REMEMBER WHEN WE WERE THE PEOPLE RUNNING ABOUT THE BEACH AND THEN YOU FELL AND I WAS THERE TO CATCH YOU? Yeah. I’m not there anymore. I loved you. You don’t love me anymore and I can see that now. Three years later and I feel it. My heart is broken. But I know where the super glue is. I just need someone to hold my heart While I super glue it.
i remember that first day I saw you and lights just sparked up all around us. You may not have been the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen but you lit up the place just by smiling. I already loved you.
God, so much that’s fallen through the cracks. I don’t want to remember. Too much lost. It hurts. Remembering hurts. But, without memory–where would I be? I love my life, but it’s killing me, too. My memories are what make me, but also, what tear me apart.
Remember back to when we used to swing together at sunset? Nothing but just you and me and the sunset. My barefeet in the grass and your arms around me, whispering that you loved me. Where are those days now? I can’t even look at the ocean without thinking about that day. Where are you? Why did you leave me alone.
Remember when we first met? I was trying to flirt with your best friend. And you were in the way. Funny, you look nothing alike. I drew a smile on your knee cap, your ugly little knee cap. Funny, it was just a joke. I didn’t know where a few short strokes of a pen could lead to…
remember when we were little kids and you use to like to play with the cars. we would wreck them in to each other and then when you got tired you would just fall asleep on the floor. sadly someone gave those cars away. now you barely come home to sleep at all. remember when we were little kids and best friends. i miss those days. i miss you.
I remember the way you held me that night. Not really there. But still here. Here in my heart. Gripping my soul. You, you’re never really here. You’re far. But close. Close to my emotions. And now I wait, for another night like that. Nights are rare. But I remember every one of them.
I couldn’t remember. It just wasn’t there. I wanted to remember that face so badly. But it flitted by in mere pieces. Skin, eyes, nose, mouth, ears, all separate from one another all unattached. It could have been anyone, but it wasn’t her. It wasn’t her. She was gone.
Remember me when you are gone. Remember the good times and the bad. Remember the laughter and the tears. Remember the heartache and the struggles. Remember the love that made it worth while. Remember me when you are gone.
Try to remember everything you once knew, give it ago, no really try, for failure is a learning experience. Though once you think of all you’ve forgotten, the sorrow will likely lead to a desire to forget the lesson.
She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so…empty. He had been a whirlwind, or a broken ice cream machine, doling out the sweetness good and fast some days, while on others, shut up tight and stiff, silent and gleaming, an ice sculpture.
the fifth of december, it’s a song, remember love, love, love, don’t remember it never, just live it in april, june, november, every day, dont remember.
I remember those days you used to kiss me in the rain, and I’d squirm away because that was how much of a prude I was. I’ve changed now, like the trees do against the pounding of the wind.
Do you know how it hurt, Jason?
And so I remember. But you probably don’t; people like you always think it’s better to forget.
Remember the days we spent together. Remember when i wept in your arms and you cradled my head as if i were the most precious thing known to humanity. Remember how we loved as if there were no tomorrow. How we kissed as if there were only the two of us left in the whole world, desperation for one another fuelling us on. Finally remember how we held hands so we could never be broken, never be parted, eternally one.
i’ve only a minute. i didn’t prepare myself for this.
i’ve too much to write–
nothing, though, to remember;
i’ve no pool from which to draw;
i cap my pen.
everything that has ever happened that meant something, that made you cry, laugh, smile, FEEL, remember the moments with your family, your friends, boys, children, all of it. remember the things that are close and dear to your heart remember the moment your in as your in so it will be a moment you never forget. take life in so you will always rmemeber what has happened and all the joys that life brings. friends family, pets, the first kiss and the last kiss the first i love you and all the ones in between the stomach butterflies that occure and the way it feels. remember how it feels to be with someone and the feeling it feels to wake up with thta one person
Gotta remember, gotta remember. I’ve just got to remember it all, Jensen mumbled as he lay there with his eyes closed. Then he stopped. Sensing that it was too warm and he was too comfortable for being in a phone booth, he opened his eyes cautiously to a warm glow and the sounds of a crackling fire. What the hell?!
i ned to remember life because it goes by so fast that i need to remember i want to be able to say oh, what happened october 23, 2008 oh yes, i wore a blue shirt and went to the movies with my friend hanna and learned about stream ecology in school
remember me the way that i was. and the way that i am. i will remember the days we spent under the summer sun, walking, talking, fighting, laughing. remember when you and i were friends? remember when things were carefree, wonderful, happy, uncomplicated?
remember the bang. the screams. the sharp tangy smell filling the air. a child’s tale, passed down through the years. remember remember the fifth of november.
As if I could forget? Our one sweet summer. Such heat. Late night swims and early morning confessions. Your mother’s iced tea on the back porch. Cat naps in the hammock and climbing every tree. It’s gone now, but every memory is golden.
To remember is to recall a memory. Some people believe remembering is a gift, some believe it is a burden. Remembering, to me, is what you make it. If you want to really make a good memory, do something worth remembering. If you don’t want to remember it, simply don’t do it!
remember remember when we would kiss on the bus?
way wayyy in the back where we though no one could see us
nose to nose, slippery like an oil slick
lips a millimeters breath away
jerked forward by time and gravity
i would float away down the aisle
I remember back when I didn’t care about anything. When the sky was always blue in the summer time, and they grass was green and inviting. Back before i knew the truth about my dad. Maybe things were off but who cared. I was free.
Remember everything you told me? Because I do. And all of that shit is hard to forget. Remembering everything makes it so I can;t move past you. I can’t be happy anymore. All of those memories mean nothing to you.
i remember the first day i met him and the first kiss.
i remember my birthday party of when i turned 14.
i wish i could remember how it was like when i was 2 years old or so.
i don’t remember everything, but i wish i would.
i remember the trip to paris.
Remember? Remember what? It is tough to remember things sometimes especially depending on your current state of mind. Drugs and alcohol are notorious for leaving the user unable to remember much. Another thing that can affect memory which wasn’t spoken about much until now are head injuries, which can really stunt a persons ability to remember long term as well as short term.
Remember that I always love you. Nobody can take that away. That was from a huge book I remember reading called Delirium by Lauren Oliver. It’s about a society that believes love is a disease. A girl named Lena lives with her aunt because her mother supposedly committed suicide because she couldn’t love her dad. Anyway, the books starts out with her going to her Evaluation Day, to give a test. A test determines what kind of husband she gets. She’s distracted and answers one of the evaluators question wrong. She tries to back herself up, when all of a sudden, mad cows race though her evaluation room. Lena’s upset and happy at the same time. She is given a second chance again.
I remember all the good things about being a kid…sno cones, summer days, the smell of the chlorine in the pool and the sky with contrails from the planes. I remember Christmases with my family…the long car rides to Indiana to see my grandparents and the snowy landscapes we passed by.
I can’t remember why my Dad left. I can remember him leaving but sometimes the memories are too much, and I wish to forget. It will never happen, and I’m scared that my children are destined for the same fate. I remember him being around, but I don’t remember us being happy together. Any of us.
Fondness springing sometimes from valid truthful memories and sometimes from those damned rose-tinted liars. The power to do this is often revered, but can be the bane of one’s existence.
me and you together on the beach kissing and hugging, making children, having a good life. remember me, and not them. remember us. live with me. love me.
REMEMBER WHEN WE WERE THE PEOPLE RUNNING ABOUT THE BEACH AND THEN YOU FELL AND I WAS THERE TO CATCH YOU? Yeah. I’m not there anymore. I loved you. You don’t love me anymore and I can see that now. Three years later and I feel it. My heart is broken. But I know where the super glue is. I just need someone to hold my heart While I super glue it.
i remember that first day I saw you and lights just sparked up all around us. You may not have been the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen but you lit up the place just by smiling. I already loved you.
God, so much that’s fallen through the cracks. I don’t want to remember. Too much lost. It hurts. Remembering hurts. But, without memory–where would I be? I love my life, but it’s killing me, too. My memories are what make me, but also, what tear me apart.
Remember back to when we used to swing together at sunset? Nothing but just you and me and the sunset. My barefeet in the grass and your arms around me, whispering that you loved me. Where are those days now? I can’t even look at the ocean without thinking about that day. Where are you? Why did you leave me alone.
i don’t want to
Remember when we first met? I was trying to flirt with your best friend. And you were in the way. Funny, you look nothing alike. I drew a smile on your knee cap, your ugly little knee cap. Funny, it was just a joke. I didn’t know where a few short strokes of a pen could lead to…
Do you remember time…MJ.. My short-term memory sucks… Wish I could forget many other things… Fragrances… Gorgeous faces… A beautiful voice…
remember when we were little kids and you use to like to play with the cars. we would wreck them in to each other and then when you got tired you would just fall asleep on the floor. sadly someone gave those cars away. now you barely come home to sleep at all. remember when we were little kids and best friends. i miss those days. i miss you.
I remember the way you held me that night. Not really there. But still here. Here in my heart. Gripping my soul. You, you’re never really here. You’re far. But close. Close to my emotions. And now I wait, for another night like that. Nights are rare. But I remember every one of them.
I couldn’t remember. It just wasn’t there. I wanted to remember that face so badly. But it flitted by in mere pieces. Skin, eyes, nose, mouth, ears, all separate from one another all unattached. It could have been anyone, but it wasn’t her. It wasn’t her. She was gone.
Remember me when you are gone. Remember the good times and the bad. Remember the laughter and the tears. Remember the heartache and the struggles. Remember the love that made it worth while. Remember me when you are gone.
Try to remember everything you once knew, give it ago, no really try, for failure is a learning experience. Though once you think of all you’ve forgotten, the sorrow will likely lead to a desire to forget the lesson.
She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so…empty. He had been a whirlwind, or a broken ice cream machine, doling out the sweetness good and fast some days, while on others, shut up tight and stiff, silent and gleaming, an ice sculpture.
the fifth of december, it’s a song, remember love, love, love, don’t remember it never, just live it in april, june, november, every day, dont remember.
I remember those days you used to kiss me in the rain, and I’d squirm away because that was how much of a prude I was. I’ve changed now, like the trees do against the pounding of the wind.
Do you know how it hurt, Jason?
And so I remember. But you probably don’t; people like you always think it’s better to forget.
Remember the days we spent together. Remember when i wept in your arms and you cradled my head as if i were the most precious thing known to humanity. Remember how we loved as if there were no tomorrow. How we kissed as if there were only the two of us left in the whole world, desperation for one another fuelling us on. Finally remember how we held hands so we could never be broken, never be parted, eternally one.
I remember lots of things, but I wish I remembered more. I try to learn from what I remember, but that’s hard sometimes. Maybe I should meditate…
Remember : All that we all in the end is our own memories.
i’ve only a minute. i didn’t prepare myself for this.
i’ve too much to write–
nothing, though, to remember;
i’ve no pool from which to draw;
i cap my pen.
everything that has ever happened that meant something, that made you cry, laugh, smile, FEEL, remember the moments with your family, your friends, boys, children, all of it. remember the things that are close and dear to your heart remember the moment your in as your in so it will be a moment you never forget. take life in so you will always rmemeber what has happened and all the joys that life brings. friends family, pets, the first kiss and the last kiss the first i love you and all the ones in between the stomach butterflies that occure and the way it feels. remember how it feels to be with someone and the feeling it feels to wake up with thta one person
Gotta remember, gotta remember. I’ve just got to remember it all, Jensen mumbled as he lay there with his eyes closed. Then he stopped. Sensing that it was too warm and he was too comfortable for being in a phone booth, he opened his eyes cautiously to a warm glow and the sounds of a crackling fire. What the hell?!
i ned to remember life because it goes by so fast that i need to remember i want to be able to say oh, what happened october 23, 2008 oh yes, i wore a blue shirt and went to the movies with my friend hanna and learned about stream ecology in school
remember me the way that i was. and the way that i am. i will remember the days we spent under the summer sun, walking, talking, fighting, laughing. remember when you and i were friends? remember when things were carefree, wonderful, happy, uncomplicated?
remember all those times we had? Yeah, I do too. Know what else I remember? When you took my heart and smashed it into the ground for my best friend!
remember the bang. the screams. the sharp tangy smell filling the air. a child’s tale, passed down through the years. remember remember the fifth of november.
As if I could forget? Our one sweet summer. Such heat. Late night swims and early morning confessions. Your mother’s iced tea on the back porch. Cat naps in the hammock and climbing every tree. It’s gone now, but every memory is golden.
Brian was tryin to forget what Brett said to remember.
“Learn the facts about Denver airport.”
Check it out…see what it’s about.
Love Brett
remember everything good you have done, and everything people have done good to you. Those things will last forever.
To remember is to recall a memory. Some people believe remembering is a gift, some believe it is a burden. Remembering, to me, is what you make it. If you want to really make a good memory, do something worth remembering. If you don’t want to remember it, simply don’t do it!
remember remember when we would kiss on the bus?
way wayyy in the back where we though no one could see us
nose to nose, slippery like an oil slick
lips a millimeters breath away
jerked forward by time and gravity
i would float away down the aisle
I remember back when I didn’t care about anything. When the sky was always blue in the summer time, and they grass was green and inviting. Back before i knew the truth about my dad. Maybe things were off but who cared. I was free.
Remember everything you told me? Because I do. And all of that shit is hard to forget. Remembering everything makes it so I can;t move past you. I can’t be happy anymore. All of those memories mean nothing to you.
i remember the first day i met him and the first kiss.
i remember my birthday party of when i turned 14.
i wish i could remember how it was like when i was 2 years old or so.
i don’t remember everything, but i wish i would.
i remember the trip to paris.
Remember? Remember what? It is tough to remember things sometimes especially depending on your current state of mind. Drugs and alcohol are notorious for leaving the user unable to remember much. Another thing that can affect memory which wasn’t spoken about much until now are head injuries, which can really stunt a persons ability to remember long term as well as short term.
Remember that I always love you. Nobody can take that away. That was from a huge book I remember reading called Delirium by Lauren Oliver. It’s about a society that believes love is a disease. A girl named Lena lives with her aunt because her mother supposedly committed suicide because she couldn’t love her dad. Anyway, the books starts out with her going to her Evaluation Day, to give a test. A test determines what kind of husband she gets. She’s distracted and answers one of the evaluators question wrong. She tries to back herself up, when all of a sudden, mad cows race though her evaluation room. Lena’s upset and happy at the same time. She is given a second chance again.
I remember all the good things about being a kid…sno cones, summer days, the smell of the chlorine in the pool and the sky with contrails from the planes. I remember Christmases with my family…the long car rides to Indiana to see my grandparents and the snowy landscapes we passed by.
I can’t remember why my Dad left. I can remember him leaving but sometimes the memories are too much, and I wish to forget. It will never happen, and I’m scared that my children are destined for the same fate. I remember him being around, but I don’t remember us being happy together. Any of us.
remember the good times is easy and fun
memories are made of the bad times too and to remember these may bring heartache and yet there may be a sense of closure at the same tome
remember what we can
Fondness springing sometimes from valid truthful memories and sometimes from those damned rose-tinted liars. The power to do this is often revered, but can be the bane of one’s existence.
me and you together on the beach kissing and hugging, making children, having a good life. remember me, and not them. remember us. live with me. love me.