everytime you run away my blood clots in various forms and my heart speeds up at an abnormal rate. i wish you’d let me in. i wish you wouldn’t disappear anymore.
Amanda
It seems as though the world has forgotten how to be happy. how to take joy in christmas and see the beauty in summer. It as though society no longers feels the need to be thankful. to care. to hope or dream. to have manners. so many children you see with no manners. with no respect. this world has forgotten much. So very much
Sam
I had forgotten why I was here. Or who I was. I no longer could smell the familiar rose scent of my candles or the hear the sound of my tv humming. I awoke, having forgotten everything that just happened.
Sam
i have been forgotten by many schools and people
i have been insignificant my whole life
alexis
I know it’s quite silly, to think you’ve been abandoned or forgotten. I’ve felt that way every so often but I always think about it after a few minutes and then come up with, I’m never forgotten.. I’m one of those kinds of people that aren’t easily forgotten, so I don’t think that I should really think I’m forgotten, abandoned, or alone. Because if I look at the facts, I have a ton of people there with me and that are on my side and willing to help me through any of the tough times I go through. But it’ll all be okay, I’m not forgotten, I’m not abandoned. I’m not alone. Especially now, now more than ever I should know that I do have people with me and people that care, and that’s all that matters.
On a hook. In my purse. Left to dangle in the starter. Under a pile of clothes on my bedroom floor. On the bathroom counter. The kitchen counter. My car keys, I can never remember where they are.
Megan
Had he forgotten?
It was all floating in a sea of nothingness, and he couldn’t grasp the flitting lights that were trapped there. Something important, but he couldn’t call to mind what it was. It was as though he could see his memories breaking away from him, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
I went to the story, but when I left I’d forgotten the whole reason I came: the milk. What would I eat the cereal with in the morning? What would I pour in my coffee to make it that milky brown? What will I do since I’ve forgotten the milk?
Sarah
i lost my scooby doo action figure set, then forgot about and found it ten years later. it was amazing! i was so happy to see it, i played with it all day even though i was 12. i had the full cast and a mystery machine. ’twas awesome.
Charlotte Way
So the letter remained in the weathered brown box underneath Jill’s beg for the rest of the summer. The rest of the winter. The rest of the year. She had fogotten all about it in face until that very evening when he had come to visit.
i seem to have forgotten a lot of things about he past.. some images remain, but it’s like 95% has been erased from memory.. strange..
Rog
she can’t quite remember the names of the stars. she read them in a book once, how each one had a name, and she memorized every single one, the bright lamp on her bedside table on long past lights-out.
Better die than be forgotten. You’re not made to be alone. Being alone is the same as being dead.
Lucretia
I have been forgotten. Lost from existence in a world that is full or words and sounds and people. I’m not there and no one notices. Everything is gray and the world has lost it’s color. A place where things are left, lost, unwanted and things are forgotten.
EB North
It’s easy to lose friendships and other forms of contact with people after one leaves one educational setting for another. Some may feel that when an older friend, or even one of the same age, eaves, then that person has forgotten them. When the truth is, we just grew apart.
Mike
It tickled my mind in the very back, some lost and forgotten memory of a rush of happiness every time we talked. It seemed to have disappeared so long ago and my thoughts were lost, nothing left but the feeling that I forgot.
Gone but not forgotten they say. I haven’t forgotten my grandmother and never will but time has blurred the memories. I hope the people left behind don’t forget me when I leave.
I was forgotten at camp the other day. Lost. Sad. Abandoned. Afraid. I looked around me and wept. I tried to come up with a logical solution and decided to call my mum.
Michelle
A forgotten garden with ivy creeping hopefully up its walls looks quietly at me, wondering if I will be the one to take it home.
Magdalena
missed calls
grade school friends
my birthday
emily
I have forgotten several things. But they are not things anymore because I have no recollection of them. How can something exist without it’s own memory in existence?
I did not want him to leave. What would become of me then? Not the real living me but of who I am. What would happen? He was present all those years that I found out who I really am. He knows what defines me. If he forgets me, will I still be the same?
Senna Hyoashi
She’d forgotten what it was like to be so happy. She twisted the strands of grass around her toes as she curled them into the rich, brown soil that lay beneath. As she flopped down, she covered her eyes with one hand and leaned back to watch the clouds float by, the simple majesty of the natural world her only friend.
Celina
Forgotten.
The things we purposefully forget. Past romances. Awkward sexual encounters. Those things that bring us pain. The forgotten is sometimes the unwanted.
I have five browser windows up and I’m multi-tasking like crazy and planning out what site I should go to next but when I finish what I’m doing on one site, I can’t remember what else I wanted to do and I search my mind and wonder and it must have been something either important or fun and I try to remember but the thought is already gone.
I sometimes feel forgotten by my friends that blow me off. I dont know why they do that, Im a likeable person, I think. Maybe theyre just are bitches. Or they dont know what it feels like to be forgotten.
holly
forgotten past, times, pages, era. forgotten is not lost, forgotten cannot be found. You have something, you got something, you forgot something. You forhave something? What?
Nothing is ever forgotten in the hard wooden orb that houses the memories that churn themselves over and over until the butter is gooey and sweet and spreadable looking forward to melting into someone else’s breakfast.
Nancy O'Neill
i have forgotten what i a here on earth to do. that is to follow the lord. i fail misserably. may he forgive me. i think most of us forget from time to time. thats ok. he will forgive us. :)
i can’t remember the last time my mom remembered something. the irony is i can’t remember what she has forgotten. its lost. completely. what good is a memory if the storage drive runs out to store a simple memory. i need a memory chip for her. robo-mom.
charlie bandana
“gone but not forgotten” is a sentiment we should aspire to in every aspect of our lives. whether what we recall is negative or positive it can only be beneficial because there are no mistakes in life; only lessons, from which we are required to learn.
I think the best things we have in life are often forgotten. Thrown to the back of our minds as we focus on the days troubles. This sort of thinking is not helpful or productive, and society would be happier if people remembered the happier times rather than concentrating on the negatives of the now.
Olivia
i have forgotten where i put my ipod. my mom said it is on the chair but i cant find it. i forget lots of things. i just wish one wasnt my ipod. i have also forgotten to eat lunch.
Laura
You’ve forgotten me so, I’ve forgotten you not
A sunny day that’s gone, my sunburn still hot
I was forgotten. Lost at sea and all alone, not even a volleyball to keep me company, so I pulled out my gun, ready to end the pain. Then, as i pulled the trigger, all i heard was a click. Out of bullets. Fuck.
sarrah
Please don’t forget me. Because if we are forgotten all that we have done will be useless. I don’t ever want our work to be in vain. Out love will never be in vain.
everytime you run away my blood clots in various forms and my heart speeds up at an abnormal rate. i wish you’d let me in. i wish you wouldn’t disappear anymore.
It seems as though the world has forgotten how to be happy. how to take joy in christmas and see the beauty in summer. It as though society no longers feels the need to be thankful. to care. to hope or dream. to have manners. so many children you see with no manners. with no respect. this world has forgotten much. So very much
I had forgotten why I was here. Or who I was. I no longer could smell the familiar rose scent of my candles or the hear the sound of my tv humming. I awoke, having forgotten everything that just happened.
i have been forgotten by many schools and people
i have been insignificant my whole life
I know it’s quite silly, to think you’ve been abandoned or forgotten. I’ve felt that way every so often but I always think about it after a few minutes and then come up with, I’m never forgotten.. I’m one of those kinds of people that aren’t easily forgotten, so I don’t think that I should really think I’m forgotten, abandoned, or alone. Because if I look at the facts, I have a ton of people there with me and that are on my side and willing to help me through any of the tough times I go through. But it’ll all be okay, I’m not forgotten, I’m not abandoned. I’m not alone. Especially now, now more than ever I should know that I do have people with me and people that care, and that’s all that matters.
some people have forgotton to teach their children manners , such a shame as they are going to be responsible for running the world when older.
On a hook. In my purse. Left to dangle in the starter. Under a pile of clothes on my bedroom floor. On the bathroom counter. The kitchen counter. My car keys, I can never remember where they are.
Had he forgotten?
It was all floating in a sea of nothingness, and he couldn’t grasp the flitting lights that were trapped there. Something important, but he couldn’t call to mind what it was. It was as though he could see his memories breaking away from him, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
There are things that dont find their way into my head anymore. tucked in secret places on the farthest borders of my self.
That day, we were perfection. But that was in the past.
How quickly you’ve forgotten, darling. We can be perfect again.
I went to the story, but when I left I’d forgotten the whole reason I came: the milk. What would I eat the cereal with in the morning? What would I pour in my coffee to make it that milky brown? What will I do since I’ve forgotten the milk?
i lost my scooby doo action figure set, then forgot about and found it ten years later. it was amazing! i was so happy to see it, i played with it all day even though i was 12. i had the full cast and a mystery machine. ’twas awesome.
So the letter remained in the weathered brown box underneath Jill’s beg for the rest of the summer. The rest of the winter. The rest of the year. She had fogotten all about it in face until that very evening when he had come to visit.
i seem to have forgotten a lot of things about he past.. some images remain, but it’s like 95% has been erased from memory.. strange..
she can’t quite remember the names of the stars. she read them in a book once, how each one had a name, and she memorized every single one, the bright lamp on her bedside table on long past lights-out.
what i am to you.
Better die than be forgotten. You’re not made to be alone. Being alone is the same as being dead.
I have been forgotten. Lost from existence in a world that is full or words and sounds and people. I’m not there and no one notices. Everything is gray and the world has lost it’s color. A place where things are left, lost, unwanted and things are forgotten.
It’s easy to lose friendships and other forms of contact with people after one leaves one educational setting for another. Some may feel that when an older friend, or even one of the same age, eaves, then that person has forgotten them. When the truth is, we just grew apart.
It tickled my mind in the very back, some lost and forgotten memory of a rush of happiness every time we talked. It seemed to have disappeared so long ago and my thoughts were lost, nothing left but the feeling that I forgot.
Gone but not forgotten they say. I haven’t forgotten my grandmother and never will but time has blurred the memories. I hope the people left behind don’t forget me when I leave.
I was forgotten at camp the other day. Lost. Sad. Abandoned. Afraid. I looked around me and wept. I tried to come up with a logical solution and decided to call my mum.
A forgotten garden with ivy creeping hopefully up its walls looks quietly at me, wondering if I will be the one to take it home.
missed calls
grade school friends
my birthday
I have forgotten several things. But they are not things anymore because I have no recollection of them. How can something exist without it’s own memory in existence?
I did not want him to leave. What would become of me then? Not the real living me but of who I am. What would happen? He was present all those years that I found out who I really am. He knows what defines me. If he forgets me, will I still be the same?
She’d forgotten what it was like to be so happy. She twisted the strands of grass around her toes as she curled them into the rich, brown soil that lay beneath. As she flopped down, she covered her eyes with one hand and leaned back to watch the clouds float by, the simple majesty of the natural world her only friend.
Forgotten.
The things we purposefully forget. Past romances. Awkward sexual encounters. Those things that bring us pain. The forgotten is sometimes the unwanted.
I have five browser windows up and I’m multi-tasking like crazy and planning out what site I should go to next but when I finish what I’m doing on one site, I can’t remember what else I wanted to do and I search my mind and wonder and it must have been something either important or fun and I try to remember but the thought is already gone.
I sometimes feel forgotten by my friends that blow me off. I dont know why they do that, Im a likeable person, I think. Maybe theyre just are bitches. Or they dont know what it feels like to be forgotten.
forgotten past, times, pages, era. forgotten is not lost, forgotten cannot be found. You have something, you got something, you forgot something. You forhave something? What?
Nothing is ever forgotten in the hard wooden orb that houses the memories that churn themselves over and over until the butter is gooey and sweet and spreadable looking forward to melting into someone else’s breakfast.
i have forgotten what i a here on earth to do. that is to follow the lord. i fail misserably. may he forgive me. i think most of us forget from time to time. thats ok. he will forgive us. :)
i can’t remember the last time my mom remembered something. the irony is i can’t remember what she has forgotten. its lost. completely. what good is a memory if the storage drive runs out to store a simple memory. i need a memory chip for her. robo-mom.
“gone but not forgotten” is a sentiment we should aspire to in every aspect of our lives. whether what we recall is negative or positive it can only be beneficial because there are no mistakes in life; only lessons, from which we are required to learn.
I think the best things we have in life are often forgotten. Thrown to the back of our minds as we focus on the days troubles. This sort of thinking is not helpful or productive, and society would be happier if people remembered the happier times rather than concentrating on the negatives of the now.
i have forgotten where i put my ipod. my mom said it is on the chair but i cant find it. i forget lots of things. i just wish one wasnt my ipod. i have also forgotten to eat lunch.
You’ve forgotten me so, I’ve forgotten you not
A sunny day that’s gone, my sunburn still hot
I was forgotten. Lost at sea and all alone, not even a volleyball to keep me company, so I pulled out my gun, ready to end the pain. Then, as i pulled the trigger, all i heard was a click. Out of bullets. Fuck.
Please don’t forget me. Because if we are forgotten all that we have done will be useless. I don’t ever want our work to be in vain. Out love will never be in vain.