Wellll….. I have a very eventful past. Involving lots of bad things and bad names and yeah. PArt of my past is pretty cool, part of it makes me feel kinda bad. I hate the people of my past. They’re gay. Uhm./ That’s why they’re the past.
malaria, king of sluts
when i think about the word past, I think about my personal past. Filled with tall peaks and deep valleys, the past is a diverse and unique thing.
Ashley Kirkman
let’s get past this. deep, deep breaths, in, out, in, out. stay in the moment. Focus. Listen to them, but dont listen. Smile like you’re pretty. Smile like you know they know it. Smile like you can see their emerald envy.
She thought suddenly about her past. All of it is fool of regrets. She wishes she could just went back, being an inocent child, with all the illusions of an enchanted world.
My head hasn’t been mine from a long time now. I think, think and think… I only think about all I’ve missed and I think about your empty eyes. Once so powerful, you fooled me into decadence and now I’m here, lost. Lost inside me, but where actually? I want to care but I don’t and I can’t say I’m sorry enough.
I locked myself in the past and then I started to feel a little weird, being stuck in a box all day!!!! I felt I felt as if something had ripped out my soul!!!!!!!
He walked past her, not realizing what he was seeing. He knew her. She was from his past. That haunted him for a moment, but he overcame it. He wondered what had happened to her.
Carolyn
was a dream, i found myself in, and i wanted to disappear, with a castle of sand as the ocean would make a disaster of it. what can you do but look to a future, of hope and admiration, of inspiration, of delicate decisions, and think; I am what I am. As a blank pen on the page, nothing can stop my words; not even the past.
It’s. all in the past, all these cruel things that have happened, but the fact is its in the future too, and even if it were t it would be there, somewhere, in the world.
My past is something that haunts me everyday, yet something that brings me joy in times of sadness. My past is vast and wild like an unknown country. In remembering it, I can know that it it the reason I am who I am. An I like who I am.
Grace
something to avoid getting stuck in. bad and good feelings. wistfulness. longing. happiness. dopamine receptors are still alive. hopes. ambitions. dreams.
Shannon
15 years old, i only wanted my 15 party, bout there was no money for me back on that time… I received an iPod intend… it was great, until someone stoled from me… since then, i haven’t had an iPod.
gabriela horn santander
Let me tell you something about the past. It’s gritty. It’s violent and it is sad. There is hardly anything good about the past. If you think about it, you have memories but what are those? They aren’t any good to you know and anyway they’re the past. More often then not, those memories are sad or something that wished to never go away. Well guess what, it did go away. I don’t mean to be unpleasent, i mean to realistic. There are hard feelings that daunt those streets behind me and I would rather move forward than ever think about turning around to see what’s behind me.
Paige
As she walked through the trees in the densely populated forest, she tried not to think of her past. She knew she needed to keep on walking, and not turn back. But he would always be there, In her past
The past can hold you back. Learn from your past and mistakes and move on. If there happy memories that make you feel sad because you miss it still let go it severs you no good.
Roger
The wind blows,
My hands left empty,
Cold in the chilly breeze.
I watch as you walk away and I wish
That you would return
So that I could accept your offer.
un tiempo lejano, lo que fue, lo que sera? sin embargo no hay vuelta atras, volver al lugar no es lo mismo, el rio ya cambio, nosotros ya cambiamos, y el pasado sigue siendo eso, pasado, imborrable, roca, duro, frio y hasta distante, intentar mirar al pasado y entender es como lanzarle preguntas al espejo, un imposible, pero un deseo que todos tenemos dentro
victoria
I think that it’s sad that we don’t learn from the past. We always say to learn from our mistakes but does anyone ever do it? War after war occurs and still we never learn to just be at peace with each other. I know it’s a tall order but maybe one day we will learn from the past.
Wellll….. I have a very eventful past. Involving lots of bad things and bad names and yeah. PArt of my past is pretty cool, part of it makes me feel kinda bad. I hate the people of my past. They’re gay. Uhm./ That’s why they’re the past.
when i think about the word past, I think about my personal past. Filled with tall peaks and deep valleys, the past is a diverse and unique thing.
let’s get past this. deep, deep breaths, in, out, in, out. stay in the moment. Focus. Listen to them, but dont listen. Smile like you’re pretty. Smile like you know they know it. Smile like you can see their emerald envy.
She thought suddenly about her past. All of it is fool of regrets. She wishes she could just went back, being an inocent child, with all the illusions of an enchanted world.
My head hasn’t been mine from a long time now. I think, think and think… I only think about all I’ve missed and I think about your empty eyes. Once so powerful, you fooled me into decadence and now I’m here, lost. Lost inside me, but where actually? I want to care but I don’t and I can’t say I’m sorry enough.
I wan’t to see my past.
i went past the store that i had to go to today.
i do not ever wont to go in the past. if i go in the past i will be vary scard.
I locked myself in the past and then I started to feel a little weird, being stuck in a box all day!!!! I felt I felt as if something had ripped out my soul!!!!!!!
i was in the past now im back.
He walked past her, not realizing what he was seeing. He knew her. She was from his past. That haunted him for a moment, but he overcame it. He wondered what had happened to her.
was a dream, i found myself in, and i wanted to disappear, with a castle of sand as the ocean would make a disaster of it. what can you do but look to a future, of hope and admiration, of inspiration, of delicate decisions, and think; I am what I am. As a blank pen on the page, nothing can stop my words; not even the past.
It’s. all in the past, all these cruel things that have happened, but the fact is its in the future too, and even if it were t it would be there, somewhere, in the world.
today i switched
my usual menu
order.
and then i rode
a different bus
route.
called up a friend
i haven’t spoken to
in years.
i don’t know why
i used to be so
afraid.
i killed myself
several times
today.
My past is something that haunts me everyday, yet something that brings me joy in times of sadness. My past is vast and wild like an unknown country. In remembering it, I can know that it it the reason I am who I am. An I like who I am.
something to avoid getting stuck in. bad and good feelings. wistfulness. longing. happiness. dopamine receptors are still alive. hopes. ambitions. dreams.
15 years old, i only wanted my 15 party, bout there was no money for me back on that time… I received an iPod intend… it was great, until someone stoled from me… since then, i haven’t had an iPod.
Let me tell you something about the past. It’s gritty. It’s violent and it is sad. There is hardly anything good about the past. If you think about it, you have memories but what are those? They aren’t any good to you know and anyway they’re the past. More often then not, those memories are sad or something that wished to never go away. Well guess what, it did go away. I don’t mean to be unpleasent, i mean to realistic. There are hard feelings that daunt those streets behind me and I would rather move forward than ever think about turning around to see what’s behind me.
As she walked through the trees in the densely populated forest, she tried not to think of her past. She knew she needed to keep on walking, and not turn back. But he would always be there, In her past
The past can hold you back. Learn from your past and mistakes and move on. If there happy memories that make you feel sad because you miss it still let go it severs you no good.
The wind blows,
My hands left empty,
Cold in the chilly breeze.
I watch as you walk away and I wish
That you would return
So that I could accept your offer.
un tiempo lejano, lo que fue, lo que sera? sin embargo no hay vuelta atras, volver al lugar no es lo mismo, el rio ya cambio, nosotros ya cambiamos, y el pasado sigue siendo eso, pasado, imborrable, roca, duro, frio y hasta distante, intentar mirar al pasado y entender es como lanzarle preguntas al espejo, un imposible, pero un deseo que todos tenemos dentro
I think that it’s sad that we don’t learn from the past. We always say to learn from our mistakes but does anyone ever do it? War after war occurs and still we never learn to just be at peace with each other. I know it’s a tall order but maybe one day we will learn from the past.