I have no memory of doing it before, but it feels like I’ve been doing it for a long time ago. Like finding the one.
Otto
there is nostalgia,
I just dont know how this happened
I wanted thing to go back
the laughs, the joy
and now nothings
we were innocent
arent we all?
she cried…
we were only childs
P.P
Everything is kept in ones memory. I dont believe that anything is significant if it is forgettable and i wish that there were moement that i believed were a true memory, but then again, what is? this might not make sense because i have a delete button fetish. ^_^ alright memory, this will be a memory soon.
Savannah
ahh memory. Is it a curse? is it a gift?
I heard somewhere that God named Man Adam because it meant “he who could Remember.”
My favorite memorys is of me and my friends at the pool in the summer of my 8th grade year. We’d watch relient k videos.
aman
dan
my memory is so wide and comlicated and vast and is so deep that i can think of many things in the same time so i am a sophisticated person..i call myselfdelirium so if you think that you can keep up with me then give me a buzz. one more thing ..i’m so passionate person and
D
memories last forever, no one can take them from you, so when you are all alone in your padded white room just remember the good times and all those memories you shared together.
Briana
Love is the only thing that worth fighting for! Only this can be the reason to die for. Pure love.
Gabor Hertelendy
memory is what stays in your brain like going to a basketball game or watching your favorite movie. memories can be good or bad sometimes forgotten
becky
Memory is existance. Once a person dies their memory ends and so does their existance.
Josh
Sweet and painfull at the same time ,
Brings old wishes back and awakwns new hopes for the future,
A Dream of something better
alex
I ahd a memory,. it was cold, dark, damp, alone. but then i realized that it wasn’t the memory that was cold. It wasn’t it that was dark and damp. It was me. I was alone. I was cold and dark and damp, and thus I became a memory.
Wil
There is something buried within me,
something that’s there but I just can’t see.
It’s there, in a toolbox but I have not a key,
Will I ever get in? Will I find my memory?
There’s nothing I can do but breathe,
and know that I will find it eventually.
Red Rosaleigh
time and space is not relevant in my brain, but i can’t help but feel its pressure. pushing against my skull, telling me what to feel and how. I’m lead to believe that i can change anything. this is a lie. i cannot help myself, and i cannot change what already is. i am ruled by my memory.
Joe
My memory is like a delicate orchid–constantly on the verge of withering but ready to delight in rain or sunlight or any kind of small attention. Memory is like a constant water cycle. Nothing is linear. Nothing is coherent. But it’s all there, always, always the same.
missPamela
I remember when I think. Constant reminiscing. I play these things back over and over in my head, like a film. A film shot on 35 mm with an aspect ratio of 2.35:1. That’s how thinking occurs. I think. I suppose. I recall. Do you?
N.D.F.
a drifting thought that takes you away to somewhere you were or might have been, it keeps you from doing the things you might have done, the love that you might have loved, the hope that you might have hoped. it helps you to see with clear eyes of the future of tomorrow, and you won’t be confused when it confirms what you always thought was true. there was the truest memory that was the best and brightest thought.
DBKT
memories are like cascading deceptions of time and space. sometimes, there are things we need to remember; take your house key to work with you, or go to so-and-so’s house to pick up that dvd you wanted; and often, these are the tihings i forget
memories are like tricks to me; i can remember perfectly how to go places i’ve only been once, or how to sing a song i haven’t sung for ages— memories are just fleeting fools, toying with you on an utterly visceral level.
Allie
my mermory isnt too good. but i try. does memory even exist? is it imagination. theres always been speculation as to what existed and what we made up. all those case studies where doctors made the memory for the child about abuse. i live my present as a memory.
dDrianna
i have a huge memory. it’s been with me forever and I hope it will always be. worst thing is when you lose things from your memory but still know they were there before. that’s tragic. like a broken link, like a google search that remembers the key while the page is long gone. yeah, that’s what scares me most.
sola
Whoop! I forgot what the test was for a moment. It’s useful that way. I think.
Ed
i know my memory is sharpo and oi can think wvery fast abnd remember any thing in my pas t and fute and today i love my memmory and i know it sid gud to keep memory shap and gud alweays dp yoga dn exercise and every thing u want memory i svery gud and he work fast and every thig is fine in memory and i love my memory very much
Aditya
something you remember, it is common when things stimulate your memory glands in your brain. poopsicle sandwich. BABAGANOOSH!!! oliolioliollllll
Sean Bishop
Try to memorize a memory or even just remember that you’re remembering a memory and try on some existential stuff like that. Messes with the mind.
Matt S.
this is the most imp part of the human being as this help them learn and do not repeat the mistake made in the future thus continious innovation is possible through learning.
ashish
I can’t really remember the last time i was remotely satisfied with my life. Its my own fault. I don’t know why I don’t make the most of this wonderful opportunity i’ve been blessed with. I’m so bored of not fufilling my potential.
ashleigh
I’ve got no memory. I don’t remember anything. Never!
pstfatrnz
why memory !!!!! Memory is just your memories in life or your thoughts in your mind!!!
Marylaine
falty false game that entertains and sharpens
cards of pictures to diagnose and ease the duration
hypothalamus
undergraduate with high aspirations
bad witnesses to the world
brandi dent
i have a memory of lying in the bath and my father asking me about the elicit affair my mother had while they were married and if i knew about it…i din;t know what to say and felt pushed into a corner…now i believe i told the truth..but now i can’t remember.
G
It’s weird that you can remember dreams you had when you were a kid. It’s hard to comprehend if you had a particular dream last night or if it was an old dream you had as a kid. There’s so much involved in memory, it’s such a complicated feature of people.
rys
something you use when you need to remember.
maria
Memory tends to get lost with age, but also sharpens with age–it depends on the person. My best memory is of anything with my family in it. Memory is a wonderful aspect of being a person. What if there were no memory?
carleneb
There’s plenty I don’t remember. I mean, they tell me that when the car went over the cliff, I was screaming like a banshee. I don’t even remember falling. When I was (allegedly) ramming my foot on the gas and driving straight toward the precipice, all I could talk about was her.
Lizz Burke
If i had a better memory, maybe i could remember a little bit more about that night. and that would have been good because it was possibly the most important night of my life.
Bobbingtonelle
Why do all of these words have to be so personal this week? Memory. I’ve been struggling with my memories here of late. Memories that haunt. Memories that make me ill. Memories that make me smile. Memories of him and him and him. But that’s all I have. Memories.
JB
its an game which i played in my childhood very often. its about finding a pair of cards in others cards.
adiinionally i think my memory is low at this moments no chance for me to rember one thing. maybe it is because of the drugs..or sumting like this. the memory
Georg
I have a good memory, i help my aunt remember right now, because she had a heart stop this christmas, which made her loose her memory, so we are trying to make her remember the little things.
Sneakeey
memories float around
my head,
waiting for
the attention they need,
to leave and
then to go away,
like lost people,
who don’t know who you are,
or
know you,
all to well,
because
you don’t know them,
enough to know their name
Jenealia
la la la la SPAM SPAM!! how do u change the word, i hate the word memory… THANX FOR THE MEMORIES THANX FOR THE MEMORIES!!!
Adam Patterson
I don’t try
it just comes
or not
The last time was when?
Now, yes?
It has so little to do with now
yet so ever-present
Amazing
I have no memory of doing it before, but it feels like I’ve been doing it for a long time ago. Like finding the one.
there is nostalgia,
I just dont know how this happened
I wanted thing to go back
the laughs, the joy
and now nothings
we were innocent
arent we all?
she cried…
we were only childs
Everything is kept in ones memory. I dont believe that anything is significant if it is forgettable and i wish that there were moement that i believed were a true memory, but then again, what is? this might not make sense because i have a delete button fetish. ^_^ alright memory, this will be a memory soon.
ahh memory. Is it a curse? is it a gift?
I heard somewhere that God named Man Adam because it meant “he who could Remember.”
My favorite memorys is of me and my friends at the pool in the summer of my 8th grade year. We’d watch relient k videos.
aman
my memory is so wide and comlicated and vast and is so deep that i can think of many things in the same time so i am a sophisticated person..i call myselfdelirium so if you think that you can keep up with me then give me a buzz. one more thing ..i’m so passionate person and
memories last forever, no one can take them from you, so when you are all alone in your padded white room just remember the good times and all those memories you shared together.
Love is the only thing that worth fighting for! Only this can be the reason to die for. Pure love.
memory is what stays in your brain like going to a basketball game or watching your favorite movie. memories can be good or bad sometimes forgotten
Memory is existance. Once a person dies their memory ends and so does their existance.
Sweet and painfull at the same time ,
Brings old wishes back and awakwns new hopes for the future,
A Dream of something better
I ahd a memory,. it was cold, dark, damp, alone. but then i realized that it wasn’t the memory that was cold. It wasn’t it that was dark and damp. It was me. I was alone. I was cold and dark and damp, and thus I became a memory.
There is something buried within me,
something that’s there but I just can’t see.
It’s there, in a toolbox but I have not a key,
Will I ever get in? Will I find my memory?
There’s nothing I can do but breathe,
and know that I will find it eventually.
time and space is not relevant in my brain, but i can’t help but feel its pressure. pushing against my skull, telling me what to feel and how. I’m lead to believe that i can change anything. this is a lie. i cannot help myself, and i cannot change what already is. i am ruled by my memory.
My memory is like a delicate orchid–constantly on the verge of withering but ready to delight in rain or sunlight or any kind of small attention. Memory is like a constant water cycle. Nothing is linear. Nothing is coherent. But it’s all there, always, always the same.
I remember when I think. Constant reminiscing. I play these things back over and over in my head, like a film. A film shot on 35 mm with an aspect ratio of 2.35:1. That’s how thinking occurs. I think. I suppose. I recall. Do you?
a drifting thought that takes you away to somewhere you were or might have been, it keeps you from doing the things you might have done, the love that you might have loved, the hope that you might have hoped. it helps you to see with clear eyes of the future of tomorrow, and you won’t be confused when it confirms what you always thought was true. there was the truest memory that was the best and brightest thought.
memories are like cascading deceptions of time and space. sometimes, there are things we need to remember; take your house key to work with you, or go to so-and-so’s house to pick up that dvd you wanted; and often, these are the tihings i forget
memories are like tricks to me; i can remember perfectly how to go places i’ve only been once, or how to sing a song i haven’t sung for ages— memories are just fleeting fools, toying with you on an utterly visceral level.
my mermory isnt too good. but i try. does memory even exist? is it imagination. theres always been speculation as to what existed and what we made up. all those case studies where doctors made the memory for the child about abuse. i live my present as a memory.
i have a huge memory. it’s been with me forever and I hope it will always be. worst thing is when you lose things from your memory but still know they were there before. that’s tragic. like a broken link, like a google search that remembers the key while the page is long gone. yeah, that’s what scares me most.
Whoop! I forgot what the test was for a moment. It’s useful that way. I think.
i know my memory is sharpo and oi can think wvery fast abnd remember any thing in my pas t and fute and today i love my memmory and i know it sid gud to keep memory shap and gud alweays dp yoga dn exercise and every thing u want memory i svery gud and he work fast and every thig is fine in memory and i love my memory very much
something you remember, it is common when things stimulate your memory glands in your brain. poopsicle sandwich. BABAGANOOSH!!! oliolioliollllll
Try to memorize a memory or even just remember that you’re remembering a memory and try on some existential stuff like that. Messes with the mind.
this is the most imp part of the human being as this help them learn and do not repeat the mistake made in the future thus continious innovation is possible through learning.
I can’t really remember the last time i was remotely satisfied with my life. Its my own fault. I don’t know why I don’t make the most of this wonderful opportunity i’ve been blessed with. I’m so bored of not fufilling my potential.
I’ve got no memory. I don’t remember anything. Never!
why memory !!!!! Memory is just your memories in life or your thoughts in your mind!!!
falty false game that entertains and sharpens
cards of pictures to diagnose and ease the duration
hypothalamus
undergraduate with high aspirations
bad witnesses to the world
i have a memory of lying in the bath and my father asking me about the elicit affair my mother had while they were married and if i knew about it…i din;t know what to say and felt pushed into a corner…now i believe i told the truth..but now i can’t remember.
It’s weird that you can remember dreams you had when you were a kid. It’s hard to comprehend if you had a particular dream last night or if it was an old dream you had as a kid. There’s so much involved in memory, it’s such a complicated feature of people.
something you use when you need to remember.
Memory tends to get lost with age, but also sharpens with age–it depends on the person. My best memory is of anything with my family in it. Memory is a wonderful aspect of being a person. What if there were no memory?
There’s plenty I don’t remember. I mean, they tell me that when the car went over the cliff, I was screaming like a banshee. I don’t even remember falling. When I was (allegedly) ramming my foot on the gas and driving straight toward the precipice, all I could talk about was her.
If i had a better memory, maybe i could remember a little bit more about that night. and that would have been good because it was possibly the most important night of my life.
Why do all of these words have to be so personal this week? Memory. I’ve been struggling with my memories here of late. Memories that haunt. Memories that make me ill. Memories that make me smile. Memories of him and him and him. But that’s all I have. Memories.
its an game which i played in my childhood very often. its about finding a pair of cards in others cards.
adiinionally i think my memory is low at this moments no chance for me to rember one thing. maybe it is because of the drugs..or sumting like this. the memory
I have a good memory, i help my aunt remember right now, because she had a heart stop this christmas, which made her loose her memory, so we are trying to make her remember the little things.
memories float around
my head,
waiting for
the attention they need,
to leave and
then to go away,
like lost people,
who don’t know who you are,
or
know you,
all to well,
because
you don’t know them,
enough to know their name
la la la la SPAM SPAM!! how do u change the word, i hate the word memory… THANX FOR THE MEMORIES THANX FOR THE MEMORIES!!!
I don’t try
it just comes
or not
The last time was when?
Now, yes?
It has so little to do with now
yet so ever-present
Amazing