That you always get a second chance. That you need bread when you go into target and forget. That goggles keep chlorine out of yoyrveyes and God is King
I remember last summer when I was at the beach with my friends and we just had a great time I love the sun, the sea, the summer, just so happy to know that everything is just great, gos loves us
I can’t remember your face. It’s the thing that hurts the most about losing you. That it doesn’t happen all at once, but that it keeps happening over the years. I forget every wrinkle, freckle and hair. I forget you piece by piece.
I remember when I was a kid, I used to climb the Mango tree beside our house. Last week, I wanted to try climbing it again but realized it had already grown too tall. And, I’m not as resilient as I used to be.
Remember when We could laugh and sing with no pressure and then everything changed. Your pants came down and my underwear off and everything was different. How can we go back to the days where we would laugh and sing, I want you but do you want me
remember the time when we went to the beach? the time we first held hands? do you remember the first time we kissed? you may not remember, but I do, and that’s all that matters.
Ironically, I do remember the 5th of november, not for fireworks though, as this is the date I passed my driving test :) Happy days!
The word does indeed make me think back further than two years ago. I immediately thought of primary school where we sang “Remember, all that jesus did for us… we remember that our hearts are filled with love” What an amazing lyric to help brainwash young naive Catholic children! I am a believer, so haters keep hating!
i remember when things were good. when it was you and me just best friends. nothing more but nothing less. i want more, but being just friends is better than the nothing we have become. i hate that. because i love you
I remember when I was young and grandma was a bird in a box and a bird on a wire and a bird on the grasses and I was laying among them and thinking about her velvet red bathroom with the red soaps that were clear, clear as rose colored glasses and she was soft and warm and so was the day. I remember the sky so blue and the grass so soft and the wind on my skin like a hand.
I remember this one day when I went to go to the gas station. It was a beautiful blue day. I remember it was Saturday and it was about 2 or so. I went into the gas station and I remember walking cheerfully into the back to grab a blue Powerade Zero from the cooler, it was delicious.
I don’t remember what I’m supposed to be doing. Writing about some word I think, right? I really can’t remember. Memory is a funny thing. I CAN remember all of the lyrics to some bad 80’s songs, but not what I read 10 seconds ago…
good times.
good people.
what your here for.
who really matters and who doesn’t.
the past but
things come and go.
you can do anything you set your mind to
remember those times, when we where children, when everything we believed was true. When we could run free, we could think and create anything we wanted. Those times when our imagination was everything.
Thoughts and memories, sometimes good and sometimes bad. This shapes a person to be who they are. The best people can only remember things that are positive, although most of us just focus on the bad. It is important to never look back and only focus on your future ahead of you. Regret nothing because those moment have made you.
I remember the time I went to England. It was a wonderful time. I never knew how beautiful a place could be, but this place- one you would never forget. The landscape, the architecture and the people; all incredible. The people treated you like you were one of their own.
I look back on the life we shared, before it was all shattered, torn. Was it a happy life? Was it? Or did I only think it was, caught up in all my self-delusion? I remember the laughter, the crying, though it all seems hallow now, as if all the sanctity of those moments was sucked away to never be retrieved again.
remember when we all swore to each other that we would not lose contacts and be friends forever but that didn’t last when i tried calling and keeping in touch no one met me half way simply because they didn’t have time but we simply just drifted
Remember that day you brought me to the park? I’d run after the ice cream machine, panting my madness for a snow cone. A snow cone. Nothing but chunks of ice tie dyed in blues, greens, yellows, and reds. Probably some artificial shit but I ate it anyways. Never finished it. But always ran after it.
Remember the time Dad stepped on the taco sauce packets and splattered all over the walls? That was a fun one! He offered to paint the walls and everything. Mom could have killed him. Ha ha. Yeah that was a good memory of Dad for sure. He was such a fun guy and I wish he was here with Sarah today. She would have loved him.
the memories are crusted over like diseased eyes sealed shut; if i try to remember, to dig through the hard dirt – no good for planting, no nourishment – of my mind there is nothing but dust.
Think. Think. Think. What is it? You know the answer Rory. I know you do. She said it! That day in class. You were looking at Kyle the TA. Wow he is hot. No! Think! You have to remember! 5 points, 5 points, 5 points……..
I tend to forget my dreams almost every night. For whatever reason, I just can’t remember. Once, I saw my boyfriend’s roommate’s “dream journal” where he records his dreams as soon as he wakes up. I decided I would make my own dream journal, but i couldn’t remember to write down my dreams.
remember the time in the 5th grade where i killed the squirrel and brought it to class for show and tell? then my teacher sent me to the psych ward. it was a blast. i still have the straight jacket and i got it autographed by lady gaga at her concert this past march. i truly am a little monster. sometimes i dress up like her and sleep in her leotard. my imagination had let loose a little bit.
when we were little and we used to go outside to play early in the morning? Those were great times. The birds would be singing and other than that, it was so quite – you had to whisper.
I remember when I kissed a girl in New York City. It’s one of the most vivid memories of my life. I was 15, she was 14. Blonde, beautiful, and she was looking right at me. Me? Yeah, me. When I touched her, I shivered in excitement.
Remember….to remember the moments that made me laugh, cry, snort, smile. To rememeber the moments the moments that amde me angry, dissapointed. To remember the moments with my friends, and family. The moments that will never leave me. The moments that have affected me.
I remember being little and in Elementary school. Everyone got along. We were all friends, and we all shared. Middle school came and everyone began hating each other. Petty things got in the way of friendships. What you wore mattered. Fifth grade I wore gym shorts, t-shirts, and crocs. No one gave a shit. Now thats the most important thing.
Hey you? Yes you. Remember me? That night we met. You said I was pretty. Yeah I was pretty. Pretty vulnerable. You gave me a drink. Remember? I was tired after that. Very tired. You took my hand. Remember? You smiled and I stumbled behind you. You layed me down on the bench in the back? Remember? Remember how no one was around? Remember how I said no? I remember. I think you do to….
Remember the time that you made promises to me? You lied. You bold faced lied. Remember when you said it would be different? It’s not. Remember when you said sorry. You’re not. Remember when I was happy? I barely can.
the memories come so quickly, yet some I choose to leave out. I remember his lips, his skin, how he said we fit together like puzzle pieces, but I choose not to remember his distance, his polarity, and how he abandoned me when she came back. Now, they’re happily together, and he doesn’t remember how he left me, broken, and never looked back.
Look back to when you were a kid. Disneyland was an endless environment of new adventures. A cardboard box was ample shelter. I miss the days where getting lost in endless amusement was so easy and readily available.
I remember it well… memory, is not always a blessing. Some days we wish for the best memory in the world, and others, it would be much better to sink into oblivion.
remember when we went to the new york state fair together? it was your birthday and we went on all the rides five times a piece. i never loved anyone the way i loved you that day. i just wanted to run through the crowds of people and carnival rides holding your hand like that forever. i still do sometimes. only sometimes though. and then i fell asleep on your lap on the car ride home and i could feel your slow breathing as you stroked my hair. it’s hard to imagine that we’ll never get that feeling back. but it’s gone as sure as i breathe.
Do you remember the sweet dew that glistened over the lilacs in the midnight sky; the cool ivy that strung loosely around the flowers that hung on your window sill? And what about the taste of those fresh warm creme puffs baking in the sun?
remember when we went to the movies and those little girls were telling us about the movie underdog how it was so lame and we were sneaking into movies and when we finally left we got kicked out
remember that you were the reason i have lived. you are the reason i hold my head high. i take things that might mean nothing, turn them into something. its strange that you won’t be here to remember what i remember, but i will always think of you. it isn’t easy just having to remember you, because i want to see and be with you. but memories are what i will hold dear to me, forever. i’ll remember that.
That you always get a second chance. That you need bread when you go into target and forget. That goggles keep chlorine out of yoyrveyes and God is King
I remember last summer when I was at the beach with my friends and we just had a great time I love the sun, the sea, the summer, just so happy to know that everything is just great, gos loves us
I can’t remember your face. It’s the thing that hurts the most about losing you. That it doesn’t happen all at once, but that it keeps happening over the years. I forget every wrinkle, freckle and hair. I forget you piece by piece.
remember when …? Remember that time? Remember! remember. Remember? Memories don’t run as deep as you think.
I remember when I was a kid, I used to climb the Mango tree beside our house. Last week, I wanted to try climbing it again but realized it had already grown too tall. And, I’m not as resilient as I used to be.
Remember when We could laugh and sing with no pressure and then everything changed. Your pants came down and my underwear off and everything was different. How can we go back to the days where we would laugh and sing, I want you but do you want me
remember the time when we went to the beach? the time we first held hands? do you remember the first time we kissed? you may not remember, but I do, and that’s all that matters.
Remember, Remember, the fifth of november.
Ironically, I do remember the 5th of november, not for fireworks though, as this is the date I passed my driving test :) Happy days!
The word does indeed make me think back further than two years ago. I immediately thought of primary school where we sang “Remember, all that jesus did for us… we remember that our hearts are filled with love” What an amazing lyric to help brainwash young naive Catholic children! I am a believer, so haters keep hating!
i remember when things were good. when it was you and me just best friends. nothing more but nothing less. i want more, but being just friends is better than the nothing we have become. i hate that. because i love you
I remember when I was young and grandma was a bird in a box and a bird on a wire and a bird on the grasses and I was laying among them and thinking about her velvet red bathroom with the red soaps that were clear, clear as rose colored glasses and she was soft and warm and so was the day. I remember the sky so blue and the grass so soft and the wind on my skin like a hand.
I remember this one day when I went to go to the gas station. It was a beautiful blue day. I remember it was Saturday and it was about 2 or so. I went into the gas station and I remember walking cheerfully into the back to grab a blue Powerade Zero from the cooler, it was delicious.
I don’t remember what I’m supposed to be doing. Writing about some word I think, right? I really can’t remember. Memory is a funny thing. I CAN remember all of the lyrics to some bad 80’s songs, but not what I read 10 seconds ago…
good times.
good people.
what your here for.
who really matters and who doesn’t.
the past but
things come and go.
you can do anything you set your mind to
remember those times, when we where children, when everything we believed was true. When we could run free, we could think and create anything we wanted. Those times when our imagination was everything.
Thoughts and memories, sometimes good and sometimes bad. This shapes a person to be who they are. The best people can only remember things that are positive, although most of us just focus on the bad. It is important to never look back and only focus on your future ahead of you. Regret nothing because those moment have made you.
I remember the time I went to England. It was a wonderful time. I never knew how beautiful a place could be, but this place- one you would never forget. The landscape, the architecture and the people; all incredible. The people treated you like you were one of their own.
I look back on the life we shared, before it was all shattered, torn. Was it a happy life? Was it? Or did I only think it was, caught up in all my self-delusion? I remember the laughter, the crying, though it all seems hallow now, as if all the sanctity of those moments was sucked away to never be retrieved again.
remember when we all swore to each other that we would not lose contacts and be friends forever but that didn’t last when i tried calling and keeping in touch no one met me half way simply because they didn’t have time but we simply just drifted
Remember that day you brought me to the park? I’d run after the ice cream machine, panting my madness for a snow cone. A snow cone. Nothing but chunks of ice tie dyed in blues, greens, yellows, and reds. Probably some artificial shit but I ate it anyways. Never finished it. But always ran after it.
Remember the time Dad stepped on the taco sauce packets and splattered all over the walls? That was a fun one! He offered to paint the walls and everything. Mom could have killed him. Ha ha. Yeah that was a good memory of Dad for sure. He was such a fun guy and I wish he was here with Sarah today. She would have loved him.
the memories are crusted over like diseased eyes sealed shut; if i try to remember, to dig through the hard dirt – no good for planting, no nourishment – of my mind there is nothing but dust.
Think. Think. Think. What is it? You know the answer Rory. I know you do. She said it! That day in class. You were looking at Kyle the TA. Wow he is hot. No! Think! You have to remember! 5 points, 5 points, 5 points……..
The time we first met, It was 5 years ago. Every day that goes by i regret the way things ended. I never stopped loving you.
i remember what you wore on the first day… je me souviens… love <3… living in the past… my life as it was and how it has changed.
I tend to forget my dreams almost every night. For whatever reason, I just can’t remember. Once, I saw my boyfriend’s roommate’s “dream journal” where he records his dreams as soon as he wakes up. I decided I would make my own dream journal, but i couldn’t remember to write down my dreams.
remember the time in the 5th grade where i killed the squirrel and brought it to class for show and tell? then my teacher sent me to the psych ward. it was a blast. i still have the straight jacket and i got it autographed by lady gaga at her concert this past march. i truly am a little monster. sometimes i dress up like her and sleep in her leotard. my imagination had let loose a little bit.
when we were little and we used to go outside to play early in the morning? Those were great times. The birds would be singing and other than that, it was so quite – you had to whisper.
I remember when I kissed a girl in New York City. It’s one of the most vivid memories of my life. I was 15, she was 14. Blonde, beautiful, and she was looking right at me. Me? Yeah, me. When I touched her, I shivered in excitement.
Remember….to remember the moments that made me laugh, cry, snort, smile. To rememeber the moments the moments that amde me angry, dissapointed. To remember the moments with my friends, and family. The moments that will never leave me. The moments that have affected me.
I remember being little and in Elementary school. Everyone got along. We were all friends, and we all shared. Middle school came and everyone began hating each other. Petty things got in the way of friendships. What you wore mattered. Fifth grade I wore gym shorts, t-shirts, and crocs. No one gave a shit. Now thats the most important thing.
Hey you? Yes you. Remember me? That night we met. You said I was pretty. Yeah I was pretty. Pretty vulnerable. You gave me a drink. Remember? I was tired after that. Very tired. You took my hand. Remember? You smiled and I stumbled behind you. You layed me down on the bench in the back? Remember? Remember how no one was around? Remember how I said no? I remember. I think you do to….
Remember the time that you made promises to me? You lied. You bold faced lied. Remember when you said it would be different? It’s not. Remember when you said sorry. You’re not. Remember when I was happy? I barely can.
the memories come so quickly, yet some I choose to leave out. I remember his lips, his skin, how he said we fit together like puzzle pieces, but I choose not to remember his distance, his polarity, and how he abandoned me when she came back. Now, they’re happily together, and he doesn’t remember how he left me, broken, and never looked back.
Look back to when you were a kid. Disneyland was an endless environment of new adventures. A cardboard box was ample shelter. I miss the days where getting lost in endless amusement was so easy and readily available.
i remember i was a child and everybody enjoy of my company and my really cute look and now i’m all forgotten, and almost all alone.
I remember it well… memory, is not always a blessing. Some days we wish for the best memory in the world, and others, it would be much better to sink into oblivion.
remember when we went to the new york state fair together? it was your birthday and we went on all the rides five times a piece. i never loved anyone the way i loved you that day. i just wanted to run through the crowds of people and carnival rides holding your hand like that forever. i still do sometimes. only sometimes though. and then i fell asleep on your lap on the car ride home and i could feel your slow breathing as you stroked my hair. it’s hard to imagine that we’ll never get that feeling back. but it’s gone as sure as i breathe.
Do you remember the sweet dew that glistened over the lilacs in the midnight sky; the cool ivy that strung loosely around the flowers that hung on your window sill? And what about the taste of those fresh warm creme puffs baking in the sun?
remember when we went to the movies and those little girls were telling us about the movie underdog how it was so lame and we were sneaking into movies and when we finally left we got kicked out
remember that you were the reason i have lived. you are the reason i hold my head high. i take things that might mean nothing, turn them into something. its strange that you won’t be here to remember what i remember, but i will always think of you. it isn’t easy just having to remember you, because i want to see and be with you. but memories are what i will hold dear to me, forever. i’ll remember that.