The thing I don’t remember any more and I don’t want to remember.
nelle crandell
Lands. Times. Dinosaurs. Lots of them. The land before time.
Never forgotten. Dead. Soldiers.
I don’t want to ever forget anything. However, this is an inevitability.
Liz
I’ve forgotten that I already visited this awesome sight earlier today. Either way, amongst all of the other important things going on in my life that I’ve forgotten to take care of, at least I can come back here and vent…and read and learn.
T. Michael Smith
all seems forgotten all the kisses all the hugs all the words everything that we had seems forgotten but for me ALL is not forgotten.
kiki
Black webbing thickened around the artificial sewage pipe of your mind. Gone are the days of the geek friends, the clicks the tricks and the clowns…. Soon Thelonious Monk stepped into my mind and played his rhapsody of beat gone blues. Where. Whatsitsname. Why. When. Who. What. Educate means to draw out of the mind; we already know all for we are within and have in us traces of the mind of God.
joeyhelper
Esquecer, é normal. Na verdade, é bastante comum. Por vezes finjimo-nos esquecidos, mas nem sempre o somos. Muitas vezes, somos quando não queremos, mas quando queremos, não conseguimos ser.
CarolinJo
People try to stay relevant all the time because it isn’t a nice feeling to be forgotten, to keep drifting and not have that sense of belonging.
Forgotten by the world, forgotten by men, forgotten by friends, forgotten by family, forgotten by work, forgotten by church, but never forgotten by God.
Gabriella
Forgotten are the ideals set by our ancestors. All that is left is the hypocritic banter we get on a daily basis by the politicians. What has happened to the sense of responsibility, the sense of oneness of the society, the fact that our surroundings belong to us and its our responsibility to carve it, beautify it, frame it. This whole world is ours. We shouldn’t forget the ideology of global citizenship. Thats what is required for world peace today.
Ravi
i just want you to enter the section of my head reserved for forgotten things. those beautiful clothes i’ve thrown away over time, the primary school classmates, the pencils rolled under the bed. and then you. i would keep you safe there.
All is forgotten, all is forgotten. A generation of hard work and advancement have been completely erased. There is nothing left. There is nothing left, but everything.
All my dreams, that’s what’s forgotten. All the thoughts, processes, loves and lives, that end up under a torrent of overwhelming sea, flume and spume, choked until they no longer exist. And then it all sinks, right down to the base, the bed of the sea, where it lays forgotten in a menagerie..
I had forgotten everything about that night. Not a thing remained tucked in my memory. She was gone in time and I had nothing left for myself. Nothing left to think about or ponder. She was forgotten.
Brian
i don’t want to be forgotten. but at the same time i pray every night that you will one day be able to completely erase me from your memory.
forget that night i stayed with you and let you hold me until you fell asleep.
i know you still think about it. and at the time i knew its what you needed. it helped i could see. but now that its all over you wish i was still there. but i couldn’t stay. that was never an option in my mind. so when i left and knew you’d still be thinking of it all. and it probably hurts now more then it helps. will i ever be forgotten?
All was not forgotten, for there was much more that would take place in the future. Nothing is forgotten because there is usually nothing to look forward to.
JR
you are all important people to me and will never be forgotten. this goes out to my graduation class of 2011. I love them all so much. memories last a life time and will all be part of my life:)
danielle
It was a distant memory long forgotten, but the the smell from opening her wardrope brought it back. I was eight and brushing her long auburn hair and she was smiling at me like only a mother can, full of love and gentleness. I cling to too few memories of her.
People who leave their homes, people who care for others but do not receive anything in return. Those who have left to help others and are not seen again are never this! Things that slip the mind and only to be realized when it’s too late. Things that are irrelevant and not important to move on. Harsh words and hurt feelings.
Jenny
i have forgotten what it feels like to just be myself. i have forgotten maybe how to play tennis because i have not played in a weeeek!! umm and i have forgottten dj but not really.
Cristina
I had forgotten so many things and cannot believe what I was thinking about this a.m. My kindergarten teacher and the time she shook me when I was in line because I was talking. I never talked, I was too shy. Today, she would be arrested for child abuse.
It was a strange feeling, to realize she’d forgotten about the most important person in her life. The Covenant had taken up all of her time; and her heart. She run her fingers across the bulkhead wondering if she could really sell it off like some piece of junkyard scrap. It was her ship after all…her life.
I have forgotten so many things over my life. I have forgotten them so thoroughly that I can’t even recall if anyone is significant in my or anyone else life.
missy
I had forgotten what it was like to have the wind pushing against your face like a cat rubbing against your legs. The heart nearly pounding right out of my chest energized my in a different, yet strangely enlightening way. As my hands clutched the metal bar in front of me, after a decade of avoiding these sorts of past adventures, I smiled.
He sat at there, alone in the rain at 3:47 AM, waiting for the next bus to show up. Between Chuck’s death and the bus that was over twenty minutes late, he couldn’t help but feel abandoned, forgotten.
i have forgotten so many good things, but thank god i’ve forgottten so many painful things too. i miss the good things i have forgotten but time will show that i can also remember things that i have forgotten when i sometimes smell a perfume a food or a flower. the memories then come back.
marita
Forgotten to think and to live. I was forgotten, but yet remembered when gone. How I wish I hadn’t forgotten that word I was searchihng for.
Janice
forgotten
and lost and lonely
out in the cold
is how i feel when i am down
down and turning spiraling towards the
hard
cold
desperate ground
i cling to hopes and dreams that dont always come true
like the time i spent with you
can i forget it?
no
it is of too much value
wasted value and prices misjudgement
that you skewed
messed up
ruined
goodbye, mary michael
this is the last.
I’ve forgotten myself sometimes Ive forgotten what it was like with you. The feeling of you holding me, sleeping. The look on your face when you’re sincere. I’ve forgotten you. But I’d like to remember. Have you forgotten me? My intense shaking when im near you, the e touch of my hand on your face.
caroline
They were a small people, not noticed even when they lived. Small. Quiet. No one ever took a double glance. But together they stand, forgotten, in the midst of the world. Strong, Like ghosts of giants.
lost but never forgotten. those little things that escape us over the years, are now stored safely away in our memories, closer to us than they ever were in life. lost but never forgotten.
Hannah Scott
Being forgotten is a feeling one do not want to entertain. You feel like no one cares about you in this world, neither your family or friends. I wonder do people do this purposely or not? Someone is out wanting to be loved and cared for. However, takes only a second to realize how self-fish human kind has become. People only cares for those that will some how benefit them. If your a daughter they want dowry from when you get married, if your a son they want you to carry on the family name and make a career out of your life. The truth of the matter is everyone of us have had experience of being forgotten. I wish we would live in a world where we value individual. We only value those who are successful and forgot those who are stuggling.
Nyaitan
They were all crammed into one room. Were the children forgotten by what, by whom? No one came into that room, of course. There were very strict rules against it. No one could go in unless they wanted a death wish. The teachers would kill them, no mercy.
Isis
Being forgotten is the most painful thing that can ever happen to a girl’s life. It’s next to being replaced. From experience, meaning nothing to the person that means everything to you feels like being in hell.
Jackie
when we forgot about something it is very difficult to overcome the situation about this problem.there is a need to modify our thinking power because this lead us to
Ammar Aziz
I forgotten to wash my boxers ……………………….and along with my bed sheets it felt like I have a water bed ooooops!!!!!!
The thing I don’t remember any more and I don’t want to remember.
Lands. Times. Dinosaurs. Lots of them. The land before time.
Never forgotten. Dead. Soldiers.
I don’t want to ever forget anything. However, this is an inevitability.
I’ve forgotten that I already visited this awesome sight earlier today. Either way, amongst all of the other important things going on in my life that I’ve forgotten to take care of, at least I can come back here and vent…and read and learn.
all seems forgotten all the kisses all the hugs all the words everything that we had seems forgotten but for me ALL is not forgotten.
Black webbing thickened around the artificial sewage pipe of your mind. Gone are the days of the geek friends, the clicks the tricks and the clowns…. Soon Thelonious Monk stepped into my mind and played his rhapsody of beat gone blues. Where. Whatsitsname. Why. When. Who. What. Educate means to draw out of the mind; we already know all for we are within and have in us traces of the mind of God.
Esquecer, é normal. Na verdade, é bastante comum. Por vezes finjimo-nos esquecidos, mas nem sempre o somos. Muitas vezes, somos quando não queremos, mas quando queremos, não conseguimos ser.
People try to stay relevant all the time because it isn’t a nice feeling to be forgotten, to keep drifting and not have that sense of belonging.
Forgotten by the world, forgotten by men, forgotten by friends, forgotten by family, forgotten by work, forgotten by church, but never forgotten by God.
Forgotten are the ideals set by our ancestors. All that is left is the hypocritic banter we get on a daily basis by the politicians. What has happened to the sense of responsibility, the sense of oneness of the society, the fact that our surroundings belong to us and its our responsibility to carve it, beautify it, frame it. This whole world is ours. We shouldn’t forget the ideology of global citizenship. Thats what is required for world peace today.
i just want you to enter the section of my head reserved for forgotten things. those beautiful clothes i’ve thrown away over time, the primary school classmates, the pencils rolled under the bed. and then you. i would keep you safe there.
All is forgotten, all is forgotten. A generation of hard work and advancement have been completely erased. There is nothing left. There is nothing left, but everything.
All my dreams, that’s what’s forgotten. All the thoughts, processes, loves and lives, that end up under a torrent of overwhelming sea, flume and spume, choked until they no longer exist. And then it all sinks, right down to the base, the bed of the sea, where it lays forgotten in a menagerie..
I had forgotten everything about that night. Not a thing remained tucked in my memory. She was gone in time and I had nothing left for myself. Nothing left to think about or ponder. She was forgotten.
i don’t want to be forgotten. but at the same time i pray every night that you will one day be able to completely erase me from your memory.
forget that night i stayed with you and let you hold me until you fell asleep.
i know you still think about it. and at the time i knew its what you needed. it helped i could see. but now that its all over you wish i was still there. but i couldn’t stay. that was never an option in my mind. so when i left and knew you’d still be thinking of it all. and it probably hurts now more then it helps. will i ever be forgotten?
All was not forgotten, for there was much more that would take place in the future. Nothing is forgotten because there is usually nothing to look forward to.
you are all important people to me and will never be forgotten. this goes out to my graduation class of 2011. I love them all so much. memories last a life time and will all be part of my life:)
It was a distant memory long forgotten, but the the smell from opening her wardrope brought it back. I was eight and brushing her long auburn hair and she was smiling at me like only a mother can, full of love and gentleness. I cling to too few memories of her.
People who leave their homes, people who care for others but do not receive anything in return. Those who have left to help others and are not seen again are never this! Things that slip the mind and only to be realized when it’s too late. Things that are irrelevant and not important to move on. Harsh words and hurt feelings.
i have forgotten what it feels like to just be myself. i have forgotten maybe how to play tennis because i have not played in a weeeek!! umm and i have forgottten dj but not really.
I had forgotten so many things and cannot believe what I was thinking about this a.m. My kindergarten teacher and the time she shook me when I was in line because I was talking. I never talked, I was too shy. Today, she would be arrested for child abuse.
You
It was a strange feeling, to realize she’d forgotten about the most important person in her life. The Covenant had taken up all of her time; and her heart. She run her fingers across the bulkhead wondering if she could really sell it off like some piece of junkyard scrap. It was her ship after all…her life.
I have forgotten so many things over my life. I have forgotten them so thoroughly that I can’t even recall if anyone is significant in my or anyone else life.
I had forgotten what it was like to have the wind pushing against your face like a cat rubbing against your legs. The heart nearly pounding right out of my chest energized my in a different, yet strangely enlightening way. As my hands clutched the metal bar in front of me, after a decade of avoiding these sorts of past adventures, I smiled.
have you forgotten? (: No i haven’t forgotten. What you have done. Forgotten what we need.
forgotton is something like were some one tells you a invitation and you forgot to go to it
he was forgotten. the book was forgotten. The book was named Forgotten Arrows.
He sat at there, alone in the rain at 3:47 AM, waiting for the next bus to show up. Between Chuck’s death and the bus that was over twenty minutes late, he couldn’t help but feel abandoned, forgotten.
i have forgotten so many good things, but thank god i’ve forgottten so many painful things too. i miss the good things i have forgotten but time will show that i can also remember things that i have forgotten when i sometimes smell a perfume a food or a flower. the memories then come back.
Forgotten to think and to live. I was forgotten, but yet remembered when gone. How I wish I hadn’t forgotten that word I was searchihng for.
forgotten
and lost and lonely
out in the cold
is how i feel when i am down
down and turning spiraling towards the
hard
cold
desperate ground
i cling to hopes and dreams that dont always come true
like the time i spent with you
can i forget it?
no
it is of too much value
wasted value and prices misjudgement
that you skewed
messed up
ruined
goodbye, mary michael
this is the last.
I’ve forgotten myself sometimes Ive forgotten what it was like with you. The feeling of you holding me, sleeping. The look on your face when you’re sincere. I’ve forgotten you. But I’d like to remember. Have you forgotten me? My intense shaking when im near you, the e touch of my hand on your face.
They were a small people, not noticed even when they lived. Small. Quiet. No one ever took a double glance. But together they stand, forgotten, in the midst of the world. Strong, Like ghosts of giants.
lost but never forgotten. those little things that escape us over the years, are now stored safely away in our memories, closer to us than they ever were in life. lost but never forgotten.
Being forgotten is a feeling one do not want to entertain. You feel like no one cares about you in this world, neither your family or friends. I wonder do people do this purposely or not? Someone is out wanting to be loved and cared for. However, takes only a second to realize how self-fish human kind has become. People only cares for those that will some how benefit them. If your a daughter they want dowry from when you get married, if your a son they want you to carry on the family name and make a career out of your life. The truth of the matter is everyone of us have had experience of being forgotten. I wish we would live in a world where we value individual. We only value those who are successful and forgot those who are stuggling.
They were all crammed into one room. Were the children forgotten by what, by whom? No one came into that room, of course. There were very strict rules against it. No one could go in unless they wanted a death wish. The teachers would kill them, no mercy.
Being forgotten is the most painful thing that can ever happen to a girl’s life. It’s next to being replaced. From experience, meaning nothing to the person that means everything to you feels like being in hell.
when we forgot about something it is very difficult to overcome the situation about this problem.there is a need to modify our thinking power because this lead us to
I forgotten to wash my boxers ……………………….and along with my bed sheets it felt like I have a water bed ooooops!!!!!!
There is a movie called the forgotten.