Forgotten. A rare word with me. Other than occasional absent mindedness (“I forgot to call so and so!” etc), I forget very little. Much as I try.
Somehow, trying to think of something more to write for this word makes me sad. I either think of “forgotten ones” (like forgotten people, or people left behind… abandoned…) or of things everyone else seems to have forgotten. But I have not. I don’t forget.
Noisy Quiet
what can be forgotten really, memory is in our blood bone and sinew. It walks with us weighing us down , lifting us up and it colors every sunset and filters every conversation.We are our memories. With out them we are shells , perceptive and seeking new memories without identity and meaning.
Susan
forgotten. i’m afraid that i’d be easily forgotten by others. i don’t know if i would really make a difference. i don’t want that to happen. but then again i question why it really matters because it won’t make a difference later on anyway..i won’t really know if i am forgotten or not, will i?
vedika
I always feel forgotten. Everyone always forgets about me. I don’t know what it is about me that makes me forgetful. I just want to find that one person who cares. That’s all I need. One person, preferably male, but it doesn’t matter. I just need someone there for me.
Erica
people who have gone, places we used to go, photographs help us to remember. feelings we haven’t felt in a long time, things we used to love, people we used to love. Loss. Missing people and things. Moving on. Growing up. Becoming who you are and forgetting who you were.
LittleGirl
i have forgotten so much in my life that i really want to bring back . so many memories . that are bith good bad and ugly !
lol oh man that reminds me of that movie. does that imply i am not that forgetfyl? :D
aweomsez.
harshini
sao mais armas para o mundo, sao mais crimes violentos, sao criancas aprendendo matar ou morrer
All the dreams I’ve had. So many places and people. Emotions. Pain. I’d gladly take the bad with the good to have it all back.
Ray
I’m beginning to forget that night, the night we fell in love. When that night ended, I wanted the next night to be just like it. I wanted every night to be like the first, until that first night was so far behind I’ve forgotten what it was with you I fell in love with in the first place. I don’t want to forget. I don’t want to forget you.
Sabrina
i left a book in the green room of a comedy bar last week. to nobody’s surprise, there was a drawing of a penis in it when i returned to pick it back up.
I often feel as though the forgotten ones still surround me. I can’t free myself from the memory. I must get away.
Malika
We are the lost and the forsaken. The people who hide in the shadows, the ones who lurk on the edges of society where no one dares to look. We are the ones who hide away from the light of society, not of fear for being shunned, but for fear of being accepted. And because of this, we are wiped from history, taken out of the pool of memories, simply because we have chosen to exist, and not to belong.
Zhenyphir
hmmm this is really weird i dont wanna write about sumthin thats gayyy
suck my penis
Nothing is worse than to be the forgotten memory in his mind. I was his first love, he couldn’t possibly forget, its inconceivable..or is it? It is possible I overestimated my effects on his heart? Is it possible I could become just another brick in the wall of his past, eroded and worn down. Is it possible?
I had forgotten everything i had ever learned, the begining of time all of history erased in one light bulb blown inside the universes head. Imagine the universe forgetting something as important as that, like a lost shopping list.
moo
Argh! I didthis word yesterday! Don’t you people have any sense of time? Like when do you change the word? Six at night or something? Or some other completely random time? Or maybe you have just forgotten.
Mildred
And it wasn’t until years later that they found her, lost, in a psychogenic fugue state, working as a waitress in small cafe several states over, one that she co-owned with her new husband, located on the outskirts of the nearest town, one surrounded by dirt roads and tall grasses, where the patrons kicked up dust in old trucks before greeting her with a smile and calling out to her, a name that she had thought was hers all those years but wasn’t; Gretchen. But really, Camille, as she had been her entire life, and remembered when she saw the sleek black car park in the dirt lot, a contrast as glaring and ugly as a missing limb, as ugly as the man who stepped out after his driver had run around to open the door for him, both the car’s and then the door to her cafe, his presence as invasive as a parasite, and he stretched out his arms when he saw, his arms misty with delight at the sight of his trophy, and he sighed relief and said, “My luscious, lascivious, Camille. Tell me, my love. Tell me you haven’t forgotten.” And she backed away from this small, repulsive man and shook her head, wrung the rag she held in her hands and she stepped towards the back room and told him that not only had she forgotten, but she had never remembered. She didn’t want to remember it at all.
I have forgotten things I never knew which is oh so clever for someone of my most humble background. Oh the delights though, to remember a past unwritten and see the ups and downs I never lived. These things could haunt me but I have dispensed of this knowledge.
We have all forgotten that we are all one thing. one organism fractaling off to better understand it self…. and fear and other distractions keep us sheltered from that vibration… meditate and remember…. you are god and so is everything! Harmonize and unite the world!!!
Ryan
She sat quietly, the only noise around her was the breeze rustling the leaves in the trees. Memories, long forgotten, came rushing back. She wasn’t sure what she would do, remembered the fear and the pain. The noise startled her, “Hey what are you doing out here, it’s cold!”. She did not answer. The hollow feeling inside made it impossible for her to think straight.
Thats who I AM. Someones forgotten love. She denies me. Would I deny her? I dont think so. Ach well Zoey Van Goey are somewhat awesome, sad i forgot about them,
Katy
I was forgotten by my mother, my father, my brother, my friends, my enemies. I would tell you their names to help the story, but I seem to have forgotten them.
J.E. Cantor
In the forest, there was a structure, old and cracked. The roof had collapsed in one place so many years ago, and the door hung from its lower hinge.
Inside was one room that might have housed a family. An iron stove in one corner, a large bed nearby, with bits of roof and debris along the rotting floorboards.
There were no bones, it was clearly abandoned. A detail that had faded from memory, like so many dead gods.
I had forgotten what it was like to be a child until I opened my mind to the true creative soul within myself and opening my eyes to see it in someone else.
Calla
I have often forgotten the forgotten and remembered what has been forgotten. But when you forget to remember the forgotten, the forgotten can often become lost. And when you do find the forgotten you often lose it again.
Hannah m.
Last night was crazy. I dont recall her name, but damn was she beautiful. I wont forget her.
Zach Hazlett
I had forgotten my glasses in Laura’s room, So I have to wear these shit ones. Otherwise I am partially blind.
Laura
forgotten
josh
forgotten…
Brittany
Gone but not forgotten…. true or false? It seems that the memories that once where so painful you think of less and less until one day you don’t think of them at all.
things better left forgotten… try as I might… A true road to happiness… no regret if you can not remember or maybe left unsaid. Things with great meaning in the moment.
Jane
We forget what we don’t want to and we can’t forget what we do want to.
CarolinJo
I HAVE FORGOTTEN to go to the class. i was late to class. i have forgotten to get a tardy slip.
anacaa
i had forgotten to pack a tolietry bag last time i went camping.
Forgotten. A rare word with me. Other than occasional absent mindedness (“I forgot to call so and so!” etc), I forget very little. Much as I try.
Somehow, trying to think of something more to write for this word makes me sad. I either think of “forgotten ones” (like forgotten people, or people left behind… abandoned…) or of things everyone else seems to have forgotten. But I have not. I don’t forget.
what can be forgotten really, memory is in our blood bone and sinew. It walks with us weighing us down , lifting us up and it colors every sunset and filters every conversation.We are our memories. With out them we are shells , perceptive and seeking new memories without identity and meaning.
forgotten. i’m afraid that i’d be easily forgotten by others. i don’t know if i would really make a difference. i don’t want that to happen. but then again i question why it really matters because it won’t make a difference later on anyway..i won’t really know if i am forgotten or not, will i?
I always feel forgotten. Everyone always forgets about me. I don’t know what it is about me that makes me forgetful. I just want to find that one person who cares. That’s all I need. One person, preferably male, but it doesn’t matter. I just need someone there for me.
people who have gone, places we used to go, photographs help us to remember. feelings we haven’t felt in a long time, things we used to love, people we used to love. Loss. Missing people and things. Moving on. Growing up. Becoming who you are and forgetting who you were.
i have forgotten so much in my life that i really want to bring back . so many memories . that are bith good bad and ugly !
lol oh man that reminds me of that movie. does that imply i am not that forgetfyl? :D
aweomsez.
sao mais armas para o mundo, sao mais crimes violentos, sao criancas aprendendo matar ou morrer
All the dreams I’ve had. So many places and people. Emotions. Pain. I’d gladly take the bad with the good to have it all back.
I’m beginning to forget that night, the night we fell in love. When that night ended, I wanted the next night to be just like it. I wanted every night to be like the first, until that first night was so far behind I’ve forgotten what it was with you I fell in love with in the first place. I don’t want to forget. I don’t want to forget you.
i left a book in the green room of a comedy bar last week. to nobody’s surprise, there was a drawing of a penis in it when i returned to pick it back up.
I often feel as though the forgotten ones still surround me. I can’t free myself from the memory. I must get away.
We are the lost and the forsaken. The people who hide in the shadows, the ones who lurk on the edges of society where no one dares to look. We are the ones who hide away from the light of society, not of fear for being shunned, but for fear of being accepted. And because of this, we are wiped from history, taken out of the pool of memories, simply because we have chosen to exist, and not to belong.
hmmm this is really weird i dont wanna write about sumthin thats gayyy
Nothing is worse than to be the forgotten memory in his mind. I was his first love, he couldn’t possibly forget, its inconceivable..or is it? It is possible I overestimated my effects on his heart? Is it possible I could become just another brick in the wall of his past, eroded and worn down. Is it possible?
I had forgotten everything i had ever learned, the begining of time all of history erased in one light bulb blown inside the universes head. Imagine the universe forgetting something as important as that, like a lost shopping list.
Argh! I didthis word yesterday! Don’t you people have any sense of time? Like when do you change the word? Six at night or something? Or some other completely random time? Or maybe you have just forgotten.
And it wasn’t until years later that they found her, lost, in a psychogenic fugue state, working as a waitress in small cafe several states over, one that she co-owned with her new husband, located on the outskirts of the nearest town, one surrounded by dirt roads and tall grasses, where the patrons kicked up dust in old trucks before greeting her with a smile and calling out to her, a name that she had thought was hers all those years but wasn’t; Gretchen. But really, Camille, as she had been her entire life, and remembered when she saw the sleek black car park in the dirt lot, a contrast as glaring and ugly as a missing limb, as ugly as the man who stepped out after his driver had run around to open the door for him, both the car’s and then the door to her cafe, his presence as invasive as a parasite, and he stretched out his arms when he saw, his arms misty with delight at the sight of his trophy, and he sighed relief and said, “My luscious, lascivious, Camille. Tell me, my love. Tell me you haven’t forgotten.” And she backed away from this small, repulsive man and shook her head, wrung the rag she held in her hands and she stepped towards the back room and told him that not only had she forgotten, but she had never remembered. She didn’t want to remember it at all.
I have forgotten things I never knew which is oh so clever for someone of my most humble background. Oh the delights though, to remember a past unwritten and see the ups and downs I never lived. These things could haunt me but I have dispensed of this knowledge.
We have all forgotten that we are all one thing. one organism fractaling off to better understand it self…. and fear and other distractions keep us sheltered from that vibration… meditate and remember…. you are god and so is everything! Harmonize and unite the world!!!
She sat quietly, the only noise around her was the breeze rustling the leaves in the trees. Memories, long forgotten, came rushing back. She wasn’t sure what she would do, remembered the fear and the pain. The noise startled her, “Hey what are you doing out here, it’s cold!”. She did not answer. The hollow feeling inside made it impossible for her to think straight.
Thats who I AM. Someones forgotten love. She denies me. Would I deny her? I dont think so. Ach well Zoey Van Goey are somewhat awesome, sad i forgot about them,
I was forgotten by my mother, my father, my brother, my friends, my enemies. I would tell you their names to help the story, but I seem to have forgotten them.
In the forest, there was a structure, old and cracked. The roof had collapsed in one place so many years ago, and the door hung from its lower hinge.
Inside was one room that might have housed a family. An iron stove in one corner, a large bed nearby, with bits of roof and debris along the rotting floorboards.
There were no bones, it was clearly abandoned. A detail that had faded from memory, like so many dead gods.
I had forgotten what it was like to be a child until I opened my mind to the true creative soul within myself and opening my eyes to see it in someone else.
I have often forgotten the forgotten and remembered what has been forgotten. But when you forget to remember the forgotten, the forgotten can often become lost. And when you do find the forgotten you often lose it again.
Last night was crazy. I dont recall her name, but damn was she beautiful. I wont forget her.
I had forgotten my glasses in Laura’s room, So I have to wear these shit ones. Otherwise I am partially blind.
forgotten
forgotten…
Gone but not forgotten…. true or false? It seems that the memories that once where so painful you think of less and less until one day you don’t think of them at all.
things better left forgotten… try as I might… A true road to happiness… no regret if you can not remember or maybe left unsaid. Things with great meaning in the moment.
We forget what we don’t want to and we can’t forget what we do want to.
I HAVE FORGOTTEN to go to the class. i was late to class. i have forgotten to get a tardy slip.
i had forgotten to pack a tolietry bag last time i went camping.
forgotten is the past tense of forgot. if you forgot to do something you could not remember it.
I for got to do that.I forgotten to do that.
I have never forgotten about my friends or family i remember them a lot and i will never forget them.
forgotten like you have forgotten to bring the trash can up from the road or you have forgotten your wallet
I have forgotten my homework. Forgotten means a forgot something but in the past. I have forgotten we were going to China nest week.
I forgot that i had pe in 4th hour today and we have our physical test:) this should be fun.