I have forgetten where I left my fucking keys again. I always seem to lose my keys when I need them the most. If I am just sitting around on the couch my keys will be sitting right in front of my face. But when I have five minutes to get to work, that is when I seem to have forgetten where my keys are.
Dave Weese
sometimes it feels like i have been forgotten. No longer with nature, friends, or family, i sit alone waiting to be remembered.
Vyn
everything i’ve ever wanted to remember about you. it was so beautiful, now it’s gone.
grace
What have you forgotten.? The meaning of the word? Possibly, forgotten defines all of us, we forget why we are here, why we love certain people. Why we use such a word to define that imense affect time has on us.
Noor
Forgotten like the good china. Never important, except for one or two anticipated days of the year – if at all. So much time and money spent on perfection in the beginning, but now the glitz and glamour have faded and dust collects along the lips of plates and in the valleys of glasses, goblets and bowls. Each piece exactly the same as they were in the beginning, but so incredibly different.
Devon Walker
i have forgotten my childhood memories, my smile, my eyes and myself. i see myself in pictures and feel that its just a cute baby. weirdly enough i don’t know me.
yashasvi vachhani
I can’t believe how many things I have forgotten in my life. I wish I could remember all of my own stories so I could write them down for my kids to laugh at. SO many good times are now lost in the folds of my brain. Too bad. So sad. Maybe someday I will remember them. Until then./..
Kevin Deisher
I feel forgotten sometimes, like the book of the shelf collecting dust, forgotten, its a shame that way because I could do so much more, if you just remembered. But now I am forgotten, like something old, even though I’m not…
I feel forgotten sometimes. Not in the way that I was once somewhere and I’m not there anymore but forgotten as in nonexistant. The person I was, the soul I used to be, doesn’t exist anymore. I’m somebody else today. Tomorrow will be just another change. Habitats, scenery, time all changes day to day. But I change with each chapter of my life and all for eternity.
Katerina
In the early days of our planet earth, an elegant creature swam in the primordial swamps, but left no fossil record. It’s existence, however, is not forgotten, for it left in the coolling zephrs a song so haunting, so elemental, that it has been sung by every singer since.
nothing
love
nevermind
i love you i forgive you
i kill you
i kill myself every morning
poor leeno
The book lay in the corner, dropped, not carefully laid. I picked it up and discovered that you were seeking the truth, long forgotten, about how the world was made and how much they loved each other.
Do we not remember
that our every action
affects the other?
Because I often find myself
wishing
that my sins were
written
on my hands
for the world to see
so that it can never forget
the wrongs we do
to each other
I’ve forgotten something. I dunno what else to write but anyway, I forgot what. Being forgoteen is horrible. One lives on in memories under one is forgotten.
s
homework
time
place
lost
Uc Berkeley
black people
name
number
classroom
Birthday
gift
i
lucy
I’ve forgotten most of what I learned due to my self imposed mind-boggling forgetfulness. There are too many things to remember.
T. Michael Smith
i have forgotten to do all of my work yet again. So now I’m stressed to the max! it’s always like this ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
Jenny Penaluna
forgotten are the things that have been sitting in your refrigerator for weeks but you don’t remember they are there.
Rachel
I didn’t think I’d be forgotten, at least not by you. We had our names carved in the oak by Lace river and I’d walk around in my leather boots, the ones my mom passed down. You liked the way they made my knees look knobby and I liked the way you stared. I can’t remember anything but you.
laura
Forgotten memories… Some we wish to relive, some we just wish to get rid of. A lot of things we may say is forgotten, when really it is lurking in the back of our minds. Sure, we want some of these things to become real again, but if we are trying to forget it, is it really worth remembering? I should know… It happends to me on a daily basis.
When he misplaced it, he had figured it lost. He moved on, reluctantly at first, but then as time wore on, he had forgotten even why there was an ounce of sentimentality attached to it. Only when he fished it out of an old box did the feelings begin to rush back to him, obvious as the sun and the accompanying earthly elements, wholly a part of who he was. He was ashamed that he had ever allowed it to leave him.
No I haven’t forgotten, not the red stair carpet and the chocolate buttons and your gentleman-of-reduced-circumstances clipped vowels- clipped to the quick: my family had no idea what I meant by ‘Teedy Beer’; a cravat in the afternoon, even if we do not contemplate even a stroll to the tobacconist, Bach on the radio and the sooty plane trees outside on a Streatham street, their seed balls dancing on a southern wind. Sarf London, mighty sarf London, you were seventy three, I was three- a sort of January- December thing, in October
geraldine
“Did you remember the antidote?” Paul asked.
“Oh, that’s what I had forgotten!” exclaimed Charles.
“Charlie!” they chorused in that lovingly annoyed way.
Like a leaf blowing in the wind, fluttering before your eyes and then gone with a wisp, that’s how he felt – forgotten. Before a new set of eyes he could twirl and dance his merry way until he finally decays, but he’ll always be forgotten. Alas, we’ll never know if he, too, forgets.
Like a leaf blowing in the wind, fluttering before your eyes and then gone with a wisp, that’s how he felt – forgotten. Before a new set of eyes he could twirl and dance his merry way until he finally decays, but he’ll always be forgotten.
Alexander H
well the other day i forgot the ability to tie my shoes. At first it was no big deal, I just shrugged it off and walked around with untied shoes. Then bigger actions were being forgotten like the ability to walk and talk, I mean how do you forget these type’s of things. I tried to get away from people so they wouldn’t see me in such a feeble state but how would i move, I couldn’t walk or I couldn’t call for help.
Aldrich
I’ve had many things in my life that I’ve had to give up but I have not forgotten them.
Mary Lou Wynegar
I can’t remember the last time I was called on in a class or formally addressed. I can’t even remember the last word spoken to me. I’ve been dumped and cast aside, left alone to rot in my own puddle of filfth. Have you forgotten about me? Do you remember anything about our time together? Do you wish that you did? Your words burn through me as you stumble for my name. Why can’t you remember? Why can’t any of you remember?
Käy
I have this deep feeling inside that I have been abandoned. All hope is gone between us.. I want to be with you, but you have forgotten me.
When a little girl is lying in the floor with no blanket, watching her other sisters as they slept peacefully in nice, warm beds with mountains of pillows and covers. How could her father forget to give her a warm bed too? Wasn’t she just as important as her other siblings? A single teardrop trickled down the side of her face to splatter on the rock hard floor.
my purse for the 5th time in one hour i need to regroup!
carolyn cameron
A curse. He started to become forgotten in my mind. A blessing. The terrible memories of the crash also began to dissapear. The old memories flit in and out, sometimes in thier true form, sometimes not. Living itself can be a blessing and a curse. You can’t choose one. It has to be both. As for this, I didn’t really have a choice.
Jo
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.
Ive forgotten how to listen to people.
My sisters had forgotten how to do multiplication problems and i had to help them.
I will not be forgotten. I hate the word forgotten because it is like being alone or no one knows you. I would hate to be forgotten.
i have forgotten that we are not suppost to type in one word today
I’ve forgotten what to write about?
I have forgetten where I left my fucking keys again. I always seem to lose my keys when I need them the most. If I am just sitting around on the couch my keys will be sitting right in front of my face. But when I have five minutes to get to work, that is when I seem to have forgetten where my keys are.
sometimes it feels like i have been forgotten. No longer with nature, friends, or family, i sit alone waiting to be remembered.
everything i’ve ever wanted to remember about you. it was so beautiful, now it’s gone.
What have you forgotten.? The meaning of the word? Possibly, forgotten defines all of us, we forget why we are here, why we love certain people. Why we use such a word to define that imense affect time has on us.
Forgotten like the good china. Never important, except for one or two anticipated days of the year – if at all. So much time and money spent on perfection in the beginning, but now the glitz and glamour have faded and dust collects along the lips of plates and in the valleys of glasses, goblets and bowls. Each piece exactly the same as they were in the beginning, but so incredibly different.
i have forgotten my childhood memories, my smile, my eyes and myself. i see myself in pictures and feel that its just a cute baby. weirdly enough i don’t know me.
I can’t believe how many things I have forgotten in my life. I wish I could remember all of my own stories so I could write them down for my kids to laugh at. SO many good times are now lost in the folds of my brain. Too bad. So sad. Maybe someday I will remember them. Until then./..
I feel forgotten sometimes, like the book of the shelf collecting dust, forgotten, its a shame that way because I could do so much more, if you just remembered. But now I am forgotten, like something old, even though I’m not…
I feel forgotten sometimes. Not in the way that I was once somewhere and I’m not there anymore but forgotten as in nonexistant. The person I was, the soul I used to be, doesn’t exist anymore. I’m somebody else today. Tomorrow will be just another change. Habitats, scenery, time all changes day to day. But I change with each chapter of my life and all for eternity.
In the early days of our planet earth, an elegant creature swam in the primordial swamps, but left no fossil record. It’s existence, however, is not forgotten, for it left in the coolling zephrs a song so haunting, so elemental, that it has been sung by every singer since.
nothing
love
nevermind
i love you i forgive you
i kill you
i kill myself every morning
The book lay in the corner, dropped, not carefully laid. I picked it up and discovered that you were seeking the truth, long forgotten, about how the world was made and how much they loved each other.
Do we not remember
that our every action
affects the other?
Because I often find myself
wishing
that my sins were
written
on my hands
for the world to see
so that it can never forget
the wrongs we do
to each other
I’ve forgotten something. I dunno what else to write but anyway, I forgot what. Being forgoteen is horrible. One lives on in memories under one is forgotten.
homework
time
place
lost
Uc Berkeley
black people
name
number
classroom
Birthday
gift
i
I’ve forgotten most of what I learned due to my self imposed mind-boggling forgetfulness. There are too many things to remember.
i have forgotten to do all of my work yet again. So now I’m stressed to the max! it’s always like this ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
forgotten are the things that have been sitting in your refrigerator for weeks but you don’t remember they are there.
I didn’t think I’d be forgotten, at least not by you. We had our names carved in the oak by Lace river and I’d walk around in my leather boots, the ones my mom passed down. You liked the way they made my knees look knobby and I liked the way you stared. I can’t remember anything but you.
Forgotten memories… Some we wish to relive, some we just wish to get rid of. A lot of things we may say is forgotten, when really it is lurking in the back of our minds. Sure, we want some of these things to become real again, but if we are trying to forget it, is it really worth remembering? I should know… It happends to me on a daily basis.
When he misplaced it, he had figured it lost. He moved on, reluctantly at first, but then as time wore on, he had forgotten even why there was an ounce of sentimentality attached to it. Only when he fished it out of an old box did the feelings begin to rush back to him, obvious as the sun and the accompanying earthly elements, wholly a part of who he was. He was ashamed that he had ever allowed it to leave him.
No I haven’t forgotten, not the red stair carpet and the chocolate buttons and your gentleman-of-reduced-circumstances clipped vowels- clipped to the quick: my family had no idea what I meant by ‘Teedy Beer’; a cravat in the afternoon, even if we do not contemplate even a stroll to the tobacconist, Bach on the radio and the sooty plane trees outside on a Streatham street, their seed balls dancing on a southern wind. Sarf London, mighty sarf London, you were seventy three, I was three- a sort of January- December thing, in October
“Did you remember the antidote?” Paul asked.
“Oh, that’s what I had forgotten!” exclaimed Charles.
“Charlie!” they chorused in that lovingly annoyed way.
Like a leaf blowing in the wind, fluttering before your eyes and then gone with a wisp, that’s how he felt – forgotten. Before a new set of eyes he could twirl and dance his merry way until he finally decays, but he’ll always be forgotten. Alas, we’ll never know if he, too, forgets.
Like a leaf blowing in the wind, fluttering before your eyes and then gone with a wisp, that’s how he felt – forgotten. Before a new set of eyes he could twirl and dance his merry way until he finally decays, but he’ll always be forgotten.
well the other day i forgot the ability to tie my shoes. At first it was no big deal, I just shrugged it off and walked around with untied shoes. Then bigger actions were being forgotten like the ability to walk and talk, I mean how do you forget these type’s of things. I tried to get away from people so they wouldn’t see me in such a feeble state but how would i move, I couldn’t walk or I couldn’t call for help.
I’ve had many things in my life that I’ve had to give up but I have not forgotten them.
I can’t remember the last time I was called on in a class or formally addressed. I can’t even remember the last word spoken to me. I’ve been dumped and cast aside, left alone to rot in my own puddle of filfth. Have you forgotten about me? Do you remember anything about our time together? Do you wish that you did? Your words burn through me as you stumble for my name. Why can’t you remember? Why can’t any of you remember?
I have this deep feeling inside that I have been abandoned. All hope is gone between us.. I want to be with you, but you have forgotten me.
When a little girl is lying in the floor with no blanket, watching her other sisters as they slept peacefully in nice, warm beds with mountains of pillows and covers. How could her father forget to give her a warm bed too? Wasn’t she just as important as her other siblings? A single teardrop trickled down the side of her face to splatter on the rock hard floor.
I have forgotten how it feels to truely be happy. Happy without fear, worry, fake, or disappointment.
my purse for the 5th time in one hour i need to regroup!
A curse. He started to become forgotten in my mind. A blessing. The terrible memories of the crash also began to dissapear. The old memories flit in and out, sometimes in thier true form, sometimes not. Living itself can be a blessing and a curse. You can’t choose one. It has to be both. As for this, I didn’t really have a choice.
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.
lonely.
alone.
unknown.
lost.