I remember so much about my life. remembering is such a strong sense. when you think about it, remembering is most important to your school work and to friendships. Have you ever had a friend get mad at you for not remembering something. We all have. Imagine life without remembering anything. It’d be terrible!
I hate remembering almost as much as I love it. Some things are so terrible to remember, but there are some things I would never want to forget. It’s funny how I remember certain things, like lyrics from an old song but I can’t remember where I left something this morning. It’s bizarre.
nicole
Me smell of a long time remember go outside with too many and take, take, take. She all say go up and do like this, but all time I make only with the things outside. Dog bark, bird chirp: take, take, take. So why I won’t?
I remember a lot of things. But it never seems like I remember the right things. I remember the scrapes but not the kisses. I remember the tears but not the laughter. Or I remember it distorted. Often I am stuck with my own mutant memories, instead of the true content.
Olivia Pedersen
The ability to relive life. To search through your thoughts, to relish their importance and significance in your life. To remember is to live again. It’s sometimes sweet and sometimes harsh, but always necessary.
Allyson
remember the sweet days of youth, music, and love making. Remember, family and tennis and Tony. where are we going with this, I have no idea. This is a free write. I remember eatint ginger snap cookies with Daddy Ben and watching the Game of the Week on TV.
linda
remember when i stood outside for an hour waiting for you to finally meet me? you had that awful smirk on your face, so ready to fight. and we did. and i still miss you, but mostly only in quiet, lonely moments. ironic, considering we were always so loud.
Remember to call your mother. Remember the little things in life mean a lot. Remembering is what life is all about. Remember to tie your shoe so you don’t trip and fall down. I will remember to click on this again because it is good brain exercise
Lisa Beasley
I remember Adam. He was the love of my life and then, in a flash, he was gone. He died unexpectedly on June 29, 2009. I remember him every single day and love and miss him more now than I ever thought possible. If only he could still be here. If only….
JeannieK
i remember i time when things were simpler, money went farther, and people were kind… i think we can get back to times like those with a little hard work and patience.
chad
I remember when you told me you loved me. Yeah, that’s all in the past. I just don’t remember how I could have believed you, when you lied to me like that. Do you remember?
I’ll remember your smile and the coy look you so often wear on your face. The shirts buttoned tall and the lanky legs you place in shorts, the lace up sneakers and the shortly worn hairdo. I’ll remember the way that could search a room with my wandering eyes for you, let my heart skip a beat, and later that night, lazily fall into dreams, nonetheless about you.
Remember me at your worst moments in life. Remember me when you go out onto the field and your umpiring a baseball game. Remember me at night when you’re alone. Remember me when you need a smile or a pick me up . Remember me because I’ll always remember you.
Susan Ace.
Remember a time when you laughed the most cried the most all at the same time. That’s your most favorite memory of all. And that’s what you aim for in life.
Lauren Durando
when we used to have fun, remember when my heart didn’t hurt, remember when I believed in myself, remember when my goals were my own, remember when i fixed this before, remember when i used to wake up happy, remember when the world didn’t hurt, remember when, remember when
Joce
Remembering simpler times when ones thoughts were not on what bills to pay but just what class to take. remembering what is was like to live and love freely without resolve. Remembering when liking oneself was peaceflul and balance.
Bobcat
Remembering is a painful thing. It’s game with yourself. Sometimes it’s a lying game, sometimes a fight. But sometimes, sometimes it’s that beauty right as the glass hits the floor. The moment where everything is about to fall apart, but that one second where everything hangs in the balance is the most wondrous thing you’ve ever seen. So, remember? Alright.
Remember. Remember what? Hell, I don’t know what I should remember. I feel like there should be some defining moment in my life? Don’t have one? Too bad!
Am I missing out? Did I do something wrong? I don’t know what to remember, I don’t know what’s expected.
Remember? What the Hell am I supposed to do with that?
remember all those days that we would spend together, lying in the grass hands entwined while the golden sun kissed our motionless bodies? it hurts to remember. i miss you every second of my existence, as if a piece of me has been torn out, left behind in those memories…
do you remember? we were sitting on the couch in your basement — or were were, before you ended up on top of me, your nose in my clavicle, your legs between mine. “BOSOM!” we laughed about. If I had any self-respect, if I was any less desperate, I would have sat up, pushed you off. But I take what I can get, your skin on mine.
Eburns
remember the good times when you were young. family moments and friends. your dog. your self. because nobody will when you’re gone. it’s life, people are selfish.
TamTam
Remember. remember when we were kids? when life was simple. we had our priorities sorted out at that age. we knew what was really important, what real beauty was. remember? well keep remembering! get back to those days. remember, and you’ll truly have the good life
Ariena Van Wey
remember when we were younger? when nothing seemed as complex as it is now, and the biggest problem was admitting to liking someone. remember a few months ago, when we looked slightly different than we do now and even felt different about certain things? isn’t it crazy how change is the only constant, and all we can do to look back on the past is remember…
Elizabeth Stano
It is as struggle to remember you, to not fumble these memories and fuck up your pretty image in my head. Your face seems a little different each time it springs to my minds eye, you body seems taller or shorter, your mannerisms more or less abrupt and altered than they really were. I try to hold on to you, I really do. But your scent has gone from the apartment walls, your kisses don’t burn on my skin like road flares anymore. You are gone, and your memories are going with you, no matter how hard I try to deny it.
I remember too much. And not all of it is my own…I take them, I take them when it’s painful for them, painful for me, better for everyone. The weight, the weight nearly kills me. I don’t know how to live with so many voices. But somehow…I keep stealing them. Do you know what it tastes like, memories? Bitter. They choke me, but I keep stealing memories.
Stop me, please.
i remember when it was you and i. best friends, nothing more and nothing less. although in a perfect world i wish we were more, id rather just be the best friends we were than the nothing we are now. what changed you? youre now found popularity? well dont forget who wast there for you when that wasnt so, when you were just a face in the crowd
I remember when we were all happy. I remember when we were all pleased. I remember when the world was in better shape. I remember when things became terrible. I remember when I never noticed how terrible it was. I remember when I didn’t need to use phrases like I remember when.
I like to remember all the good times we had and forget all the bad ones that happened. However when I do this I remember that I’m lonely without you and it just makes me think of me breaking up with you…. you’re not suppose to remember someone who doesn’t want to remember you back right? Looking back just makes me sad and I take my eyes off the prize that could be ahead. So does distressing thoughts make me wise or ignorant?
Jacqueline Estrada
remember remember the fifth of november no remember that one day in fifth grade haha megan 8th grade memories. remember the time when you thought…i can’t remember what i was gonna say. don’t you hate when people do that? i wish they’d remember because it was probably something either really important, or really funny, or really mean…and they say they don’t remember it because they think it over and assume that it would offend the other person… i remember when i was actually good at this kind of stuff…
cassie
remember, as the memory fades, slips. heart beat. the beat, boom, boom, thud. it lacks of vividness, gray and gloom. not sure what lays in the crevices of that room.
When I was young, life was simple, care free, easy. What was stress? What was heart break? What was sadness? Life was jumbled up into car chases in boxes, and red stained lips from popsicles by the pool. I miss that feeling. Whatever that feeling was…
Katie
Do you remember when we would laugh and sing. Then everything changed. Your pants came down and my underwear off. Why did everything change. Do you remember when we would laugh and sing?
threewords
Remember when you were innocent. When everything was bright and new. I remember when I lost that innocence and I wish I had the chance to bring it back just for a second. Just so I can feel what it’s like to remember how good it felt to be alive and able to be thankful for everything for once. Remember to never let that go.
Sarah
I’m afraid that one day, I’ll be an old woman, with all these memories of my life, stories from the past, of people who are gone. And no one will hear them from me, and all of the memories will be lost forever.
KateMet
Remember when we were so young that nothing mattered? Remember when looks didn’t mean a thing and boys were just someone to play with? Remember when everything changed? Remember when suddenly being called “fat” changed your world? Remember when you worked and worked and worked to be “normal” and loved and the one guy you truly wanted, and still want didn’t want you back? Remember when you gained back most of the weight, and then lost it again, and then gained it back again? Remember how you feel at this very second. Don’t go back.
I remember so much about my life. remembering is such a strong sense. when you think about it, remembering is most important to your school work and to friendships. Have you ever had a friend get mad at you for not remembering something. We all have. Imagine life without remembering anything. It’d be terrible!
I can remember when I would wish for you to learn my name.
I can remember when I would pray for you to keep it in your mind all day.
Now all I can hope is that you would never forget it.
I hate remembering almost as much as I love it. Some things are so terrible to remember, but there are some things I would never want to forget. It’s funny how I remember certain things, like lyrics from an old song but I can’t remember where I left something this morning. It’s bizarre.
Me smell of a long time remember go outside with too many and take, take, take. She all say go up and do like this, but all time I make only with the things outside. Dog bark, bird chirp: take, take, take. So why I won’t?
I remember a lot of things. But it never seems like I remember the right things. I remember the scrapes but not the kisses. I remember the tears but not the laughter. Or I remember it distorted. Often I am stuck with my own mutant memories, instead of the true content.
The ability to relive life. To search through your thoughts, to relish their importance and significance in your life. To remember is to live again. It’s sometimes sweet and sometimes harsh, but always necessary.
remember the sweet days of youth, music, and love making. Remember, family and tennis and Tony. where are we going with this, I have no idea. This is a free write. I remember eatint ginger snap cookies with Daddy Ben and watching the Game of the Week on TV.
remember when i stood outside for an hour waiting for you to finally meet me? you had that awful smirk on your face, so ready to fight. and we did. and i still miss you, but mostly only in quiet, lonely moments. ironic, considering we were always so loud.
Remember to call your mother. Remember the little things in life mean a lot. Remembering is what life is all about. Remember to tie your shoe so you don’t trip and fall down. I will remember to click on this again because it is good brain exercise
I remember Adam. He was the love of my life and then, in a flash, he was gone. He died unexpectedly on June 29, 2009. I remember him every single day and love and miss him more now than I ever thought possible. If only he could still be here. If only….
i remember i time when things were simpler, money went farther, and people were kind… i think we can get back to times like those with a little hard work and patience.
I remember when you told me you loved me. Yeah, that’s all in the past. I just don’t remember how I could have believed you, when you lied to me like that. Do you remember?
I’ll remember your smile and the coy look you so often wear on your face. The shirts buttoned tall and the lanky legs you place in shorts, the lace up sneakers and the shortly worn hairdo. I’ll remember the way that could search a room with my wandering eyes for you, let my heart skip a beat, and later that night, lazily fall into dreams, nonetheless about you.
Remember me at your worst moments in life. Remember me when you go out onto the field and your umpiring a baseball game. Remember me at night when you’re alone. Remember me when you need a smile or a pick me up . Remember me because I’ll always remember you.
Remember a time when you laughed the most cried the most all at the same time. That’s your most favorite memory of all. And that’s what you aim for in life.
when we used to have fun, remember when my heart didn’t hurt, remember when I believed in myself, remember when my goals were my own, remember when i fixed this before, remember when i used to wake up happy, remember when the world didn’t hurt, remember when, remember when
Remembering simpler times when ones thoughts were not on what bills to pay but just what class to take. remembering what is was like to live and love freely without resolve. Remembering when liking oneself was peaceflul and balance.
Remembering is a painful thing. It’s game with yourself. Sometimes it’s a lying game, sometimes a fight. But sometimes, sometimes it’s that beauty right as the glass hits the floor. The moment where everything is about to fall apart, but that one second where everything hangs in the balance is the most wondrous thing you’ve ever seen. So, remember? Alright.
Remember. Remember what? Hell, I don’t know what I should remember. I feel like there should be some defining moment in my life? Don’t have one? Too bad!
Am I missing out? Did I do something wrong? I don’t know what to remember, I don’t know what’s expected.
Remember? What the Hell am I supposed to do with that?
Remember what?
remember all those days that we would spend together, lying in the grass hands entwined while the golden sun kissed our motionless bodies? it hurts to remember. i miss you every second of my existence, as if a piece of me has been torn out, left behind in those memories…
do you remember? we were sitting on the couch in your basement — or were were, before you ended up on top of me, your nose in my clavicle, your legs between mine. “BOSOM!” we laughed about. If I had any self-respect, if I was any less desperate, I would have sat up, pushed you off. But I take what I can get, your skin on mine.
remember the good times when you were young. family moments and friends. your dog. your self. because nobody will when you’re gone. it’s life, people are selfish.
Remember. remember when we were kids? when life was simple. we had our priorities sorted out at that age. we knew what was really important, what real beauty was. remember? well keep remembering! get back to those days. remember, and you’ll truly have the good life
remember when we were younger? when nothing seemed as complex as it is now, and the biggest problem was admitting to liking someone. remember a few months ago, when we looked slightly different than we do now and even felt different about certain things? isn’t it crazy how change is the only constant, and all we can do to look back on the past is remember…
It is as struggle to remember you, to not fumble these memories and fuck up your pretty image in my head. Your face seems a little different each time it springs to my minds eye, you body seems taller or shorter, your mannerisms more or less abrupt and altered than they really were. I try to hold on to you, I really do. But your scent has gone from the apartment walls, your kisses don’t burn on my skin like road flares anymore. You are gone, and your memories are going with you, no matter how hard I try to deny it.
remember, remeber, the fifth of december, when a light in the chamber made the boat just as slender
to recall the past,
but why?
why bring back which is dead?
why try to fix what is done?
there is no point in the matter.
I remember too much. And not all of it is my own…I take them, I take them when it’s painful for them, painful for me, better for everyone. The weight, the weight nearly kills me. I don’t know how to live with so many voices. But somehow…I keep stealing them. Do you know what it tastes like, memories? Bitter. They choke me, but I keep stealing memories.
Stop me, please.
and so it was that she began to laugh without realizing it; slowly and quietly, at first, a shaking of the shoulders–
i remember when it was you and i. best friends, nothing more and nothing less. although in a perfect world i wish we were more, id rather just be the best friends we were than the nothing we are now. what changed you? youre now found popularity? well dont forget who wast there for you when that wasnt so, when you were just a face in the crowd
I remember when we were all happy. I remember when we were all pleased. I remember when the world was in better shape. I remember when things became terrible. I remember when I never noticed how terrible it was. I remember when I didn’t need to use phrases like I remember when.
I like to remember all the good times we had and forget all the bad ones that happened. However when I do this I remember that I’m lonely without you and it just makes me think of me breaking up with you…. you’re not suppose to remember someone who doesn’t want to remember you back right? Looking back just makes me sad and I take my eyes off the prize that could be ahead. So does distressing thoughts make me wise or ignorant?
remember remember the fifth of november no remember that one day in fifth grade haha megan 8th grade memories. remember the time when you thought…i can’t remember what i was gonna say. don’t you hate when people do that? i wish they’d remember because it was probably something either really important, or really funny, or really mean…and they say they don’t remember it because they think it over and assume that it would offend the other person… i remember when i was actually good at this kind of stuff…
remember, as the memory fades, slips. heart beat. the beat, boom, boom, thud. it lacks of vividness, gray and gloom. not sure what lays in the crevices of that room.
Remember the feel of your skin my hand shaking as we touched, I want you but you push away. Where are you when I need you today?
When I was young, life was simple, care free, easy. What was stress? What was heart break? What was sadness? Life was jumbled up into car chases in boxes, and red stained lips from popsicles by the pool. I miss that feeling. Whatever that feeling was…
Do you remember when we would laugh and sing. Then everything changed. Your pants came down and my underwear off. Why did everything change. Do you remember when we would laugh and sing?
Remember when you were innocent. When everything was bright and new. I remember when I lost that innocence and I wish I had the chance to bring it back just for a second. Just so I can feel what it’s like to remember how good it felt to be alive and able to be thankful for everything for once. Remember to never let that go.
I’m afraid that one day, I’ll be an old woman, with all these memories of my life, stories from the past, of people who are gone. And no one will hear them from me, and all of the memories will be lost forever.
Remember when we were so young that nothing mattered? Remember when looks didn’t mean a thing and boys were just someone to play with? Remember when everything changed? Remember when suddenly being called “fat” changed your world? Remember when you worked and worked and worked to be “normal” and loved and the one guy you truly wanted, and still want didn’t want you back? Remember when you gained back most of the weight, and then lost it again, and then gained it back again? Remember how you feel at this very second. Don’t go back.