well my past? I gues that might be my problem is I automatically think it’s about me. but it might not be, maybe it’s someone else. but really my past is what I know best and what I can tell you is it was ugly. it’s filled with secrets and regrets and pain and a place filled with thugs I would like to change. I would change a lot of I had the chance but the again what would my life be like now if I changed something? so many questions so little time to answer them all.
something happened there. something no one’s seen. I wanted to see how far we could go. the wasteland offered itself prostrate. if you would make that promise. you did and you couldn’t keepit.
my past sucks. it makes me sad. igave an asshole a whole year of my life and i’m still not over him…he made me feel horrible. im not proud of many things ive done but i never regret. i wish i could change my past. it makes me sad. soooo sad. i hurt people but people hurt me too…
Clear to my minds eye,
and the thoughts turned
to LSD.
I swore to Satan,
That I wouldn’t
go to Hell.
He promised if I did,
He’d never tell.
The acid rain
is pouring from my brain.
And my drug of choice,
is a hallucinogen,
we call
creativity.
what constitutes as past really. it has made up everything you are right now. hasn’t it. and once the past has passed it never truly leaves you. its still there burning its way into the dreams of your future. holding you back or pushing you forward its never passed.
The Great Beyond. can’t take it no mo, the wish wash pneumonics, the cliched ness, the cliche of the word, so fake, so meaningless, I swear to God time is always the same, it never goes faster, never goes slower, it never moves, it is space we move through, it’s the spaces that we can never occupy again
A long time ago, in times past, there was a small child, long forgotten.. One of many. She was different, poorer, more beautiful, with a touching intelligence look. She died young.
What is the past? The past is something we forget in the lives of human beings. The past can be sometimes good and sometimes bad. Though, most people would prefer the good and retain all the memories. Past can help us reflect.
Sometimes things don’t go the way you want them to. It just happens that way, you don’t want it to, and there’s nothing you can do to change it. That’s just the way it is. In my experience the past can be wonderful, but it can also bring back painful memories of things that just happened to go wrong, and opening old wounds just hurts more than before.
the past can scar anyone. your best friend, your other best friend, the people you love. i wish the past didn’t scar anyone. can’t we just make the past the past,and focus on the present?not even the future, the present. if we could all let go of the past i’m sure all of our heads would be more clear. my head would be more clear, i would be happier if others let go of the past.
A moment that passes you by, one you wish you could hold on to, is now smoke in the breeze, water running through your fingers. The memory, like trying to cup your hands and hold on to something that you know is going to leak out, bit by bit. Drip drip drip. There goes the past.
My past has shaped my entire life. Whether good or bad, it has made me the person I am today. But the past is just that, in the past. I need to let go of it. I need to be free, release myself from the chains that my past has on me. I want to make a promise to myself to free myself from those chains and live looking into the future.
past present future, is it a line, a river a conneted thing? What does it mean? They say every time you remeber a memory it changes. everything you remember is wrong. The more often you remember it, the more it changes. Your past isn’t really your past, but the idea of your past, changed one bit at time, changed piece by piece like a jigsaw puzzle that no longer fits together as everytime you try to put the bits together they warp a little more.
things often go according to plan but then again, so do antelopes. always taking never giving, the moments that take up a dull day, once again to the full essence of kilter
Oh, the past! How you have fun times, and how you haunt me. The joy . The misery. They are both part of you. Is it good to remember? Is it good to reflect? Is it beneficial? How? For who? What steps do indeed to take to make it so? These are the questions I must ask and re- ask at the end. All of it made me, shaped me, is a part of me. I can’t forget. Nor would I want to.
My first memories are from childhood. Oh, those days of wonder and enjoyment. Of simple life. Grass. Home. Textiles. Food. Cooking. Running. Playing. Creating. Learning. Becoming. The words themselves are what makes me. What was important in my life. Someone else would’ve had the same experiences yet different words and meanings would come to them. Yet theses, these are what I remember and cherish. The outdoors. The earth. The real ness of simple life. The love and nourishment of family and relationships and trust and forgiveness and support and fun and living. The different textures in grass, sky, tree trunks, swing sets, mud, hair, skin, blankets, carpet, sheets, plates, utensils, toys, so much more. But why do these come to my mind first?
Play and the joy of being outside and on your own, in your own little world, but a big world to you. Creativity and the seriousness of it in play. The side yard with the shade, a tree, a swing set and grass. How we loved it and lived there and played and created our world and joy there! The wonder of childhood! The mud pies and how much fun they were to make! The sharing and working teeth with brothers and friends to create and live in our made up world. The communication developed that way and the independence. Do children still get this today? The trips to the neighboring woods as we grew older and the wonder of discovery and continued joy in creating newer, more sophisticated worlds with a touch of mystery added! The pain of encountering.
It has been hard. But its what makes me who i am. Everything from my past, the mistakes i have made, the relationships i have had.. define who i am. And i am proud of this.
I hate the past. The past is sad and depressing. Though we must never forget the past, lest we repeat it over again. It’s just so troubling to have to carry the past with you everywhere. But if you don’t, it won’t stop being the present.
What is the past? And how do we escape from it? Can it be that wherever we go, it follows us? The past is not there to hunt us. It’s there to remind us, that everything can have a past. Past is not to be feared, it’s to be unchanged.
In the past, she was alluring and beautiful. Her lips were bright red and her pores were filled with seduction. Boys would stop in their tracks, staring at her pale skin and flowing braids. But that was in the past. The past was so long ago. The past held a different person entirely. She sighed as she looked at the photos. Her heart hurt if she looked too long.
In the past, you said you loved me. and even after all that you’ve done, i believed you.
Now, in the present, you turn away, and i feel my heart shatter into a million pieces like stars in the night sky.
The past, is all that it should be, you told me. The past is merely the past. Nothing more.
“And Alexander?” His voice is amicable as he walks past me, but even I don’t miss the sinister meaning beneath the words.
“Stay away from my daughter.”
Something we don’t like to think about. I’m always looking toward the future. Looking behind doesn’t change a thing. We can only press on and try to create a happy future.
It was different. Mostly because of simplicity. But maybe there was an understanding. The way we lived. The ideas we held. Maybe the universe held a truth to it that we could observe. Then our ideations got in the way. Then we began to create a god.
She wanted out. There was no other way to describe the feelings that she had at that moment. Staring at the photos, at the people she used to love and know, that she used to call her family. These moments that haunted her. It was long gone now, and now there was nothing left for her but her future.
past. its something you cant ever escape. it trails behind you, like a lost ghost. its a record that you, and maybe others know about. it follows you to your goals and to your fails. its just there. you just have to embrace it and show it off instead of hiding it, because it will always be there.
I think often about my past, and things I regret. I regret many things, especially how I have treated other people and myself, but if it wasn’t the same, I wouldn’t be who I am today. Also, everything will be the past very shortly because the present is such a fleeting Idea that we can’t hold on to it and it becomes the past.
The past cannot be changed. If it could, would you do better? Worse? Learn from your mistakes…or repeat them again. What if you made a mistake, and could change your whole life. Make everything better. All of the memories disappear. Would you go back in the past, or stick with the present?
sometimes i wonder about falling in love. i wonder if i was ever really in it. i read about these people who never forget that one love; they spend their entire lives knowing that was their love. the one love. whether they end up with them or not. they wait. they wait for them. i wonder if i had it, and passed it. thinking there would be a better future, no matter how badly i wanted to hold onto it. maybe it was just because i was left. can you true love leave you? or should you have to be torn apart
The past is no present, as the present is no present either. To present, as to give a gift, and present, as the actually gift. Presenting a present, in the present. The past gives no presents, but creates an image of history. Every decision made is a new piece of history in the puzzle of the past.
When you’re young, there’s an enchantment to Snowdays that is undeniable. They represent a prefect union, kindred to such classics as s’mores and chocolate chip pancakes.
There are many things I have done in the past that I regret. Some weren’t necessarily bad things…they were just things that I would’ve redone so that I could have change in my life. The past is a beautiful thing. It holds memories and things in your past life that you can look back at and laugh, like when I was little I would get in trouble and it would be bad at the moment but in the future everything gets better. Live in the future and dream in the past.
The past is full of life. I think of romantic words like nostalgia and melancholy when I recall the “past.” I think of the boy with emerald green eyes and crooked smiles. I think of of playing hopscotch and singing tunes on the way home from a long day at school. I think of being happily barefooted and eagerly jumping into a pool of water in the summertime. I think about how it got me here, to this very moment. How profound moments are, how they weave together…how everything just seemed so much more alive when reminisced.
i do concede my past is ahead of me
can i be so bold?
may i contort these figures in the dead of night?
the one who stood beside me then
figured out my quartered songs;
the ones i sang to keep my lovers
close by me.
In the past, things cannot be changed. The past is full of different things for everyone. The past can be fun or horrible. Hopefully past is a good thing. But there is nothing like the present.
The past is no longer a journey, so why bother treading down it? I do not care to venture into those woods again–how boring! I already know what happens! I would like to go on a new adventure. I would like to see new skies.
We’ll put the past behind us because there’s nothing more we can do about it. The only thing left for us is to live in the moment and hope for a better future. And by better, I mean
well my past? I gues that might be my problem is I automatically think it’s about me. but it might not be, maybe it’s someone else. but really my past is what I know best and what I can tell you is it was ugly. it’s filled with secrets and regrets and pain and a place filled with thugs I would like to change. I would change a lot of I had the chance but the again what would my life be like now if I changed something? so many questions so little time to answer them all.
something happened there. something no one’s seen. I wanted to see how far we could go. the wasteland offered itself prostrate. if you would make that promise. you did and you couldn’t keepit.
my past sucks. it makes me sad. igave an asshole a whole year of my life and i’m still not over him…he made me feel horrible. im not proud of many things ive done but i never regret. i wish i could change my past. it makes me sad. soooo sad. i hurt people but people hurt me too…
Clear to my minds eye,
and the thoughts turned
to LSD.
I swore to Satan,
That I wouldn’t
go to Hell.
He promised if I did,
He’d never tell.
The acid rain
is pouring from my brain.
And my drug of choice,
is a hallucinogen,
we call
creativity.
what constitutes as past really. it has made up everything you are right now. hasn’t it. and once the past has passed it never truly leaves you. its still there burning its way into the dreams of your future. holding you back or pushing you forward its never passed.
The Great Beyond. can’t take it no mo, the wish wash pneumonics, the cliched ness, the cliche of the word, so fake, so meaningless, I swear to God time is always the same, it never goes faster, never goes slower, it never moves, it is space we move through, it’s the spaces that we can never occupy again
A long time ago, in times past, there was a small child, long forgotten.. One of many. She was different, poorer, more beautiful, with a touching intelligence look. She died young.
What is the past? The past is something we forget in the lives of human beings. The past can be sometimes good and sometimes bad. Though, most people would prefer the good and retain all the memories. Past can help us reflect.
Sometimes things don’t go the way you want them to. It just happens that way, you don’t want it to, and there’s nothing you can do to change it. That’s just the way it is. In my experience the past can be wonderful, but it can also bring back painful memories of things that just happened to go wrong, and opening old wounds just hurts more than before.
Painful,
Always
Stressful,
To remember
Part of
All
Sorts of
Things
People
Accept their
Singular
Tunes
the past can scar anyone. your best friend, your other best friend, the people you love. i wish the past didn’t scar anyone. can’t we just make the past the past,and focus on the present?not even the future, the present. if we could all let go of the past i’m sure all of our heads would be more clear. my head would be more clear, i would be happier if others let go of the past.
A moment that passes you by, one you wish you could hold on to, is now smoke in the breeze, water running through your fingers. The memory, like trying to cup your hands and hold on to something that you know is going to leak out, bit by bit. Drip drip drip. There goes the past.
My past has shaped my entire life. Whether good or bad, it has made me the person I am today. But the past is just that, in the past. I need to let go of it. I need to be free, release myself from the chains that my past has on me. I want to make a promise to myself to free myself from those chains and live looking into the future.
past present future, is it a line, a river a conneted thing? What does it mean? They say every time you remeber a memory it changes. everything you remember is wrong. The more often you remember it, the more it changes. Your past isn’t really your past, but the idea of your past, changed one bit at time, changed piece by piece like a jigsaw puzzle that no longer fits together as everytime you try to put the bits together they warp a little more.
It took some time to get passed it.
But
I made it.
things often go according to plan but then again, so do antelopes. always taking never giving, the moments that take up a dull day, once again to the full essence of kilter
Oh, the past! How you have fun times, and how you haunt me. The joy . The misery. They are both part of you. Is it good to remember? Is it good to reflect? Is it beneficial? How? For who? What steps do indeed to take to make it so? These are the questions I must ask and re- ask at the end. All of it made me, shaped me, is a part of me. I can’t forget. Nor would I want to.
My first memories are from childhood. Oh, those days of wonder and enjoyment. Of simple life. Grass. Home. Textiles. Food. Cooking. Running. Playing. Creating. Learning. Becoming. The words themselves are what makes me. What was important in my life. Someone else would’ve had the same experiences yet different words and meanings would come to them. Yet theses, these are what I remember and cherish. The outdoors. The earth. The real ness of simple life. The love and nourishment of family and relationships and trust and forgiveness and support and fun and living. The different textures in grass, sky, tree trunks, swing sets, mud, hair, skin, blankets, carpet, sheets, plates, utensils, toys, so much more. But why do these come to my mind first?
Play and the joy of being outside and on your own, in your own little world, but a big world to you. Creativity and the seriousness of it in play. The side yard with the shade, a tree, a swing set and grass. How we loved it and lived there and played and created our world and joy there! The wonder of childhood! The mud pies and how much fun they were to make! The sharing and working teeth with brothers and friends to create and live in our made up world. The communication developed that way and the independence. Do children still get this today? The trips to the neighboring woods as we grew older and the wonder of discovery and continued joy in creating newer, more sophisticated worlds with a touch of mystery added! The pain of encountering.
It has been hard. But its what makes me who i am. Everything from my past, the mistakes i have made, the relationships i have had.. define who i am. And i am proud of this.
I hate the past. The past is sad and depressing. Though we must never forget the past, lest we repeat it over again. It’s just so troubling to have to carry the past with you everywhere. But if you don’t, it won’t stop being the present.
What is the past? And how do we escape from it? Can it be that wherever we go, it follows us? The past is not there to hunt us. It’s there to remind us, that everything can have a past. Past is not to be feared, it’s to be unchanged.
In the past, she was alluring and beautiful. Her lips were bright red and her pores were filled with seduction. Boys would stop in their tracks, staring at her pale skin and flowing braids. But that was in the past. The past was so long ago. The past held a different person entirely. She sighed as she looked at the photos. Her heart hurt if she looked too long.
In the past, you said you loved me. and even after all that you’ve done, i believed you.
Now, in the present, you turn away, and i feel my heart shatter into a million pieces like stars in the night sky.
The past, is all that it should be, you told me. The past is merely the past. Nothing more.
“And Alexander?” His voice is amicable as he walks past me, but even I don’t miss the sinister meaning beneath the words.
“Stay away from my daughter.”
Something we don’t like to think about. I’m always looking toward the future. Looking behind doesn’t change a thing. We can only press on and try to create a happy future.
It was different. Mostly because of simplicity. But maybe there was an understanding. The way we lived. The ideas we held. Maybe the universe held a truth to it that we could observe. Then our ideations got in the way. Then we began to create a god.
She wanted out. There was no other way to describe the feelings that she had at that moment. Staring at the photos, at the people she used to love and know, that she used to call her family. These moments that haunted her. It was long gone now, and now there was nothing left for her but her future.
past. its something you cant ever escape. it trails behind you, like a lost ghost. its a record that you, and maybe others know about. it follows you to your goals and to your fails. its just there. you just have to embrace it and show it off instead of hiding it, because it will always be there.
I think often about my past, and things I regret. I regret many things, especially how I have treated other people and myself, but if it wasn’t the same, I wouldn’t be who I am today. Also, everything will be the past very shortly because the present is such a fleeting Idea that we can’t hold on to it and it becomes the past.
Its over now. Sometimes I wonder if any of it really happened.
What if I am a robot with implanted memories?
What if everyday I wake up a new person?
What if who I am right now will be gone before morning?
The past cannot be changed. If it could, would you do better? Worse? Learn from your mistakes…or repeat them again. What if you made a mistake, and could change your whole life. Make everything better. All of the memories disappear. Would you go back in the past, or stick with the present?
sometimes i wonder about falling in love. i wonder if i was ever really in it. i read about these people who never forget that one love; they spend their entire lives knowing that was their love. the one love. whether they end up with them or not. they wait. they wait for them. i wonder if i had it, and passed it. thinking there would be a better future, no matter how badly i wanted to hold onto it. maybe it was just because i was left. can you true love leave you? or should you have to be torn apart
The past is no present, as the present is no present either. To present, as to give a gift, and present, as the actually gift. Presenting a present, in the present. The past gives no presents, but creates an image of history. Every decision made is a new piece of history in the puzzle of the past.
When you’re young, there’s an enchantment to Snowdays that is undeniable. They represent a prefect union, kindred to such classics as s’mores and chocolate chip pancakes.
There are many things I have done in the past that I regret. Some weren’t necessarily bad things…they were just things that I would’ve redone so that I could have change in my life. The past is a beautiful thing. It holds memories and things in your past life that you can look back at and laugh, like when I was little I would get in trouble and it would be bad at the moment but in the future everything gets better. Live in the future and dream in the past.
The past is full of life. I think of romantic words like nostalgia and melancholy when I recall the “past.” I think of the boy with emerald green eyes and crooked smiles. I think of of playing hopscotch and singing tunes on the way home from a long day at school. I think of being happily barefooted and eagerly jumping into a pool of water in the summertime. I think about how it got me here, to this very moment. How profound moments are, how they weave together…how everything just seemed so much more alive when reminisced.
As hard as I run into the future the past is close behind; as close as an eyelash, a touch, a breath.
i do concede my past is ahead of me
can i be so bold?
may i contort these figures in the dead of night?
the one who stood beside me then
figured out my quartered songs;
the ones i sang to keep my lovers
close by me.
In the past, things cannot be changed. The past is full of different things for everyone. The past can be fun or horrible. Hopefully past is a good thing. But there is nothing like the present.
The past is no longer a journey, so why bother treading down it? I do not care to venture into those woods again–how boring! I already know what happens! I would like to go on a new adventure. I would like to see new skies.
We’ll put the past behind us because there’s nothing more we can do about it. The only thing left for us is to live in the moment and hope for a better future. And by better, I mean