and videos catch some of our memories, but even then they can become lost, broken, and forgotten through time.
i forgot about you. did you forget about me? im lying i didnt forget about you i think about you everyday. i feel forgotten though. i feel like i got erased and put into your “forgotten” files in your brain.
It would seem right if all the forgotten things of the world should wind up somewhere together. All things left, discarded, done away with & so forth should be able to take pleasure in one another’s company, find solace in their mutual mistreatment.
Forgotten? The only thing that comes to mind is the fact that you’ve forgotten me. You don’t even bother to text me anymore, I bet I could drop dead and you wouldn’t care. You may think that I’ve forgotten you too, but I haven’t. I can’t forget how it used to be. I can’t forget last Christmas break, and the days we spent fishing with the guys. I can’t forget about the fact that you acted like you cared about me, then forgot about me in an instant. I will never forget the way you can make me feel perfect one minute – then make me feel like a piece of shit the next. I won’t let that happen again.
i have never forgotten your smell or how cold your hands always were because of the drugs. i have never forgotten your kindness, or how you couldn’t see anyone’s pain but your own. i haven’t forgotten the way you looked that day when your mom was gone and you left the bed to answer the phone for Johnathan. I have never forgotten. But Christ, I wish I could.
i feel like ill die and be forgotten like im not going to mean anything but then i realize that i should just live my life as best i can because im not going to care once im dead anyway and i know some people who have passed will never be forgotten in my mind… has it really not been 60 seconds yet?
forgotten, left behind on my dusty dresser top, a few quarters and a dime sit on the dust like ceramic plates on the sandy oak floor of my best friend’s beach house.
forgotten
how can you forget,
when we first met,
it seems like yesterday,
that was the first time,
i saw your face,
the second we locked eyes
forgotten.
mistreated and betrayed, alone with no one stuck in a whole with no hope left no faith nothing left to keep you going. lost in too many thoughts unable to hear your own. confused and unsure of your past present and future
dear god how could I have forgotten its not very nice indeed it isnt how will they think of me oh dear the time is running out please stop the time the watch is watching me and the dogs are ding dinging their collars away back to the grease cannon and the big bridge jumpers and their pony’s with the laser pistols and the zappers tied to their boots.
she sat there, in tears, realizing all her fears were present. she had been left, not even left though, she had been forgotten. all her past was gone, all the lives she had crossed never made a difference. and now, as she sits, she cannot forget how she used to love, learn, live, and how she thought they could not forget either.
i forgot to do everything and i will continue to forget remembering things. makes you wonder what’s really important. i remember to eat. sometimes. family. i dont forget family
did I write something on this already ??Hmm I’vve forgotten. But that’s ok . Nobody on American Idol has forgotten their lyrics and nobody on Broadway tonite has forgotten their lines. The show must go on.
They left me behind. I can’t believe they forgot me. All my life people forget about me. When I was 7 my mom and dad left me at Disney land, at 16 my prom date ditched me for some beer, forgot to come back, now at the age of 23 my roommates had moved out, signed a lease for another group to live there and had not even bothered to tell me. I had gone to Chicago for a week to see my mom and dad and in the mean time my roommates had gone and moved without telling me, what in the world was wrong with me? I must have a cape of invisabilty that I wear and not even know
Well-worn pillows more malleable than down, striated and steaming drinks, a fresh, lush pen uncapped, palm-sized notebooks with only careful notes and numbers, the rightward tilt of your lips when you find.
The first, when we outlasted dawn with fingertips and words woven.
That fluffy valentine rabbit who powders dust all over its face like it’s makeup. Makes it feel pretty but it’s more in denial that that’s all it’s got left. Nobody to witness the pretty, or to put pretty back together.
I stand at the bottom of your life, collecting your dust all over my face. I wear it like makeup. Maybe you will notice. Maybe you will recognize yourself on my face, inside of me. Maybe you will see that I am all you need to feel clean again.
Something that happens in time. Something scary. Either a good thing or bad thing. The act of something from the past being completely erased from your mind and it being gone for good.
I don’t want to be,
I don’t want you to be,
I wish we could stay,
But I want to have new adventures too,
And I want to always be able to come back,
But most of all I don’t want to waste the time we still have,
And I won’t forget you.
It had been years since they we sitting together in a room like they were today. She had butterflies in her stomach. No idea if he still felt the way he use to. Had he forgotten all the love they use to share for each other, or would every thing just snap back into place at any moment? There was only one way to find out.
I have forgotten all I ever was. All I ever knew. All I ever loved. Everyone has moved on and left me. All I know is pain. The sorrow is almost unending and I can’t imagine living another day without you by me.
I left the party early. gone, but not forgotten apparently. someone noticed I had left without my coat and liberated me from it, should I decide it was cold and need to return for it. fine, fine whatever. who needs a coat when you only have 1 hour left to live?
Oh wait no, that’s right. the bomb is in the coat pocket. so the thief is about to get the surprise of their … oh. Well I know who had the coat now…would never have thought that of her!
at times i feel forgotten like a girl’s fist love
a girls first kiss
that came from above
at times i feel invisible
unattainable but free
sometimes i feel for once
i can be me
forgotten can be lead to so many different feelings and reactions. it could be beautiful, like knowing that the whole concept of something bad is forgotten. Or it could be oh darn. My car keys were forgotten at home.
they look for answers– here,
let me pull one out from the corner of my pocket.
be careful unfolding it, the creases are fragile…
it’s been used frequently.
a few washing cycles…
a few arguments…
i transfer the same speech from pant pocket to pant pocket…
if only someone can hear what i hear.
or see
what i see.
or read what i have written upon that same piece of paper.
forget the forgotten; they’re only there when you need them.
brush the lint away; they’re there everyday.
pull them out, take a look, put them back.
slid into a new pant pocket, and into a new day…
open when necessary, but be careful unfolding it; the creases are fragile…
i’ve been used frequently.
She’d forgotten her roots. Forgotten where she came from. Forgotten who she was. Forgotten what her life was all about and where it was supposed to be going. So, she packed her bags and left. She got the next flight out to Auckland and suddenly found herself there in the airport wondering what the heck she was doing.
He lay in bed, forlorn, feeling adrift and forgotten in his loneliness. As he drifted in and out of sleep he sank deeper into the abyss of his depression.
i woke up in the middle of an unknown room. i had forgotten who i was, where i was, and why i was there. i had a bitter taste lingering on in my mouth, and i couldn’t tell what it was. a lifeless corpse was in the corner, and it seemed to be a naked clown, which i found creepy, to say the least.
She looked at the forgotten toy, left strewn across a dusty shelf. His ears were tattered, and his chestnut fur had been worn away in places. Black glass eyes were scratched and empty, devoid of the life.
thats the worst feeling in the world. to be forgotten. never thought of or even looked at with a second glance and remembered. cold feelings and remorse and just an ugly, word, feeling and emotion. never forget, forgetting hurts.
Mittens, keys, passwords, mother’s birthdays, but never old boyfriends, mean teachers, stellar lines, bare behinds, or that time they told you how it really was.
i feel forgotten by many but I also forget, I forgot my mind the last time i was forgotten, I’m only getting up now and trying to remember but without the things in memory we are sometimes stronger. The past is a burden at times, let’s forget it.
Sometimes I feel like I’ve been forgotten. sometimes I feel like I’m forgetting everyone else. My grandfather had Alzheimers, fuck I don’t know how to spell that, what if i end up with that as well? that would suck. I forget some of the best memories I’ve ever had. I only know that they’re the best, because my friends tell me about them and they sound fucking awesome. I wish I didn’t forget things so much. I don’t think I’ll ever be forgotten. I’ll make sure I don’t. Worst comes to worst, kill someone famous. That’ll keep me remembered.
Sixty seconds are over but I guess I can keep writing…
I have forgotten much. I remember love but not by whom. I remember touch but, again, not by whom. And, I’m afraid, I’ve forgotten you.
Have you forgotten me? When you call everyone else to hang out? Am In in your thoughts when you’re inviting people to a party? Probably not…but i’m never forgotten by god. He knows me always, he knows my name and he knows my thoughts, wishes and dreams. I will never be forgotten when I think of god. <3
Forgotten. I have forgotten my things. I am always and forgetting things. I already had to write about this word. Forgotten. But the technology messed up. It didnt read in its memory that i had to write about this word already. I have forgotten the point of the story. i have forgotten but did i do it on purpose to make you forget or did i actually forget?
I have’nt forgotten all the memories that we’ve had. Everything is still fresh in my mind as if it was yesterday. I still love all those times and miss them. But have you forgotten? I dare say you have. You claim that you could never forget but you have a new life now right? A new life brings new memories and our old life is forgotten.
I don’t like this feeling, this feeling of being forgotten and not remembered. I love you so much, and yet I feel like the largest part of my being is lost somewhere in your heart. I feel like you’ve forgotten about me and just left me behind somewhere on the coast. Im out here, watching, waiting, worrying, and you’re on the inside in love with everyone you come across and I am just left here, waiting and loving you with every ounce of my being.
Everything in life, the small things, the big ones and everything in between can be forgotten. No matter how hard one tries, things will be put to the backs of our minds and somehow things will be forgotten, even if we wish we could remember them forever. Images and videos catch some of our memories, but even then they can become lost, broken, and forgotten through time.
i forgot about you. did you forget about me? im lying i didnt forget about you i think about you everyday. i feel forgotten though. i feel like i got erased and put into your “forgotten” files in your brain.
It would seem right if all the forgotten things of the world should wind up somewhere together. All things left, discarded, done away with & so forth should be able to take pleasure in one another’s company, find solace in their mutual mistreatment.
Forgotten? The only thing that comes to mind is the fact that you’ve forgotten me. You don’t even bother to text me anymore, I bet I could drop dead and you wouldn’t care. You may think that I’ve forgotten you too, but I haven’t. I can’t forget how it used to be. I can’t forget last Christmas break, and the days we spent fishing with the guys. I can’t forget about the fact that you acted like you cared about me, then forgot about me in an instant. I will never forget the way you can make me feel perfect one minute – then make me feel like a piece of shit the next. I won’t let that happen again.
i have never forgotten your smell or how cold your hands always were because of the drugs. i have never forgotten your kindness, or how you couldn’t see anyone’s pain but your own. i haven’t forgotten the way you looked that day when your mom was gone and you left the bed to answer the phone for Johnathan. I have never forgotten. But Christ, I wish I could.
Sitting on a stone step waiting, anticipating his fathers return. Every passing car lifts his heart (yet none stop) the young boy’s been spurned.
i feel like ill die and be forgotten like im not going to mean anything but then i realize that i should just live my life as best i can because im not going to care once im dead anyway and i know some people who have passed will never be forgotten in my mind… has it really not been 60 seconds yet?
forgotten, left behind on my dusty dresser top, a few quarters and a dime sit on the dust like ceramic plates on the sandy oak floor of my best friend’s beach house.
forgotten
how can you forget,
when we first met,
it seems like yesterday,
that was the first time,
i saw your face,
the second we locked eyes
forgotten.
mistreated and betrayed, alone with no one stuck in a whole with no hope left no faith nothing left to keep you going. lost in too many thoughts unable to hear your own. confused and unsure of your past present and future
dear god how could I have forgotten its not very nice indeed it isnt how will they think of me oh dear the time is running out please stop the time the watch is watching me and the dogs are ding dinging their collars away back to the grease cannon and the big bridge jumpers and their pony’s with the laser pistols and the zappers tied to their boots.
she sat there, in tears, realizing all her fears were present. she had been left, not even left though, she had been forgotten. all her past was gone, all the lives she had crossed never made a difference. and now, as she sits, she cannot forget how she used to love, learn, live, and how she thought they could not forget either.
i forgot to do everything and i will continue to forget remembering things. makes you wonder what’s really important. i remember to eat. sometimes. family. i dont forget family
did I write something on this already ??Hmm I’vve forgotten. But that’s ok . Nobody on American Idol has forgotten their lyrics and nobody on Broadway tonite has forgotten their lines. The show must go on.
They left me behind. I can’t believe they forgot me. All my life people forget about me. When I was 7 my mom and dad left me at Disney land, at 16 my prom date ditched me for some beer, forgot to come back, now at the age of 23 my roommates had moved out, signed a lease for another group to live there and had not even bothered to tell me. I had gone to Chicago for a week to see my mom and dad and in the mean time my roommates had gone and moved without telling me, what in the world was wrong with me? I must have a cape of invisabilty that I wear and not even know
Well-worn pillows more malleable than down, striated and steaming drinks, a fresh, lush pen uncapped, palm-sized notebooks with only careful notes and numbers, the rightward tilt of your lips when you find.
The first, when we outlasted dawn with fingertips and words woven.
I haven’t.
That fluffy valentine rabbit who powders dust all over its face like it’s makeup. Makes it feel pretty but it’s more in denial that that’s all it’s got left. Nobody to witness the pretty, or to put pretty back together.
I stand at the bottom of your life, collecting your dust all over my face. I wear it like makeup. Maybe you will notice. Maybe you will recognize yourself on my face, inside of me. Maybe you will see that I am all you need to feel clean again.
Something that happens in time. Something scary. Either a good thing or bad thing. The act of something from the past being completely erased from your mind and it being gone for good.
I know things are weird between us (or I think it’s weird) but I hope that you haven’t forgotten about me.
I don’t want to be,
I don’t want you to be,
I wish we could stay,
But I want to have new adventures too,
And I want to always be able to come back,
But most of all I don’t want to waste the time we still have,
And I won’t forget you.
It had been years since they we sitting together in a room like they were today. She had butterflies in her stomach. No idea if he still felt the way he use to. Had he forgotten all the love they use to share for each other, or would every thing just snap back into place at any moment? There was only one way to find out.
I have forgotten all I ever was. All I ever knew. All I ever loved. Everyone has moved on and left me. All I know is pain. The sorrow is almost unending and I can’t imagine living another day without you by me.
I left the party early. gone, but not forgotten apparently. someone noticed I had left without my coat and liberated me from it, should I decide it was cold and need to return for it. fine, fine whatever. who needs a coat when you only have 1 hour left to live?
Oh wait no, that’s right. the bomb is in the coat pocket. so the thief is about to get the surprise of their … oh. Well I know who had the coat now…would never have thought that of her!
at times i feel forgotten like a girl’s fist love
a girls first kiss
that came from above
at times i feel invisible
unattainable but free
sometimes i feel for once
i can be me
forgotten can be lead to so many different feelings and reactions. it could be beautiful, like knowing that the whole concept of something bad is forgotten. Or it could be oh darn. My car keys were forgotten at home.
eyes rest heavily upon us all…
they look for answers– here,
let me pull one out from the corner of my pocket.
be careful unfolding it, the creases are fragile…
it’s been used frequently.
a few washing cycles…
a few arguments…
i transfer the same speech from pant pocket to pant pocket…
if only someone can hear what i hear.
or see
what i see.
or read what i have written upon that same piece of paper.
forget the forgotten; they’re only there when you need them.
brush the lint away; they’re there everyday.
pull them out, take a look, put them back.
slid into a new pant pocket, and into a new day…
open when necessary, but be careful unfolding it; the creases are fragile…
i’ve been used frequently.
The experiences we posses as memories will be forgotten after this trip. Instead, we will keep the feelings in what is called soul.
She’d forgotten her roots. Forgotten where she came from. Forgotten who she was. Forgotten what her life was all about and where it was supposed to be going. So, she packed her bags and left. She got the next flight out to Auckland and suddenly found herself there in the airport wondering what the heck she was doing.
He lay in bed, forlorn, feeling adrift and forgotten in his loneliness. As he drifted in and out of sleep he sank deeper into the abyss of his depression.
i woke up in the middle of an unknown room. i had forgotten who i was, where i was, and why i was there. i had a bitter taste lingering on in my mouth, and i couldn’t tell what it was. a lifeless corpse was in the corner, and it seemed to be a naked clown, which i found creepy, to say the least.
She looked at the forgotten toy, left strewn across a dusty shelf. His ears were tattered, and his chestnut fur had been worn away in places. Black glass eyes were scratched and empty, devoid of the life.