If memory serves, I have a cookie around here somewhere. I pulled it out of the jar on the counter and started to eat it, but the dinger on the dryer went off and I had to go into the laundry room and remove my clothes, except that some of them weren’t dry, so I had to put them all back in and restart the machine, and osmewhere along the way, I lost my cookie. Amen.
Louise Yeiser
memory is unreliable i am constantly arguing with my wife about when something happened. I live better in the now. Forget about the past, unless it is good. That way you will believe in providence.
Life becomes a fresh canvas. Try to remember this
Michael Lux
i don’t haave any. I think i done too many drugs when I was young and my short term is fucked. Korsakovs syndrom in disguise. I’ not even fucking 40 yet for fucks sakes.
Denzil Dexter
great, simple things, cherished, fun, complex, often forgotten,
Ronmeyer
mine lets me down a fair bit because i smoke copious amount of weed. I wish I had a photographic memory that’d be cool! Memories are all we have to hold onto when we’re older so it’s all about making the most of life before then to mount up as many memories as possible so that we’ll have something to remenisce about whilst we’re sat about gettinge even older in a retirement home or if we’re lucky a nice hut in a lovely beach somewhere.
Helen Baker
the last thing i remember was the sun. Then nothing. golden beacon of eternal beauty, worth remembering then. It is not sunny now, it’s dark. Black, as far from sun and golden as possible.
mrso01
Memory is a complex thing. We don’t fully understand it, yet it makes us who we are. Those with a limited ability to recall the past also have a limited ability to plan the future. We don’t know what causes it or how it is structured. It is potentially limitless.
Trilly C
She looked in the mirror. She couldnt remember the last time she combed her hair. Her face was sticky. What did she do last night? Why didnt she have any memory of the night before?
Kaylee Coats
I have memories that keep me lifted in my darkest hours. I have memories that I would love to share with others because sharing makes me feel good. It’s the reason that I started blogging. There is something really great about appreciating the life you live and I do.
Shari Smothers
Memory is the recollection of a past event. It is widely accepted that memory is limited to the individual, though some believe that it is hereditary, and can be passed from parent to child. Memories can invoke powerful emotions, and are often used to help people in times of emotional discomfort.
Genzen Han
memory. haha, a funny word they’ve chosen this week. I’ve got no memory, of sadness, of depression, enemies, nothing. What i remember are the joys of life and the things worth being remembered.
Michyyyy
my memory has become really bad ever since i became a med student.all i seem to remember now is from where does the sciatic nerve goes and what it supplies and all that stuff that i used to remember is well gone.and i hate it.
UJ
thoughts in motion on top of a mountain , wind sweeping through a desert highway, cars going fast down a lonely road, hair blowing in the wind, a free bird cicrling a vast wilderness
UnSoldat
bank! happy times, good times, bad times, bad memory good memory, annoying sometimes wont work when you want it too! very important can get u in trouble
Natalie Morgan
You look at things and remember how they used to be. Memory gets you when you least expect it. It attacks, even. But it’s sneaky: not a full-frontal assault, but creeping into your mind and then cutting into your feelings when you least expect it.
Danielle Saunders
i really wish that my memory would stop fading. i want to remember everything. that’s why i write and write and take lots of photos and record all those memories. i want to really savor and remember all the good times and just enjoy them for what they are. and relive them in my memory. i don’t want to forget anything about my children. i want them to remember all the fun things we did in their childhood!
tara pollard pakosta
will you ever stop reading this. i don’t think you will because the moment you stop reading you’re bound to start thinking ‘should i’ve kept reading; what if this was important?’ and you’ll never know.
Nick G
I forget all to often the meaning of memory. The pain of forgetting dulls with every passing day
Darren Laws
Do you remember the day that Janie died?
It was cold. June. Almost dark, but not quite.
I was only young. I can only remember a broken day. You were old though, weren’t you?
Bill Knowles
Memory, I can’t remember. Can you? What was the last thing you remember? Was it from before? Of course it was. What will it be tomorrow? Will it be the same? The memory I mean, not the actual events. Of course the event will remain unchanged, but will your recollection of it be as accurate tomorrow as you think it is today?
Sly
I, at the time, am waitign for my girlfriend… I hate my father, he’s such an ass. Really, I’m not even a teenager anymore and I still hate him… The worse part is that he believes (with sheer conviction) to be the World’s Best Father. Really. He’s always telling us how he’s best than any other father ever… last time I checked my friend’s dads don’t call’em “Fucking Idiots”
K...
i lose it all the time and wish i knew wher to look to find it. huh… anyway my memory is probably more like a centipede. it has one hundred legs and that is how it gets away so damn fast. Curse all centipedes!
Ryan Herrmann
i cant remember as much as i’d like about my childhood but i’d like to know so much more or would i? My memories are filled with the good, sweet normal childhood memories, like making dinner with my mother or playing with the neighhborhood kids. but then there are the dark ones, the really dark memories that i would rather forget if i only could.
Leanne Trespalacios
a song i used to play when i was a kid. it was a dumbed down version of the real thing. it was an old school electronic keyboard that was bronze in color and it didnt have all the keys but yeah.
gresu
I have a bad memory. I have a little book, in which I keep my thoughts. I call it my memory book. It’s blue and I have a little pencil attached to it. The pencil is attached by a piece of red blue-tac. Ironic, no? I had to order the red stuff especially.
Jordan Greenaway
A mental library, inexistant and without any words, but timeless, understanding, bound to the definition we give ourselves as human. The very thing which allows us to be human; or act like we are pretending to be.
Peter Kissick
mind keeps track life passes by kid and loving sweet sad feeling have rest of life to
feebee
fog images clouding but shedding light
chorus
explanation
inspiration
phantoms
being tripped by things you’ve already walked away from
Comfort
void
ephemeral? Is that even a word? I can’t remember…
too long
thought I’d be done by now.
How long do other people take?
ae
Ah. Memory. My memory is good and long. To a fault. To constantly remember things that are just. so. perfect. Or to remember the perfect details of the perfect day. The perfect man. The perfect cocktail. My memory is so freakin’ good. I don’t forget a thing. I memorized your face, Casey. I memorized your hair. The color of your eyes. The smell of your skin. Good memory. Amen.
AMA
…
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all i remeber is the way you pulled the blanket up to my neck and tucked me in all around. i looked up at you and found you kneeling forward to kiss my forehead. you told me you loved me and that i should just sleep it off. i didnt know what to say since i spent the last hour telling you how wrong you were. now i just wanted you to stay. you said it was best you didnt and that i needed time to stop crying.
irina
I can’t remember any thing these days, mine is fading, then again maybe its just forgettin where the keys aon the tkyboard is so its arhder to write anything!
dele
not easy to remember but easy to forget. full of joyful times. also filled with many pains. we live on from the past and hope to build new ones for th future.
wraith
I have a memory I won’t share.
It’s sore there.
I have a dream – I soar on high.
But that’s a lie.
I have a ache like fire.
I’m a liar.
Glad Doggett
sometimes i wonder where mine is going. north south east west. or where it’s been. why is it that random thoughts come to me but stuff i really want to remember eludes me? i wonder. i wish i had a better memory of childhood. i watch my daughter and think she’ll not remember most of it. too bad and i think there’s truth to that
tara czerwinski
The memories fly through my brain like a flock of geese. Sometimes the geese happen to poop. Not pleasant memories. Sometimes they just swoop down to get a fish, mostly they just pass by and I never see them again.
sdfdf
I wish i could forget what i wanted to remember, or at least i think i do. But I’m not sure i didn’t feel differently yesterday. I may have forgotten.
killer
I remember… your whisper; the taste of your lips; the way you’d run your fingers through your hair when you got nervous. I remember that afternoon you locked your keys in the car, and we got stuck in the rain. I remember the evening I called you almost in tears – and you held me with your voice. All I have now is my thoughts. All I have… is your memory.
Myra
my first memory was when my father left my mother. I was 18 months old, and it has remained a clear, traumatic memory for my entire life. That has probably set the course for my whole life, you know? to see my father leaving in the midst of screaming match? what kind of effect would that have on you?
If memory serves, I have a cookie around here somewhere. I pulled it out of the jar on the counter and started to eat it, but the dinger on the dryer went off and I had to go into the laundry room and remove my clothes, except that some of them weren’t dry, so I had to put them all back in and restart the machine, and osmewhere along the way, I lost my cookie. Amen.
memory is unreliable i am constantly arguing with my wife about when something happened. I live better in the now. Forget about the past, unless it is good. That way you will believe in providence.
Life becomes a fresh canvas. Try to remember this
i don’t haave any. I think i done too many drugs when I was young and my short term is fucked. Korsakovs syndrom in disguise. I’ not even fucking 40 yet for fucks sakes.
great, simple things, cherished, fun, complex, often forgotten,
mine lets me down a fair bit because i smoke copious amount of weed. I wish I had a photographic memory that’d be cool! Memories are all we have to hold onto when we’re older so it’s all about making the most of life before then to mount up as many memories as possible so that we’ll have something to remenisce about whilst we’re sat about gettinge even older in a retirement home or if we’re lucky a nice hut in a lovely beach somewhere.
the last thing i remember was the sun. Then nothing. golden beacon of eternal beauty, worth remembering then. It is not sunny now, it’s dark. Black, as far from sun and golden as possible.
Memory is a complex thing. We don’t fully understand it, yet it makes us who we are. Those with a limited ability to recall the past also have a limited ability to plan the future. We don’t know what causes it or how it is structured. It is potentially limitless.
She looked in the mirror. She couldnt remember the last time she combed her hair. Her face was sticky. What did she do last night? Why didnt she have any memory of the night before?
I have memories that keep me lifted in my darkest hours. I have memories that I would love to share with others because sharing makes me feel good. It’s the reason that I started blogging. There is something really great about appreciating the life you live and I do.
Memory is the recollection of a past event. It is widely accepted that memory is limited to the individual, though some believe that it is hereditary, and can be passed from parent to child. Memories can invoke powerful emotions, and are often used to help people in times of emotional discomfort.
memory. haha, a funny word they’ve chosen this week. I’ve got no memory, of sadness, of depression, enemies, nothing. What i remember are the joys of life and the things worth being remembered.
my memory has become really bad ever since i became a med student.all i seem to remember now is from where does the sciatic nerve goes and what it supplies and all that stuff that i used to remember is well gone.and i hate it.
thoughts in motion on top of a mountain , wind sweeping through a desert highway, cars going fast down a lonely road, hair blowing in the wind, a free bird cicrling a vast wilderness
bank! happy times, good times, bad times, bad memory good memory, annoying sometimes wont work when you want it too! very important can get u in trouble
You look at things and remember how they used to be. Memory gets you when you least expect it. It attacks, even. But it’s sneaky: not a full-frontal assault, but creeping into your mind and then cutting into your feelings when you least expect it.
i really wish that my memory would stop fading. i want to remember everything. that’s why i write and write and take lots of photos and record all those memories. i want to really savor and remember all the good times and just enjoy them for what they are. and relive them in my memory. i don’t want to forget anything about my children. i want them to remember all the fun things we did in their childhood!
will you ever stop reading this. i don’t think you will because the moment you stop reading you’re bound to start thinking ‘should i’ve kept reading; what if this was important?’ and you’ll never know.
I forget all to often the meaning of memory. The pain of forgetting dulls with every passing day
Do you remember the day that Janie died?
It was cold. June. Almost dark, but not quite.
I was only young. I can only remember a broken day. You were old though, weren’t you?
Memory, I can’t remember. Can you? What was the last thing you remember? Was it from before? Of course it was. What will it be tomorrow? Will it be the same? The memory I mean, not the actual events. Of course the event will remain unchanged, but will your recollection of it be as accurate tomorrow as you think it is today?
I, at the time, am waitign for my girlfriend… I hate my father, he’s such an ass. Really, I’m not even a teenager anymore and I still hate him… The worse part is that he believes (with sheer conviction) to be the World’s Best Father. Really. He’s always telling us how he’s best than any other father ever… last time I checked my friend’s dads don’t call’em “Fucking Idiots”
i lose it all the time and wish i knew wher to look to find it. huh… anyway my memory is probably more like a centipede. it has one hundred legs and that is how it gets away so damn fast. Curse all centipedes!
i cant remember as much as i’d like about my childhood but i’d like to know so much more or would i? My memories are filled with the good, sweet normal childhood memories, like making dinner with my mother or playing with the neighhborhood kids. but then there are the dark ones, the really dark memories that i would rather forget if i only could.
a song i used to play when i was a kid. it was a dumbed down version of the real thing. it was an old school electronic keyboard that was bronze in color and it didnt have all the keys but yeah.
I have a bad memory. I have a little book, in which I keep my thoughts. I call it my memory book. It’s blue and I have a little pencil attached to it. The pencil is attached by a piece of red blue-tac. Ironic, no? I had to order the red stuff especially.
A mental library, inexistant and without any words, but timeless, understanding, bound to the definition we give ourselves as human. The very thing which allows us to be human; or act like we are pretending to be.
mind keeps track life passes by kid and loving sweet sad feeling have rest of life to
fog images clouding but shedding light
chorus
explanation
inspiration
phantoms
being tripped by things you’ve already walked away from
Comfort
void
ephemeral? Is that even a word? I can’t remember…
too long
thought I’d be done by now.
How long do other people take?
Ah. Memory. My memory is good and long. To a fault. To constantly remember things that are just. so. perfect. Or to remember the perfect details of the perfect day. The perfect man. The perfect cocktail. My memory is so freakin’ good. I don’t forget a thing. I memorized your face, Casey. I memorized your hair. The color of your eyes. The smell of your skin. Good memory. Amen.
…
all i remeber is the way you pulled the blanket up to my neck and tucked me in all around. i looked up at you and found you kneeling forward to kiss my forehead. you told me you loved me and that i should just sleep it off. i didnt know what to say since i spent the last hour telling you how wrong you were. now i just wanted you to stay. you said it was best you didnt and that i needed time to stop crying.
I can’t remember any thing these days, mine is fading, then again maybe its just forgettin where the keys aon the tkyboard is so its arhder to write anything!
not easy to remember but easy to forget. full of joyful times. also filled with many pains. we live on from the past and hope to build new ones for th future.
I have a memory I won’t share.
It’s sore there.
I have a dream – I soar on high.
But that’s a lie.
I have a ache like fire.
I’m a liar.
sometimes i wonder where mine is going. north south east west. or where it’s been. why is it that random thoughts come to me but stuff i really want to remember eludes me? i wonder. i wish i had a better memory of childhood. i watch my daughter and think she’ll not remember most of it. too bad and i think there’s truth to that
The memories fly through my brain like a flock of geese. Sometimes the geese happen to poop. Not pleasant memories. Sometimes they just swoop down to get a fish, mostly they just pass by and I never see them again.
I wish i could forget what i wanted to remember, or at least i think i do. But I’m not sure i didn’t feel differently yesterday. I may have forgotten.
I remember… your whisper; the taste of your lips; the way you’d run your fingers through your hair when you got nervous. I remember that afternoon you locked your keys in the car, and we got stuck in the rain. I remember the evening I called you almost in tears – and you held me with your voice. All I have now is my thoughts. All I have… is your memory.
my first memory was when my father left my mother. I was 18 months old, and it has remained a clear, traumatic memory for my entire life. That has probably set the course for my whole life, you know? to see my father leaving in the midst of screaming match? what kind of effect would that have on you?
I forget…. what am I supposed to doing here?