One time at band camp, I just went all out and ate as much whipped cream as I could possibly fit in my mouth at one time. I ended up getting sick and had to go home early, but it was fun. It was also delicious. Also relevant to my story, I tried eating skittles until I puked the day prior, but I never actually puked. This may end up being rooted in some deep-seated self-hatred I have, but, as a seventeen-year-old, I can’t really think that deeply about something like that.
Poopadook
remember when, life was young so young.
i always think of that country song when i think of the word remember. kinda odd how songs and words will make you remember the most random events and ideas that life gives you. like that song and when i was 8 and listened to country music.
Hannah talks in her sleep and she doesn’t realize it. Right now I am singing and that is in the past. And I like Justin Bieber. And Mumford and Sons is the most amazing band of all time. And I’m going to move to Ireland. And this isn’t remembering anything,l.
Aspen
to brush your teeth, also remember to forget, to be able to remember again. isnt it funny how remembering works you firsst have to forget right? remember to attend the meeting, remember to smile, ask how are you to someone else, to cry, to wear sunscreen like the song! kiss your mother, your children, your husband goodnight. ok so your might think why is this one so long, well ive done it three times now but i never REMEMBER to write my name and email adresses in the blanks below hahah so the back button in my browser works just fine.
AHR
I don’t think of what I remember about the past..
It makes me think of what I’m going to do tomorrow or the next day that I’m going to remember for the rest of my life.
Sydney
Taking a tight hold on the old piece of paper, I followed the instructions written in a scratchy scrawl. Turn left, walk four paces, look up, now what was it I was supposed to remember? I stared at the high ceiling looking for some clue to help me.
Helen
and just like an
old black&white photograph;
she was all greens and blues but
now she’s just
sepia tone.
aspen and me were drinking milk one time and kept making each other laugh for some reason adn then i tried to scare her but ended up scaring myself really bad and we could not stop laughing and had to run into the other room
hannah
Remember when we snuck into the boys cabin and sprayed them all with silly string right before they went to bed? Remember how tough we felt and how mad they were? Remember how the next day they snuck into our cabin at lunch and threw all our stuff in the middle of the floor?
the ability to remember is the greatest thing humans have, and it is also an annoying thing.
we want people to remember something, but they often don’t. people want you to remember something, and you often don’t.
kaorita
Remember the days of yesteryear – when the sun helped us rise each morning and the streetlights sent us to bed.
As I tighten my grasp, they slip through,
Dripping into the pool of the unrecognizable.
They are thin as water and visible as air.
The memories remain with me no longer.
I’m trying not to forget. There’s so much I need to know. I don’t want to forget, but it’s hard. I can feel it slipping slowly away. It hurts to try and hold on to those precious moments, but I keep my slipping grip with all my might. I can’t run away anymore. I have to remember.
and i start to run at the mouth. your eyes, skin, hair, lips, that stupid sweater you always wore, the shit you left in my room and never came back for. oh, i remember you all right…
Alana
Remember. I remember; I don’t think I’ll ever forget. Such a funny word, it is.
“Hey, remember that time when-”
“Remember how we used to-”
“Dude, remember the days of-”
“Ah, I can remember-”
And it goes on.
And you don’t forget.
And you won’t forget.
I remember when I was little I was a crazy child. I never new that life would be like how it is today. I wish that I could go back and fix the things that I did wrong.
dangitscaitlyn
remember when we were little and i was stupid and selfish? please please please dont remember. Im still like that of course.. just more introverted.
lucy
i remember a whole of things from my life….from my childhood to the present. i have a very good memory and sometimes there are things i wish i dont remember but remembering and regretting are two very different things and i dont regret anything because everything ive been through has made me who i am today
serena
If I could remember every detail in my life I’d be a very happy girl, indeed. I’d be able to analyse my mistakes in such detail, I would repeat them less today. I’d remember all the special moments and taste the lips of past lovers. I’d never need anyone today, because I could live off of such vivid memories for all time.
remember?
your voice
(the smell of freshly baked cookies)
the sheets curling around our entwined ankles
(breeze blowing in through the open windows)
your hand brushing my cheek,
your lips against mine,
the smell of your shampoo on a sunday afternoon
remember?
I remember when the twin towers fell. I remember when I got my first pet. I remember when my dad tried to kill me. I remember when I met my true love. I remember when he beat me. I remember when I found $26. I remember remember when I lost my best friend. Memories can be good and bad. But remembering to forget the bad ones and focus on the good ones is what’s important.
Kaitlin Smith
I remember when we used to sit among the dafodils, laughing, humming, listening to nothing.
We were content then, I think. I was happy with you in complete silence. We didn’t have a care in the world, as long as we were together. Didn’t you tell me that would be forever? Wasn’t it you that told me that we could make it out?
You taught me how to live. You taught me how to be happy. You showed me that I was able to stand up alone, without the help of another, stronger person. You showed me what it meant to be alive.
I don’t know if you remember me, but I remember you. Oh, do I. I’ll never forget your amazing smile and beautiful personality. You are everything that I want to remember. I just wish you remembered the time that you told me you loved me.
Memories ishow I remember things. Thongs Ihave done, things I havethaught. Its what makes me know what I know. It sustains my every day tasks, but it also holds me down and reminds me of regrets. The worst possible thing a person can have in there memry.
Sydnry B
remember the time you jumped into the stream and slipped on a rock. it hurt but that’s okay because i scooped you up and kissed your poor hurt knee. you smiled at me and tugged on my hair. lifting you up i swung you around as the sun glanced off your smile.
Sarahlou
emember when we were best friends? ya i do. i miss it a lot. i dont know what happened between us. actually, i do know waht happened. but i wish i could go back and change it. because this is not how it was supposed to turn out. we cant even talk to each other anymore. do you know how sad that is? i really miss you. and i shouldnt b ecause i should be done with you, but no i am not over you. Can we please be friends again? i remember everything so clearly. i remember how u made me feel, our ichats. My birthday party. i remember when u gave me that beautiful necklace. how could i ever forget? i miss him .
remember when we were in love?
Everything was rosy and we laughed a lot. Then we started getting real and getting on each other’s nerves. That part was sad.
BEX
I remember the smell of your hoodie when you hugged me close. I remember the way your eyes shown when you laughed and how mischievous you could be. I remember the way you used to call me “princess” when I was being difficult, how your hair would fall in your eyes while you slept. I remember how contagious your laugh was and how I used to dream about you every night . . . and still do. I remember the way you would make fun of me and the way your lips felt on my forehead. But most of all, I remember how when you smiled at me, you looked me right in the eye and I knew in the pit of my stomach that you were really seeing me. I love how things have still only gotten better with time.
When I was seven years old, you were a panda bear and I was a grasshopper. I thought I was psychic. I thought I could fly, the sky could fall in, futures were bright and shiny and made of plastic. You thought I was crazy.
When I was nine years old, you told me that you were the crazy one, not me. “Tarnished,” you said.
Kerri
I remember the way you squinted your eyes all freckly and pulled your paisley fleece socks up your hairy ankles
georgia
Remember the memory of the blue sky and the green grass and the girl you should have kissed. Do you remember? I do. I remember your dopey smile and your shaking hands and I remember your face as I turned and walked down the road away.
Remember, you can still kiss me, if you can find me.
Ella
me and you
remember?
those nights at your house
under soft white satin sheets
our ankles touching
in a sea of delicate fabric?
or maybe you remember
my goodbye kiss
two seconds before you closed your eyes
and fell asleep.
featherb
remember when i would try spend everyday with you
i would want you to kiss me waiting for that moment
remember when you loved me
& i loved you
vanessa
i remeber a lot of things. somethings that i shouldnt care so much about or shouldnt even care about at all. i need to let go of those things: the car crash, the scars, the actions, the fears, and the darkness. i just want to remeber the people who helped me through those times.
cmoore
I remember when I lived in the House of Cards. Although it seems many years ago, I can still remember it. The smells, sounds, feelings, and emotions are still as real to me as this present moment. I remember. I cannot seem to forget. No matter what efforts I place forward, I always remember. Always remember.
The memories are always going to be the same. The warm touch of her skin. The wonder in her eyes every time she looked at me. It was as if she were a gift from some higher plane. coming to me as if in a dream. but that’s all they will ever be now. memories.
macland ring
I like to remember everthing. Everything that goes through my head, dont lose a thing. Everything is valuable and useful. To make up a solid remembering strucutre. I dont want to forget a thing since now.
Valentina Fernandez
Remember the time I lost you? How we were never going to see one another again? How we hoped and waited and prayed, even though we are atheist. Remember how our love felt like color? It was a vibrant peach color. But when i lost you it drained away to a grey blue….like the tears were when i cried every night. Remember how we yearned for the others heat when we went to sleep? holding one another in our arms? Not wanting sex but just being close like no one else could be to the other. I wish we could remember it perfectly. I loved you more than anything and i wish i could remember the color of it and the warmth and your scent. But now the world is stained with grey. All the melting colors of a peach have melted into nothingness. Without you i cannot see or feel anything. My heart has closed off yet again from where you had saved it. From that yearning abyss of darkness and hate and suspicion that all humans have succumbed to at one point of another. But now my heart is broken even more. Now there is nothing holding me back from that abyss which curses our race. Nothing.
I remember when we first met.You knocked on my door,wearing some old Levis.I admired your beautiful blue eyes and chocolaty,brown hair.You were perfect.
To remember can be both a burden and a gift. An ability as well as a fun past time. What ever the motive, to remember is to relive a moment for ones own personal torture or pleasure.
I want to remember everything about us so that when I start to doubt, I have a thousand memories to prove me wrong. I remember that last time we made love. I want you again and again. I will remember.
One time at band camp, I just went all out and ate as much whipped cream as I could possibly fit in my mouth at one time. I ended up getting sick and had to go home early, but it was fun. It was also delicious. Also relevant to my story, I tried eating skittles until I puked the day prior, but I never actually puked. This may end up being rooted in some deep-seated self-hatred I have, but, as a seventeen-year-old, I can’t really think that deeply about something like that.
remember when, life was young so young.
i always think of that country song when i think of the word remember. kinda odd how songs and words will make you remember the most random events and ideas that life gives you. like that song and when i was 8 and listened to country music.
Hannah talks in her sleep and she doesn’t realize it. Right now I am singing and that is in the past. And I like Justin Bieber. And Mumford and Sons is the most amazing band of all time. And I’m going to move to Ireland. And this isn’t remembering anything,l.
to brush your teeth, also remember to forget, to be able to remember again. isnt it funny how remembering works you firsst have to forget right? remember to attend the meeting, remember to smile, ask how are you to someone else, to cry, to wear sunscreen like the song! kiss your mother, your children, your husband goodnight. ok so your might think why is this one so long, well ive done it three times now but i never REMEMBER to write my name and email adresses in the blanks below hahah so the back button in my browser works just fine.
I don’t think of what I remember about the past..
It makes me think of what I’m going to do tomorrow or the next day that I’m going to remember for the rest of my life.
Taking a tight hold on the old piece of paper, I followed the instructions written in a scratchy scrawl. Turn left, walk four paces, look up, now what was it I was supposed to remember? I stared at the high ceiling looking for some clue to help me.
and just like an
old black&white photograph;
she was all greens and blues but
now she’s just
sepia tone.
aspen and me were drinking milk one time and kept making each other laugh for some reason adn then i tried to scare her but ended up scaring myself really bad and we could not stop laughing and had to run into the other room
Remember when we snuck into the boys cabin and sprayed them all with silly string right before they went to bed? Remember how tough we felt and how mad they were? Remember how the next day they snuck into our cabin at lunch and threw all our stuff in the middle of the floor?
the ability to remember is the greatest thing humans have, and it is also an annoying thing.
we want people to remember something, but they often don’t. people want you to remember something, and you often don’t.
Remember the days of yesteryear – when the sun helped us rise each morning and the streetlights sent us to bed.
As I tighten my grasp, they slip through,
Dripping into the pool of the unrecognizable.
They are thin as water and visible as air.
The memories remain with me no longer.
I’m trying not to forget. There’s so much I need to know. I don’t want to forget, but it’s hard. I can feel it slipping slowly away. It hurts to try and hold on to those precious moments, but I keep my slipping grip with all my might. I can’t run away anymore. I have to remember.
and i start to run at the mouth. your eyes, skin, hair, lips, that stupid sweater you always wore, the shit you left in my room and never came back for. oh, i remember you all right…
Remember. I remember; I don’t think I’ll ever forget. Such a funny word, it is.
“Hey, remember that time when-”
“Remember how we used to-”
“Dude, remember the days of-”
“Ah, I can remember-”
And it goes on.
And you don’t forget.
And you won’t forget.
I remember when I was little I was a crazy child. I never new that life would be like how it is today. I wish that I could go back and fix the things that I did wrong.
remember when we were little and i was stupid and selfish? please please please dont remember. Im still like that of course.. just more introverted.
i remember a whole of things from my life….from my childhood to the present. i have a very good memory and sometimes there are things i wish i dont remember but remembering and regretting are two very different things and i dont regret anything because everything ive been through has made me who i am today
If I could remember every detail in my life I’d be a very happy girl, indeed. I’d be able to analyse my mistakes in such detail, I would repeat them less today. I’d remember all the special moments and taste the lips of past lovers. I’d never need anyone today, because I could live off of such vivid memories for all time.
remember?
your voice
(the smell of freshly baked cookies)
the sheets curling around our entwined ankles
(breeze blowing in through the open windows)
your hand brushing my cheek,
your lips against mine,
the smell of your shampoo on a sunday afternoon
remember?
I remember when the twin towers fell. I remember when I got my first pet. I remember when my dad tried to kill me. I remember when I met my true love. I remember when he beat me. I remember when I found $26. I remember remember when I lost my best friend. Memories can be good and bad. But remembering to forget the bad ones and focus on the good ones is what’s important.
I remember when we used to sit among the dafodils, laughing, humming, listening to nothing.
We were content then, I think. I was happy with you in complete silence. We didn’t have a care in the world, as long as we were together. Didn’t you tell me that would be forever? Wasn’t it you that told me that we could make it out?
You taught me how to live. You taught me how to be happy. You showed me that I was able to stand up alone, without the help of another, stronger person. You showed me what it meant to be alive.
I don’t know if you remember me, but I remember you. Oh, do I. I’ll never forget your amazing smile and beautiful personality. You are everything that I want to remember. I just wish you remembered the time that you told me you loved me.
Because I remember. Oh, do I remember…
Memories ishow I remember things. Thongs Ihave done, things I havethaught. Its what makes me know what I know. It sustains my every day tasks, but it also holds me down and reminds me of regrets. The worst possible thing a person can have in there memry.
remember the time you jumped into the stream and slipped on a rock. it hurt but that’s okay because i scooped you up and kissed your poor hurt knee. you smiled at me and tugged on my hair. lifting you up i swung you around as the sun glanced off your smile.
emember when we were best friends? ya i do. i miss it a lot. i dont know what happened between us. actually, i do know waht happened. but i wish i could go back and change it. because this is not how it was supposed to turn out. we cant even talk to each other anymore. do you know how sad that is? i really miss you. and i shouldnt b ecause i should be done with you, but no i am not over you. Can we please be friends again? i remember everything so clearly. i remember how u made me feel, our ichats. My birthday party. i remember when u gave me that beautiful necklace. how could i ever forget? i miss him .
remember when we were in love?
Everything was rosy and we laughed a lot. Then we started getting real and getting on each other’s nerves. That part was sad.
I remember the smell of your hoodie when you hugged me close. I remember the way your eyes shown when you laughed and how mischievous you could be. I remember the way you used to call me “princess” when I was being difficult, how your hair would fall in your eyes while you slept. I remember how contagious your laugh was and how I used to dream about you every night . . . and still do. I remember the way you would make fun of me and the way your lips felt on my forehead. But most of all, I remember how when you smiled at me, you looked me right in the eye and I knew in the pit of my stomach that you were really seeing me. I love how things have still only gotten better with time.
When I was seven years old, you were a panda bear and I was a grasshopper. I thought I was psychic. I thought I could fly, the sky could fall in, futures were bright and shiny and made of plastic. You thought I was crazy.
When I was nine years old, you told me that you were the crazy one, not me. “Tarnished,” you said.
I remember the way you squinted your eyes all freckly and pulled your paisley fleece socks up your hairy ankles
Remember the memory of the blue sky and the green grass and the girl you should have kissed. Do you remember? I do. I remember your dopey smile and your shaking hands and I remember your face as I turned and walked down the road away.
Remember, you can still kiss me, if you can find me.
me and you
remember?
those nights at your house
under soft white satin sheets
our ankles touching
in a sea of delicate fabric?
or maybe you remember
my goodbye kiss
two seconds before you closed your eyes
and fell asleep.
remember when i would try spend everyday with you
i would want you to kiss me waiting for that moment
remember when you loved me
& i loved you
i remeber a lot of things. somethings that i shouldnt care so much about or shouldnt even care about at all. i need to let go of those things: the car crash, the scars, the actions, the fears, and the darkness. i just want to remeber the people who helped me through those times.
I remember when I lived in the House of Cards. Although it seems many years ago, I can still remember it. The smells, sounds, feelings, and emotions are still as real to me as this present moment. I remember. I cannot seem to forget. No matter what efforts I place forward, I always remember. Always remember.
The memories are always going to be the same. The warm touch of her skin. The wonder in her eyes every time she looked at me. It was as if she were a gift from some higher plane. coming to me as if in a dream. but that’s all they will ever be now. memories.
I like to remember everthing. Everything that goes through my head, dont lose a thing. Everything is valuable and useful. To make up a solid remembering strucutre. I dont want to forget a thing since now.
Remember the time I lost you? How we were never going to see one another again? How we hoped and waited and prayed, even though we are atheist. Remember how our love felt like color? It was a vibrant peach color. But when i lost you it drained away to a grey blue….like the tears were when i cried every night. Remember how we yearned for the others heat when we went to sleep? holding one another in our arms? Not wanting sex but just being close like no one else could be to the other. I wish we could remember it perfectly. I loved you more than anything and i wish i could remember the color of it and the warmth and your scent. But now the world is stained with grey. All the melting colors of a peach have melted into nothingness. Without you i cannot see or feel anything. My heart has closed off yet again from where you had saved it. From that yearning abyss of darkness and hate and suspicion that all humans have succumbed to at one point of another. But now my heart is broken even more. Now there is nothing holding me back from that abyss which curses our race. Nothing.
I remember when we first met.You knocked on my door,wearing some old Levis.I admired your beautiful blue eyes and chocolaty,brown hair.You were perfect.
To remember can be both a burden and a gift. An ability as well as a fun past time. What ever the motive, to remember is to relive a moment for ones own personal torture or pleasure.
I want to remember everything about us so that when I start to doubt, I have a thousand memories to prove me wrong. I remember that last time we made love. I want you again and again. I will remember.