I remember our first kiss. It was under the moon and stars. In the grass. It was sweet and simple and calm and beautiful. It showed me how worth it you are. I remember and it gives me warmth and I smile. I love you. I always will. Because I remember.
Sam
“Remember Christ Jesus.” That’s the essence of the Christian faith. In all things, Remember Jesus. He live righteously for you. He died in your place. Remember Him. Remember His blood, shed for you. Remember Him and Worship Him.
remember me? i was the one who help you.. you see, you remember the bugis street? you were sitting there and you left your card and then I called you but you could not hear me, your friend noticed me and he took it for you
Valencia Winata
I remember good things, but bad things too and I would like to forget many things. And I hope that I would remember things of my grandfather.
It’s impossible not to. In fact, it’s almost painful to try not to. How can I not remember the way you made me feel? Not remember the feelings of love that we shared? Not remember the yearning… the alignment… everything about it was so real. And yet, so very imaginary.
I try not to. My head being so addled, the meats within shaken into paste, I can’t, as a matter of fact. What were we talking about again? Who are you? Whose pants are these?
Thade blinked as the sun tried its best to filter through his closed eyes. “Stupid mornings…” he mumbled, rolling onto his side. The boy ruffled his bed-flattened hair, pausing as the feeling rushed back memories of a dream. Gold and green, a mother’s touch as she ruffled his hair with a gentle hand. The dream again. He smiled and rubbed his chest as he always did. It was nice to talk to her.
I remember a time when the sun rose and never went down
I remember when I didn’t have to shave my legs
I remember when I saw the future as an epic adventure
I remember when I didn’t know how to tell time
I remember running through the neighborhood eating melting popsicles
I remember breathing without worrying who is watching
But now I can’t remember how to get there.
Natalie
I remember that one night, we stayed up talking for hours. The first night we connected. The night you told me my eyes were like that stars, and my hair was like the sun. I remember your arms around me most. Strong arms, that held me, safe and secure.
stephthedreaded
I remember when I was secure in who I was, and I felt like I could conquer the world. I was 5! What has this life done to me? Where did that self love and confidence go?
Andi E
Remember everything.
Everything you hated. Everything you loved. Every mistake you made, and every mistake you’re bound to make.
Because this is it.
Remember.
Ashley
Remember, remember the fifth of november. What a memory bank I have of amazing things that God has done for me. He’s brought wonderful people into my life. Remember Ryan? Remember Stephen? Remember Mark? So many great lessons.
Connie Kendall
“Remember Yesterday when I said we were nearly out of Cornflakes?”
“Yeah.”
“Well now we’re out of Cornflakes.”
“Damn.”
remember the day that we went out to the coast? I’ve heard that since that sun-kissed summer the beaches have altered beyond imagining – hotels, attractions, nothing like the place we grew to love.
Jo
Remember
Remember when
Remember when the Fox-Trot was cool,
Elvis was king,
and all you ever really needed was just two channels on your T.V
Remember
Remember when
Remember when we thought anything was possible…
Remember when we believed?
How to remember and what to remember. Our memories are so subjective to our own view points.
Lisa
remember me.
when im old and grey.
we will have a sunny day.
don’t you think we belong arm and arm?
we’ll go our separate ways for a while.
but i know that we’ll be together again soon.
you might find me anyway…
people moving like fish when they’re scared..
and they’ll sing the same old song..
even though its been so long.
remember me.
because i miss you so…
remember movies people places remember childhood grandparents pain forgiveness death birth family living friends enemies tragedy over exaggeration stories lies truths unfortunate things caterpillars and acorns alphabet school set dusty roads tons of regret mom dad things sad happy thoughts sports games preteen wish for fame aristocrats funny hats tacos food
MM
Remember that time we were down by the docks? It was night, or pretty close. And I was stressed, it had been a bad day. One of those days that leaves your shoulders in knotty tangles. But that had been day and this was night, and you were holding me down by the docks. That was the one good thing that had happened, and it made that day near perfect.
miss, memory, good old days, past happiness, sorrow, mystery. holding on to the past. smile, tears of the past. bad memory, hard to remember. let go of the past.
Rabia
I remember so many things from my childhood. Good things. Good rememberings. Those were the days way back in the sixties when an 8 year old could get out of bed on a Saturday morning and head outside into the sunshine and warmth of a sunny day and not think about coming home until the street lights came on in the late evening.
Sandra
I remembered the day I was on the wooden swing, being gently yet firmly pushed by him. There was a little grunt every time he pushed me higher, nearly into the branches of the tree the swing hung from, but he would insist on continuing to push me. He was fine, he insisted. There was nothing wrong.
Little did I know
All the boys all the Fu. High school was great college was hard friends were the best in high school so much fun no regrets love of a lifetime boys with cars Cozumel with th girls college spri g break rollerskating with boys slow dancing
jen
“Remember!” thats what she screamed at the overwhelming river of grey bodies moving blindly. they walked in large swooping circles like a herd. they moved, they didn’t see and they never remembered the life that they had.
Clairisa knew that one day, no matter how much she screamed she would loose herself, all the warmth would flow out of her cheeks, and she would resign to walking in circles too. she would resign to forget, the duty of the dead.
i can’t remember anything because my mind is a sieve and thoughts and memories fall through the holes. i can’t remember the day i first met you. did i think you were handsome first, or did i think you were charming what was it that first drew my eyes to you?
natalia Sarkissian
remember the time that you used to sing,
the time that you used to cry, to feel, to hurt.
remember those times fondly, because at one time, it meant something.
remember those times and don’t forget.
remember those times and move on.
i don’t like this word because it’s stupid and bothers me but mostly i don’t want to write about it because it’s a bad word to have to write about and almost any other would be better because i can’t remember anything i remember to write about so now i’m writing this which is somewhat too bad so yeah and now i’m done
dszfgxhcj
last year. the year before that. the years before that. every year its the same.
Tania
I remember the rain earlier – pounding on the brand new surprise skylight in our hallway and the bedroom window. A dark shadow had come over the room and I felt both dragged down by it and also comforted – as I was safe and dry inside.
don’t forget. you need to remember. can’t forget. refuse to forget. memorabilia. please. you need to keep it in your memory.recall past events. live in them. alive. live.
Brittany
memories, care, forget, keep, always, get pass it, kater in life, regret, lessons, people, love, hate, feeling, emotions, childhood, maturing
miha
I remember the best days where those days on the porch–the wrap around porch with the green awning and the white wicker flower boxed filled with red geraniums. The swing used to creak and I had to be sure to pace the swinging with mom’s if I wanted to be able to sit there.
Jamie
remember is to think about something and feel what you felt as you were living that moment. you can’t remember everything even if you want to
Catherine
I remeber you, of course, I was 15 and you 16, we where rebels in our minds, we thought we could love without saying a word, we could only breath the nice air in the night
Jimena
Remember when. This is the only thing that I remember, walking through the arbor, setting upon the setting sun. Once upon a time is an invitation to remember what one has never experienced. On the other hand leaves off an entire hand that one might have remembered.
Aden
doyou remember that time in 10A new media
when all the phones turned off
and all the computers died
and in the end everyone just was happy for a moment
eating munchkins
looking at aden
smiling
time is running out
today is our last class
ill remember all of you
dont worry
we’re facebook friends anyway
so how could i forget you?
women
women
women
drinking!!!!!
last sentences suck anyway
teghvir
remember is the best way to live all those good times. remember is travel in time. Is live again. remember is also feel pain again for those bad times.
I remember our first kiss. It was under the moon and stars. In the grass. It was sweet and simple and calm and beautiful. It showed me how worth it you are. I remember and it gives me warmth and I smile. I love you. I always will. Because I remember.
“Remember Christ Jesus.” That’s the essence of the Christian faith. In all things, Remember Jesus. He live righteously for you. He died in your place. Remember Him. Remember His blood, shed for you. Remember Him and Worship Him.
remember me? i was the one who help you.. you see, you remember the bugis street? you were sitting there and you left your card and then I called you but you could not hear me, your friend noticed me and he took it for you
I remember good things, but bad things too and I would like to forget many things. And I hope that I would remember things of my grandfather.
It’s impossible not to. In fact, it’s almost painful to try not to. How can I not remember the way you made me feel? Not remember the feelings of love that we shared? Not remember the yearning… the alignment… everything about it was so real. And yet, so very imaginary.
I can remember a lot of things that I learn just from reading random things, not just from things in school.
I try not to. My head being so addled, the meats within shaken into paste, I can’t, as a matter of fact. What were we talking about again? Who are you? Whose pants are these?
Do you remember when….? I hate how many memories I’ve lost through the years. So many good times. But I suppose the best are ones I do remember?
i can remember things. i remember the time i fell on a giant tree root. and the time my dog stepped on my face.
Thade blinked as the sun tried its best to filter through his closed eyes. “Stupid mornings…” he mumbled, rolling onto his side. The boy ruffled his bed-flattened hair, pausing as the feeling rushed back memories of a dream. Gold and green, a mother’s touch as she ruffled his hair with a gentle hand. The dream again. He smiled and rubbed his chest as he always did. It was nice to talk to her.
I remember a time when the sun rose and never went down
I remember when I didn’t have to shave my legs
I remember when I saw the future as an epic adventure
I remember when I didn’t know how to tell time
I remember running through the neighborhood eating melting popsicles
I remember breathing without worrying who is watching
But now I can’t remember how to get there.
I remember that one night, we stayed up talking for hours. The first night we connected. The night you told me my eyes were like that stars, and my hair was like the sun. I remember your arms around me most. Strong arms, that held me, safe and secure.
I remember when I was secure in who I was, and I felt like I could conquer the world. I was 5! What has this life done to me? Where did that self love and confidence go?
Remember everything.
Everything you hated. Everything you loved. Every mistake you made, and every mistake you’re bound to make.
Because this is it.
Remember.
Remember, remember the fifth of november. What a memory bank I have of amazing things that God has done for me. He’s brought wonderful people into my life. Remember Ryan? Remember Stephen? Remember Mark? So many great lessons.
“Remember Yesterday when I said we were nearly out of Cornflakes?”
“Yeah.”
“Well now we’re out of Cornflakes.”
“Damn.”
remember the day that we went out to the coast? I’ve heard that since that sun-kissed summer the beaches have altered beyond imagining – hotels, attractions, nothing like the place we grew to love.
Remember
Remember when
Remember when the Fox-Trot was cool,
Elvis was king,
and all you ever really needed was just two channels on your T.V
Remember
Remember when
Remember when we thought anything was possible…
Remember when we believed?
How to remember and what to remember. Our memories are so subjective to our own view points.
remember me.
when im old and grey.
we will have a sunny day.
don’t you think we belong arm and arm?
we’ll go our separate ways for a while.
but i know that we’ll be together again soon.
you might find me anyway…
people moving like fish when they’re scared..
and they’ll sing the same old song..
even though its been so long.
remember me.
because i miss you so…
remember movies people places remember childhood grandparents pain forgiveness death birth family living friends enemies tragedy over exaggeration stories lies truths unfortunate things caterpillars and acorns alphabet school set dusty roads tons of regret mom dad things sad happy thoughts sports games preteen wish for fame aristocrats funny hats tacos food
Remember that time we were down by the docks? It was night, or pretty close. And I was stressed, it had been a bad day. One of those days that leaves your shoulders in knotty tangles. But that had been day and this was night, and you were holding me down by the docks. That was the one good thing that had happened, and it made that day near perfect.
miss, memory, good old days, past happiness, sorrow, mystery. holding on to the past. smile, tears of the past. bad memory, hard to remember. let go of the past.
I remember so many things from my childhood. Good things. Good rememberings. Those were the days way back in the sixties when an 8 year old could get out of bed on a Saturday morning and head outside into the sunshine and warmth of a sunny day and not think about coming home until the street lights came on in the late evening.
I remembered the day I was on the wooden swing, being gently yet firmly pushed by him. There was a little grunt every time he pushed me higher, nearly into the branches of the tree the swing hung from, but he would insist on continuing to push me. He was fine, he insisted. There was nothing wrong.
Little did I know
All the boys all the Fu. High school was great college was hard friends were the best in high school so much fun no regrets love of a lifetime boys with cars Cozumel with th girls college spri g break rollerskating with boys slow dancing
“Remember!” thats what she screamed at the overwhelming river of grey bodies moving blindly. they walked in large swooping circles like a herd. they moved, they didn’t see and they never remembered the life that they had.
Clairisa knew that one day, no matter how much she screamed she would loose herself, all the warmth would flow out of her cheeks, and she would resign to walking in circles too. she would resign to forget, the duty of the dead.
i can’t remember anything because my mind is a sieve and thoughts and memories fall through the holes. i can’t remember the day i first met you. did i think you were handsome first, or did i think you were charming what was it that first drew my eyes to you?
remember the time that you used to sing,
the time that you used to cry, to feel, to hurt.
remember those times fondly, because at one time, it meant something.
remember those times and don’t forget.
remember those times and move on.
i don’t like this word because it’s stupid and bothers me but mostly i don’t want to write about it because it’s a bad word to have to write about and almost any other would be better because i can’t remember anything i remember to write about so now i’m writing this which is somewhat too bad so yeah and now i’m done
last year. the year before that. the years before that. every year its the same.
I remember the rain earlier – pounding on the brand new surprise skylight in our hallway and the bedroom window. A dark shadow had come over the room and I felt both dragged down by it and also comforted – as I was safe and dry inside.
don’t forget. you need to remember. can’t forget. refuse to forget. memorabilia. please. you need to keep it in your memory.recall past events. live in them. alive. live.
memories, care, forget, keep, always, get pass it, kater in life, regret, lessons, people, love, hate, feeling, emotions, childhood, maturing
I remember the best days where those days on the porch–the wrap around porch with the green awning and the white wicker flower boxed filled with red geraniums. The swing used to creak and I had to be sure to pace the swinging with mom’s if I wanted to be able to sit there.
remember is to think about something and feel what you felt as you were living that moment. you can’t remember everything even if you want to
I remeber you, of course, I was 15 and you 16, we where rebels in our minds, we thought we could love without saying a word, we could only breath the nice air in the night
Remember when. This is the only thing that I remember, walking through the arbor, setting upon the setting sun. Once upon a time is an invitation to remember what one has never experienced. On the other hand leaves off an entire hand that one might have remembered.
doyou remember that time in 10A new media
when all the phones turned off
and all the computers died
and in the end everyone just was happy for a moment
eating munchkins
looking at aden
smiling
time is running out
today is our last class
ill remember all of you
dont worry
we’re facebook friends anyway
so how could i forget you?
women
women
women
drinking!!!!!
last sentences suck anyway
remember is the best way to live all those good times. remember is travel in time. Is live again. remember is also feel pain again for those bad times.