when.. that one time you laughed, cried, got hurt but got back up, did something that made you happy. something you were proud about. got over a fear, a good memory with a friend, realized that what you were doing wasnt what you wanted. the good times, that ended, just to start new ones. loving something, finished something you started. listened to a great song, saw something that made you go awwe. heard/saw something that made you think.
brandi
Remember me?
I used to be your best friend.
And then you stabbed me in the back. You couldn’t even stand up for me. Don’t get me wrong, I miss you as a friend. But the fact that you could turn on me kills me. I’m not surprised they did. But I’m surprised you did. Because I thought what we had was better than that.
So remember me. Your old best friend.
Sydney
I remember a lot of things. Memories are to be remembered, happy ones, sad ones, painful ones.
But the ones that one can never seem to forget are the ones that make you drift off into thought. Maybe the ones that you wish could happen again.
No, the ones that you can never seem to forget are the ones you can never seem to remember.
i remember the balmy summer evening srolling on the beach which was bathed in the dusky light of a summer sunset, my heart skipped a beat as i gazed in to your enchanting eyes, a feeling of love i will never forget, always remember, i love you.
dani mc
Do you remember when we first met? I sure do. Remeber when I had the hots for Edward? That was gross. SoM was such a lovely time. I miss it. I didn’t hate anybody. I wasn”t power-hungry. I wasn’t egotistical. I was perfect. I loved my 10 minutes on stage. People loved me and I was hardly onstage. Now that I rule the world, no one recognizes it. What a shame. I could have been legendary.
Trina
Remember the lost, remember the fallen, remember the wounded. Remember the forgotten. Remember the remembered, because they are forgetting themselves.
I am forgetting myself
I want to remember everything again.
Before everything happened
And didn’t happen
I am slipping away.
to love yourself and take care of what you need to remembe r to floss and take care of your health live evry day to be happy joyful and loving to all the exis around yu. call your fiends and your mom often and love whom you oive with under the same roof with respect care consideration patience and spoil all the girls.
shannon
what it used to be
us
what?
to take out the trash
last time
for the last time
Christmas
your day
what matters
something
what we were
what you can
Remember the plans we had for the future
that never were
and never will be
because now is the future
and there is nothing to remember
and dust will wash away our dreams
and memories
remember the times when you didnt want to go
when you stayed in your house
when you should have said no
when time passed you by
and now you regret
all that once was
but soon you’ll forget
I remember when I wasn’t so hopelessly enraptured. It wasn’t so long ago, I don’t think. I managed to get over him a while ago, but now…I feel like such a girl! Ugh, it’s an annoying thing, the stereotype. I can’t help it though. One and a half months until he gets back!
remember the night when we slept one next to each other, you’ve been holding me in your arms… and we wanted so badly to kiss each other? that was the best night of my life. so tensed, so unbelievable
Zsofi
Of course. Of course we are supposed to remember. But what if I don’t feel like looking back? I always look back and forth and back and forth and what if today I feel like looking forward? I always feel like looking forward I just have trouble doing it. and getting a word like remember today is not conducive to curing my back and forth life whiplash. Geez.
L
I WAS THERE – I REALLY WAS -WHATEVER YOU SAY ABOUT THE WHITE BEAR – i WAS THERE WHEN IT CAME THROUGH THE CURTAINS SMASHING GLASS AND WOOD – HOW COULD i FORGET ITS BREATH AND THE BL;ACK DEADNESS OF ITS EYES WANTING NOTHING FROM ME OR FOR ME – o YES i REMEMBER YOU
It’s sometimes hard to remember how it is back home. I mean, I know in my heart that back home people are less fickle, and that they don’t have radical ‘seasons’ like here, and that we do things for the long-run instead of… well, this. But it’s hard to pin down specific memories. It’s as if it’s starting to fade. Maybe I’m turning into one of them, slowly? A terrible fate, I think. Or is it? People are happy, here. Fickle, but happy. I… I don’t remember if people were this happy back home.
I don’t know how I got to this point, where I can’t look back without getting angry. The memories should make me stronger, make me feel like it was a learning experience. Make me see how good all the bad did in shaping me. This is me now, thanks to the past. I should be grateful for the pain. It was worth it, right? But, I just remember and my fists clench.
I always say that I remember the unimportant things and forget the really important things, but maybe I’m wrong. Maybe I’ve just wrongly assigned the importance of the things that I do and don’t remember.
Remembering is life. Memory is everything we have. The present is never in stone, never here. It’s either coming or going, but it is only caught by what we remember. So life is remembering. Anything else is just a fleeting moment in time.
Kelly B.
remember the time when people used thee, thine, and old english like they do in Shakespeare? I wish that was still true of today. Old language has so much more character than it does now, what with slang and innuendo and all the other crap we’ve invented…. language is timeless, I just wish it’d stay the way it was.
Clayton Bontrager
Remember, remember. President Eyring tells us to remember the hand of God in all things by keeping a journal. I’ve tried to get my children to understand the importance of noticing His hand in our lives. At least they keep a journal, maybe someday they will get the rest.
Raejean
I remember holding your hand the last time we were together. You just smiled, and looked into my eyes.
I remember you wrapping your arms around me.
I remember you telling me I wasn’t worth it.
I remember you telling me how much better she was than me. I remember heartbreak.
I remember you. How your blue gray eyes could be so warm or so cold.
Tori Elaine
Remember Amelia.
Remember her, you say
When you’ve forgotten
Already
Remember to be happy
Remember to love
That’s what she’d say
Remember all the things
She’d want you to
Not just her
She’s more than a name
She’s Amelia
Amelia
Remember her
Please
Remember her
Amelia
Ophelia
…………………………………. i remember all those times i forgot to study for a test.
tommy
Don’t ever forget the times that we have shared. Cherish them forever. Carry them in your heart, in your soul, and think back on them with a smile on your face. No one can take away what we shared, the times we laughed, and moments we couldn’t catch our breath. Keep me with you forever.
Amber
One word can break a peaceful heart
One word can mend a broken heart
One word can heal the sick
One word can curse the saint
Twaha
there are just om many things to remember. Maybe the coke I had for lunch. a pretty good thing to remember i’d say… it was sweet and cold. perfect for a warm spring day.
liz
I can’t remember a time when remembering wasn’t important to me. You always have stuff to remember and I don’t always remember it all. If remembering is so darn important then why don’t we have better rememberers?
i remember that time we went to the zoo and took pictures in that tree that looked like a vagina. and i remember that time i went to niagara falls and saw how pretty it was and now i want to go back. and i also remember the behemoth at candas wonderland. thats all i remember. jk but it was great times i love amusement parks.
sometimes I don’t remember anything. My name, my address or what I had for lunch. I simply don’t remember… maybe because I’ve been thinking about something bigger and better: you.
mf
everything
love
good times
bad times
me
love
lessons
that time we ate bagel bites and you took my hand and kissed it and told me you loved me
us
to call me when you say you will
we’re hanging out this week
i love you
friends
enemies
and accept
and move on
to buy milk
malden
I remember the first time I saw you. You were perfect. You were absolute perfection. I was too scared to say anything to you, i think you knew that. I just looked at you in awe. I knew about you. I knew all about you. And you knew about me, too.
KTRAP
remember, remember the fifth of december
i remember you
remember those times, when you and I we were together
it’s hard to remember but it’s impossible to forget
do you remember?
Veronika
i don’t ever want to know the feeling again- empty. that feeling where i know that you’re not happy, which makes my pain even worse. i don’t ever want to feel that way again, when i almost had you. when you were right within my reach, but impossible to have. i don’t want to lose you again. remember, i love you. please don’t let me go.
Thoughts of past days. Glory, Triumph, Failure. Friends, family, life.
Cheyne Joslin
i remeber when everyone used to be happy and nobody had any problems and all i had was happiness and though everything was perfect. now that ive grown i know that its not so and the world is made up of problems.
wendy
I remember how everyone was nice back then. I remember the trees and how they looked before spring. I remember summer last year and I know I’ll never forget this year’s summer as well.
mari
Remember the time you and i stayed up all night? it was just us two and the rest didnt matter. you were there for me and i was there for you and outside of that our lives sucked, we had nothing i was leaving and you couldnt let her go becasue of what had happened in the past.and reguardless we loved eachother with a fire that would burn for the rest of our lives.I love you tim.
CAG
I remember everything. Starting as early as age 2 weeks of age. Many detailed memories which amaze my family when they confirm the stories I relate to them about things that happened then. And the toddler years were even more clear to me. But ask me what day this is or what I had for breakfast yesterday and I draw a blank. Now what is up with that? I’ve never heard of such a thing. Has anyone else had this experience?
paulie aragon
i remember how music used to be so much better. and i remember how i used not to care about anything. good times. good times.
..
Do you remember, dear, the time we sat together and listened to the rain? It was getting late, and the storm was getting bad. That’s the reason I ended up staying at your house, remember? We sat together, listening to the rain pound down on the roof, feeling untouchable. Safe, even. Together. I remember.
when.. that one time you laughed, cried, got hurt but got back up, did something that made you happy. something you were proud about. got over a fear, a good memory with a friend, realized that what you were doing wasnt what you wanted. the good times, that ended, just to start new ones. loving something, finished something you started. listened to a great song, saw something that made you go awwe. heard/saw something that made you think.
Remember me?
I used to be your best friend.
And then you stabbed me in the back. You couldn’t even stand up for me. Don’t get me wrong, I miss you as a friend. But the fact that you could turn on me kills me. I’m not surprised they did. But I’m surprised you did. Because I thought what we had was better than that.
So remember me. Your old best friend.
I remember a lot of things. Memories are to be remembered, happy ones, sad ones, painful ones.
But the ones that one can never seem to forget are the ones that make you drift off into thought. Maybe the ones that you wish could happen again.
No, the ones that you can never seem to forget are the ones you can never seem to remember.
i remember the balmy summer evening srolling on the beach which was bathed in the dusky light of a summer sunset, my heart skipped a beat as i gazed in to your enchanting eyes, a feeling of love i will never forget, always remember, i love you.
Do you remember when we first met? I sure do. Remeber when I had the hots for Edward? That was gross. SoM was such a lovely time. I miss it. I didn’t hate anybody. I wasn”t power-hungry. I wasn’t egotistical. I was perfect. I loved my 10 minutes on stage. People loved me and I was hardly onstage. Now that I rule the world, no one recognizes it. What a shame. I could have been legendary.
Remember the lost, remember the fallen, remember the wounded. Remember the forgotten. Remember the remembered, because they are forgetting themselves.
I am forgetting myself
I want to remember everything again.
Before everything happened
And didn’t happen
I am slipping away.
to love yourself and take care of what you need to remembe r to floss and take care of your health live evry day to be happy joyful and loving to all the exis around yu. call your fiends and your mom often and love whom you oive with under the same roof with respect care consideration patience and spoil all the girls.
what it used to be
us
what?
to take out the trash
last time
for the last time
Christmas
your day
what matters
something
what we were
what you can
Remember the plans we had for the future
that never were
and never will be
because now is the future
and there is nothing to remember
and dust will wash away our dreams
and memories
remember the times when you didnt want to go
when you stayed in your house
when you should have said no
when time passed you by
and now you regret
all that once was
but soon you’ll forget
I remember when I wasn’t so hopelessly enraptured. It wasn’t so long ago, I don’t think. I managed to get over him a while ago, but now…I feel like such a girl! Ugh, it’s an annoying thing, the stereotype. I can’t help it though. One and a half months until he gets back!
remember the night when we slept one next to each other, you’ve been holding me in your arms… and we wanted so badly to kiss each other? that was the best night of my life. so tensed, so unbelievable
Of course. Of course we are supposed to remember. But what if I don’t feel like looking back? I always look back and forth and back and forth and what if today I feel like looking forward? I always feel like looking forward I just have trouble doing it. and getting a word like remember today is not conducive to curing my back and forth life whiplash. Geez.
I WAS THERE – I REALLY WAS -WHATEVER YOU SAY ABOUT THE WHITE BEAR – i WAS THERE WHEN IT CAME THROUGH THE CURTAINS SMASHING GLASS AND WOOD – HOW COULD i FORGET ITS BREATH AND THE BL;ACK DEADNESS OF ITS EYES WANTING NOTHING FROM ME OR FOR ME – o YES i REMEMBER YOU
It’s sometimes hard to remember how it is back home. I mean, I know in my heart that back home people are less fickle, and that they don’t have radical ‘seasons’ like here, and that we do things for the long-run instead of… well, this. But it’s hard to pin down specific memories. It’s as if it’s starting to fade. Maybe I’m turning into one of them, slowly? A terrible fate, I think. Or is it? People are happy, here. Fickle, but happy. I… I don’t remember if people were this happy back home.
I don’t know how I got to this point, where I can’t look back without getting angry. The memories should make me stronger, make me feel like it was a learning experience. Make me see how good all the bad did in shaping me. This is me now, thanks to the past. I should be grateful for the pain. It was worth it, right? But, I just remember and my fists clench.
I always say that I remember the unimportant things and forget the really important things, but maybe I’m wrong. Maybe I’ve just wrongly assigned the importance of the things that I do and don’t remember.
Remembering is life. Memory is everything we have. The present is never in stone, never here. It’s either coming or going, but it is only caught by what we remember. So life is remembering. Anything else is just a fleeting moment in time.
remember the time when people used thee, thine, and old english like they do in Shakespeare? I wish that was still true of today. Old language has so much more character than it does now, what with slang and innuendo and all the other crap we’ve invented…. language is timeless, I just wish it’d stay the way it was.
Remember, remember. President Eyring tells us to remember the hand of God in all things by keeping a journal. I’ve tried to get my children to understand the importance of noticing His hand in our lives. At least they keep a journal, maybe someday they will get the rest.
I remember holding your hand the last time we were together. You just smiled, and looked into my eyes.
I remember you wrapping your arms around me.
I remember you telling me I wasn’t worth it.
I remember you telling me how much better she was than me. I remember heartbreak.
I remember you. How your blue gray eyes could be so warm or so cold.
Remember Amelia.
Remember her, you say
When you’ve forgotten
Already
Remember to be happy
Remember to love
That’s what she’d say
Remember all the things
She’d want you to
Not just her
She’s more than a name
She’s Amelia
Amelia
Remember her
Please
Remember her
Amelia
…………………………………. i remember all those times i forgot to study for a test.
Don’t ever forget the times that we have shared. Cherish them forever. Carry them in your heart, in your soul, and think back on them with a smile on your face. No one can take away what we shared, the times we laughed, and moments we couldn’t catch our breath. Keep me with you forever.
One word can break a peaceful heart
One word can mend a broken heart
One word can heal the sick
One word can curse the saint
there are just om many things to remember. Maybe the coke I had for lunch. a pretty good thing to remember i’d say… it was sweet and cold. perfect for a warm spring day.
I can’t remember a time when remembering wasn’t important to me. You always have stuff to remember and I don’t always remember it all. If remembering is so darn important then why don’t we have better rememberers?
i remember that time we went to the zoo and took pictures in that tree that looked like a vagina. and i remember that time i went to niagara falls and saw how pretty it was and now i want to go back. and i also remember the behemoth at candas wonderland. thats all i remember. jk but it was great times i love amusement parks.
sometimes I don’t remember anything. My name, my address or what I had for lunch. I simply don’t remember… maybe because I’ve been thinking about something bigger and better: you.
everything
love
good times
bad times
me
love
lessons
that time we ate bagel bites and you took my hand and kissed it and told me you loved me
us
to call me when you say you will
we’re hanging out this week
i love you
friends
enemies
and accept
and move on
to buy milk
I remember the first time I saw you. You were perfect. You were absolute perfection. I was too scared to say anything to you, i think you knew that. I just looked at you in awe. I knew about you. I knew all about you. And you knew about me, too.
remember, remember the fifth of december
i remember you
remember those times, when you and I we were together
it’s hard to remember but it’s impossible to forget
do you remember?
i don’t ever want to know the feeling again- empty. that feeling where i know that you’re not happy, which makes my pain even worse. i don’t ever want to feel that way again, when i almost had you. when you were right within my reach, but impossible to have. i don’t want to lose you again. remember, i love you. please don’t let me go.
Thoughts of past days. Glory, Triumph, Failure. Friends, family, life.
i remeber when everyone used to be happy and nobody had any problems and all i had was happiness and though everything was perfect. now that ive grown i know that its not so and the world is made up of problems.
I remember how everyone was nice back then. I remember the trees and how they looked before spring. I remember summer last year and I know I’ll never forget this year’s summer as well.
Remember the time you and i stayed up all night? it was just us two and the rest didnt matter. you were there for me and i was there for you and outside of that our lives sucked, we had nothing i was leaving and you couldnt let her go becasue of what had happened in the past.and reguardless we loved eachother with a fire that would burn for the rest of our lives.I love you tim.
I remember everything. Starting as early as age 2 weeks of age. Many detailed memories which amaze my family when they confirm the stories I relate to them about things that happened then. And the toddler years were even more clear to me. But ask me what day this is or what I had for breakfast yesterday and I draw a blank. Now what is up with that? I’ve never heard of such a thing. Has anyone else had this experience?
i remember how music used to be so much better. and i remember how i used not to care about anything. good times. good times.
Do you remember, dear, the time we sat together and listened to the rain? It was getting late, and the storm was getting bad. That’s the reason I ended up staying at your house, remember? We sat together, listening to the rain pound down on the roof, feeling untouchable. Safe, even. Together. I remember.
music
books
piano
love
ocean
dead
mind
brain
dust
world
life
happy
sad