I remember being little and wondering how I would be at 16. I wish I knew what I thought, how I pictured myself compared to how I am now. I’m pretty sure it would be different. I don’t think I would have guessed getting into the things I do now, things I would have thought wrong at the time, but I love my life now.
Sadie
remember pain remembering your life without pain. remember the days when my grandmother was still alive. Her days at the zoo and the library. Remembering the hours spent studying only to forget a few simple answers on a test. remember your 20’s.
Barb
pain. I love it/ but that I guess that’s what memory is. pain. I”m also drunk. yay. so I fuess what’s why remember hurts. becuase of alcholhol. yay for beign a drunk alchoholic writer. maybe one day I’ll get published. running out of time. oh noooo!!!!!
Alikzs
how it felt the first time you saw them?
The way your heart thuded in your chest as though it were to burst before they touched you.
How their kiss felt upon your lips.
that heat of their skin prickling against yours.
Remember the first time…
every time….
brittany
I can’t ever remember my name let alone remember what to say when the word remember comes into my head. Its like im searching and running but nothing is comeing. I just can’t remember. The word alone makes me feel crazy. Its like you just keep repeating patterns in your head over and over. Fuck remember. I don’t like it one bit.
colton
what you have forgotten, it will never leave your subconsciousness. Don’t forget to remember what is important and what has made a difference in your life.
always. remember.
KM
I remember one day. She remembered one day. How long ago was it, she and I ask. Who knows, and who really cares? We’re apart now, she in eternity, I still walking…but only on one leg.
Andrew Braun
whenever i try and remember something it always leads to me just going through subject after subject, and eventually ending on a topic that has absolutely nothing to do with what i originally tried to remember. i have a really good memory, so that’s kind of what leads to me going all over the place. if i try and pinpoint
ralph
I remember happiness, ignorance, apprehensiveness
I remember toys
I remember closeness
I remember belonging and feeling
I remember feeling positively
as opposed to now
I wish I can’t remember at all.
it’s really fucked up now
I miss you.
Petr
remember that time when we were friends. that time when we understood each other. when everything was real; everything was good. we were happy, you and I. the greatest of friends. we helped each other. we made jokes with each other. we had conversations on msn that were truly epic and memorable.
who are you today? you’re not the same person I once knew…
Nedda
i seem to remember a time when i wasn’t exhausted
erin
the one who went to where you knew not. But only if besides the love, there was the perception of another’s grief, So sad, my sorrow. In one way, blessed. In another, dazed and blank.
miguelj
That I will always lov eyou no matter what you say or do or make me into
I have not been here yet and I will not go with you
Never have I seen the earth as I have lately in your eyes
a reflection
GLobed
and taken for granted
I hate what I am without this.
James Stonecypher
remember all the people living life in peace youhooo-hooohoo. just remember where you came fro and don’t think so much about where you’re going right now. Remember all the times you thought you wouldn’t mak it in the past and how you got through that and then remember me and try not to get too mad. Just forget. Don’t rmember last time
juan
I remember that I can’t remember things very well. I like trying to remember shit and I usually remember well if I can think long enough. Like a camera, I have to take shit in and out of focus. It’s pretty cool actually, like expanding the lense or some shit. XD Pretty awesome actually. But if I don’t focus it’s a big, black whole. I hate that part.
Amanda
There is so much I remember, but what I seem to remember most are the spaces that replace the things I cannot remember any longer and for whatever reason. It scares me to know what I have forgotten. How does one determine which pieces of information to retain and which to lose? For if I have lost some of my memories than I have also lost part of myself, part that I cannot get back.
Marisa
remember when life was simple
starr
I remember when the clouds opened up and truth shined down on through to the valley below enlightening a whole village full of people. What they were to experience in these next few moments would completely change their lives forever and forever I now remember.
James Wetzel
i remember that time i had to remember shit for this thing i’m doing right now. i had to remember what i could possible right about the word remember. Remember the time that i spilled the cup/of apple juice/in the hall/please tell mom this is not her fault. i don’t care, i like blink 182. you probably don’t. thats alright, you’re an elitist.
dylan
remember?
remember that time i laughed so hard, nachos came flinging out of my nose and it made you laugh hard, too. nachos didn’t come out of your nose though, i kind of regret that. i really should have waited until we were both eating so that when i stopped laughing and started grabbing my nose in pain, you would have too, moments later.
but really, it was a fun time. i mean that. you know i’m not good with words, but any guy that can make me laugh unchewed food out of my nose must have something going for them.
emi k.
remember when summer meant something? i do. I remember the weather being incredible, the sky turning a lazy yellow at night, and living abysmally through a lazy day to go out and really live during the night. I remember when I didn’t care about what I was doing, but who I was doing it with.
Noah H.
lol i remember
danglo
I remember the day I found that cat. It weighs down on me like the ocean on the helpless sand. We named him Whiskers. How unoriginal, yet endearing. I never forgot Whiskers.
Lauren
memories are such loose, subjective things. people think they remember stuff. i encounter it at work all the time: “i remember dropping that book in the bookdrop!”
Later, if they are honest, they will find it and bring it back, admit they were wrong. but most people are too embarrassed, or don’t like to think that their memories are faulty, that what they know for sure, they remember so clearly, is pure imagination.
I know how subjective memory is. we create our own. we believe them, yet they aren’t real. but they’re true enough, eh?
knowing that they aren’t real why can’t we just quit creating the bad memories? let’s all focus on imagining happy memories for ourselves.
Jamie
I remember it well. First lines of one of my favorite Damien Rice songs, although I can’t REMEMBER the name of it at the moment. Funny. Remembering is something I feel like I do far too often. It’s almost masochistic at times, but what can I do? I’m only human. Remember only what is necessary. I think. Although that’s impossible.
Katie
I remember so much. I remember my childhood, my dreams, my fears. I remember being sexually assaulted and all the crying that followed. On the abuse and all the shattering glass, from which I bled. I cannot remember happiness though. It is the sad reality of my life. The goodness is what I cannot seem to recall. I cannot remember. Nothing.
Kati Asbury
i will always remember scott kulzer. he has that big curly brown hair, which i love! also, he has piercing green eyes that make me melt. scott is feisty and he likes to smoke cigarettes. no matter what he does he always seems to make me smile.
sallie
What is it to remember? Are all my memories real or are they fiction? I live in a world filled with potential lies and future memories. Even now I don’t remember what I am writing about, but I will never forget you!
ryan egan
I try to remember the important things that have happened in my life. It is important to reflect on what we have done because it helps us realize what we may do, and if we can change the direction we are going.
Luke
I wish I could remember more things. My short term memory is horrible, and there’s so many memories that have slipped through my mind. This is why I take photographs–they’re a reference point, an freeze-frame image that I can look at and the memories come flooding back. Photographs are more than pictures–they’re little snippets of time that can be carried around in pockets, in albums, on dashboards, and in frames.
Carly Cedermark
Do you remember the fith of november? not many other people do. It’s a significant time in our world history, that not many tend to remember.
Jonathan Slater
I remember the time long ago when I stepped into the stream for the first time. It was August, but the water was cold. I could feel it prick against my skin, and I could never grow used to it. I still feel that prick, every time I cross that stream. But, I’ve not gone back for years, because my brother loved that spot.
Adam J.K.
Remember when you were a kid? That’s what remember means to me. Remember reminds me of all of the things that have happened in my life that I hold dear. That’s how it should be for all of us, though. The word Remember should always remind you of your closest memories. Your first kiss, first love. Your closest friend’s funeral, your closest family member’s first time they said they loved you.
You should always remember why you remember.
Jack
remember when we could walk down the road, no knife no fear of being hurt. remember when you and i held hands, while we walked through the park, you dance with me once. we danced and shared a icecream. remember?
Bk
this word makes me think, my cousin died 3 years ago, and it seems like it happened only a couple of months ago, this word speaks for everything that one sees, touches, hears, and smells
zach
remember the times when nothing was …
B Grande
All those things that you tend to forget. Like to bring your lunch to work, and not to forget your coffee cup on the top of your car. I need to remind myself to remember. It is not as easy as it looks.
Jessi
When we used to ride our bikes down to the baseball field. We’d sneak across that fence just to see those horses, to pet their noses, to be with them for just a minute. Loved the times.
Cathy
I remember the cool wet grass in march. we used to lay in one spot for days and watch the world spin past us. it was perfection those times we didn’t exist.
deyna cimino
me and my friends during the time we were like brothers. It was very nice thinking about the girls and the games we were used to play.
I remember being little and wondering how I would be at 16. I wish I knew what I thought, how I pictured myself compared to how I am now. I’m pretty sure it would be different. I don’t think I would have guessed getting into the things I do now, things I would have thought wrong at the time, but I love my life now.
remember pain remembering your life without pain. remember the days when my grandmother was still alive. Her days at the zoo and the library. Remembering the hours spent studying only to forget a few simple answers on a test. remember your 20’s.
pain. I love it/ but that I guess that’s what memory is. pain. I”m also drunk. yay. so I fuess what’s why remember hurts. becuase of alcholhol. yay for beign a drunk alchoholic writer. maybe one day I’ll get published. running out of time. oh noooo!!!!!
how it felt the first time you saw them?
The way your heart thuded in your chest as though it were to burst before they touched you.
How their kiss felt upon your lips.
that heat of their skin prickling against yours.
Remember the first time…
every time….
I can’t ever remember my name let alone remember what to say when the word remember comes into my head. Its like im searching and running but nothing is comeing. I just can’t remember. The word alone makes me feel crazy. Its like you just keep repeating patterns in your head over and over. Fuck remember. I don’t like it one bit.
what you have forgotten, it will never leave your subconsciousness. Don’t forget to remember what is important and what has made a difference in your life.
always. remember.
I remember one day. She remembered one day. How long ago was it, she and I ask. Who knows, and who really cares? We’re apart now, she in eternity, I still walking…but only on one leg.
whenever i try and remember something it always leads to me just going through subject after subject, and eventually ending on a topic that has absolutely nothing to do with what i originally tried to remember. i have a really good memory, so that’s kind of what leads to me going all over the place. if i try and pinpoint
I remember happiness, ignorance, apprehensiveness
I remember toys
I remember closeness
I remember belonging and feeling
I remember feeling positively
as opposed to now
I wish I can’t remember at all.
it’s really fucked up now
I miss you.
remember that time when we were friends. that time when we understood each other. when everything was real; everything was good. we were happy, you and I. the greatest of friends. we helped each other. we made jokes with each other. we had conversations on msn that were truly epic and memorable.
who are you today? you’re not the same person I once knew…
i seem to remember a time when i wasn’t exhausted
the one who went to where you knew not. But only if besides the love, there was the perception of another’s grief, So sad, my sorrow. In one way, blessed. In another, dazed and blank.
That I will always lov eyou no matter what you say or do or make me into
I have not been here yet and I will not go with you
Never have I seen the earth as I have lately in your eyes
a reflection
GLobed
and taken for granted
I hate what I am without this.
remember all the people living life in peace youhooo-hooohoo. just remember where you came fro and don’t think so much about where you’re going right now. Remember all the times you thought you wouldn’t mak it in the past and how you got through that and then remember me and try not to get too mad. Just forget. Don’t rmember last time
I remember that I can’t remember things very well. I like trying to remember shit and I usually remember well if I can think long enough. Like a camera, I have to take shit in and out of focus. It’s pretty cool actually, like expanding the lense or some shit. XD Pretty awesome actually. But if I don’t focus it’s a big, black whole. I hate that part.
There is so much I remember, but what I seem to remember most are the spaces that replace the things I cannot remember any longer and for whatever reason. It scares me to know what I have forgotten. How does one determine which pieces of information to retain and which to lose? For if I have lost some of my memories than I have also lost part of myself, part that I cannot get back.
remember when life was simple
I remember when the clouds opened up and truth shined down on through to the valley below enlightening a whole village full of people. What they were to experience in these next few moments would completely change their lives forever and forever I now remember.
i remember that time i had to remember shit for this thing i’m doing right now. i had to remember what i could possible right about the word remember. Remember the time that i spilled the cup/of apple juice/in the hall/please tell mom this is not her fault. i don’t care, i like blink 182. you probably don’t. thats alright, you’re an elitist.
remember?
remember that time i laughed so hard, nachos came flinging out of my nose and it made you laugh hard, too. nachos didn’t come out of your nose though, i kind of regret that. i really should have waited until we were both eating so that when i stopped laughing and started grabbing my nose in pain, you would have too, moments later.
but really, it was a fun time. i mean that. you know i’m not good with words, but any guy that can make me laugh unchewed food out of my nose must have something going for them.
remember when summer meant something? i do. I remember the weather being incredible, the sky turning a lazy yellow at night, and living abysmally through a lazy day to go out and really live during the night. I remember when I didn’t care about what I was doing, but who I was doing it with.
lol i remember
I remember the day I found that cat. It weighs down on me like the ocean on the helpless sand. We named him Whiskers. How unoriginal, yet endearing. I never forgot Whiskers.
memories are such loose, subjective things. people think they remember stuff. i encounter it at work all the time: “i remember dropping that book in the bookdrop!”
Later, if they are honest, they will find it and bring it back, admit they were wrong. but most people are too embarrassed, or don’t like to think that their memories are faulty, that what they know for sure, they remember so clearly, is pure imagination.
I know how subjective memory is. we create our own. we believe them, yet they aren’t real. but they’re true enough, eh?
knowing that they aren’t real why can’t we just quit creating the bad memories? let’s all focus on imagining happy memories for ourselves.
I remember it well. First lines of one of my favorite Damien Rice songs, although I can’t REMEMBER the name of it at the moment. Funny. Remembering is something I feel like I do far too often. It’s almost masochistic at times, but what can I do? I’m only human. Remember only what is necessary. I think. Although that’s impossible.
I remember so much. I remember my childhood, my dreams, my fears. I remember being sexually assaulted and all the crying that followed. On the abuse and all the shattering glass, from which I bled. I cannot remember happiness though. It is the sad reality of my life. The goodness is what I cannot seem to recall. I cannot remember. Nothing.
i will always remember scott kulzer. he has that big curly brown hair, which i love! also, he has piercing green eyes that make me melt. scott is feisty and he likes to smoke cigarettes. no matter what he does he always seems to make me smile.
What is it to remember? Are all my memories real or are they fiction? I live in a world filled with potential lies and future memories. Even now I don’t remember what I am writing about, but I will never forget you!
I try to remember the important things that have happened in my life. It is important to reflect on what we have done because it helps us realize what we may do, and if we can change the direction we are going.
I wish I could remember more things. My short term memory is horrible, and there’s so many memories that have slipped through my mind. This is why I take photographs–they’re a reference point, an freeze-frame image that I can look at and the memories come flooding back. Photographs are more than pictures–they’re little snippets of time that can be carried around in pockets, in albums, on dashboards, and in frames.
Do you remember the fith of november? not many other people do. It’s a significant time in our world history, that not many tend to remember.
I remember the time long ago when I stepped into the stream for the first time. It was August, but the water was cold. I could feel it prick against my skin, and I could never grow used to it. I still feel that prick, every time I cross that stream. But, I’ve not gone back for years, because my brother loved that spot.
Remember when you were a kid? That’s what remember means to me. Remember reminds me of all of the things that have happened in my life that I hold dear. That’s how it should be for all of us, though. The word Remember should always remind you of your closest memories. Your first kiss, first love. Your closest friend’s funeral, your closest family member’s first time they said they loved you.
You should always remember why you remember.
remember when we could walk down the road, no knife no fear of being hurt. remember when you and i held hands, while we walked through the park, you dance with me once. we danced and shared a icecream. remember?
this word makes me think, my cousin died 3 years ago, and it seems like it happened only a couple of months ago, this word speaks for everything that one sees, touches, hears, and smells
remember the times when nothing was …
All those things that you tend to forget. Like to bring your lunch to work, and not to forget your coffee cup on the top of your car. I need to remind myself to remember. It is not as easy as it looks.
When we used to ride our bikes down to the baseball field. We’d sneak across that fence just to see those horses, to pet their noses, to be with them for just a minute. Loved the times.
I remember the cool wet grass in march. we used to lay in one spot for days and watch the world spin past us. it was perfection those times we didn’t exist.
me and my friends during the time we were like brothers. It was very nice thinking about the girls and the games we were used to play.