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Parfois, oui parfois, c’est bon d’oublier C’est bon d’ignorer hier et le passé Pour aller vaillamment de l’avant Pour continuer vachement avec le vent.
I don’t want to fade away I don’t want my poems to become a reflection of my worst days I don’t want my obituary to say how I was sad Or give any more attention to my dad I want to be loved
Did you know there is no word in the English language, or any other language as far as I know of, for a memory that you’ve forgotten A forgotten memory is the only way I can describe
I want edges in my jaw like ice And I want you to cut yourself upon them I want words in my mouth like venom And I want you to poison yourself on my kiss I want light in my eyes like sunshine
There is a stone sinking to the bottom of a lake. Spinning and twirling around and around to expose two initials. It doesn’t matter if they are mine though I know that they are
This had always been the plan Erasing every last memory No one would remember Except for those who chose To remember everything
There lies a way of forgetting your past, Its a big secret with hollow in its mass. Moving on is the only solution they say, I wave you to make your soul ride in its way. To break all the tyres and follow up your way,
One hour. Maybe it was less than that, But it was only that one time, It took you to ruin me. I play through every word I said, Remembering like a movie, I can never unwatch.
I wake in the morning, And the first thing I do Is start to get high To not think about you. I take a long puff To forget about your sorrow. Take another one in To forget about tomorrow.
Dear my almost lover, One day when I hear your name it won't ache. One day when I might hear your laugh I won't go running. One day when I might see you I won't go chasing after you.
I’ve been staring up at the moon wondering why it has gone so soon. Yet to know, that life is moving on even though it is long and gone.
The times of great men are now past, because we are too much exposed now for the leaven of myth and legend to swallow up the horror of what we really are.
Do you remember how we met, the memories fading quickly? Do you recall how our days used to fly so high? Do you happen to know the time we spent with each other? Or have you let the pictures be burned and cast aside?
All gone Erased from my mind Memories of past
they cannot breathebut they can seethe trees turn greenand the colorof the lake doesn’tmatter. they rememberthe color leaving their face, their body forgetting
"You don't know how to let go." Right you are, I have been lost in the dip of your throat, the curve of your mouth, the feel of your skin. I have been drenched in the past,
He was Quentin Tarantino. And she was Wes Anderson. And together they clashed. His chaos confused her, There wasn't the whimsical element she was used to.
I can't let go of the past. It isn't that simple. The memories are engraved in my brain Like the scars on skin. They play in my head over and over Like a movie on loop. If I could simply forget them
It's never is your intention But it happened nevertheless. Now your joyous arrival Leaves me in distress. I am angry with reason I am sad with distress I am disappointed with hope
You don't know how much it hurt When you came home collapsing. Words slurred together into a sentence, At least that's what I think it was. You stumbled like a baby taking its first steps,
Biten whole, broken sand and sole, shreds of something they said Love-and-loss: same breath, same bed. Forget the good and its sunny smile - 'Cause - you-and-me were all I had
You were the ghost in my closet. You told me lies in the silence. Sang me songs of violence. The whisperer of pure evil. The flies you spat flew around. As I sold you secrets by the pound.
I sometimes close my eyes and set my mind on rewind And suddenly you're there again, setting things on there ridged edges I sit neatly in your lap and try not to shift around too much,
When I call out, And ask for help Nothing seems to come. Just my echoing voice Bounces back, leaving me alone. The echo comes in your criticism, And what you point out as wrong,
Shadows are my friends, Keeping me hidden from judging eyes. Blanketing me with promise of safety, And protection of hatred. If I can't be seen by anybody, Then I can't be hurt by them.
Inspired by Billy Collins' poem of the same name The faces of the ones once loved are the first to go, blurring with new faces, or perhaps, new loves blotted on the timeline
I hope I always remember
From under this morning's sun, Carefully, Quickly, I dared sipped from it. I thought, With my eyes closed; Forget today, Let someone else take your route.
Each and every second is unique. Like fingerprints and sunsets, they are never the same. Each moment is its own. Everytime the clock moves its hand the present becomes past and,
Do you remember me? I remember you. Will you ever return? I do want you to. Do you know how long it's been? Or have you forgotten? I know how long it's been. I have it here written.
Followed by 'Forget about the war.' If only it was so easy. Events or news. Of some are seeking. A war with Iran. Brings back memories.
My own country, but I don’t own my land. I used to put my hand through the orange sand. My brother and I would count pejig, nij.
Imagine the time that you used to be able to remember. You have to imagine, because you can no longer grasp that memory. The feeling of something almost there, torments you.
I remember watching him sleep, his eyes fleeting back and forth under their lids. I remember him drawing long breaths, and his heartbeat wavering in his chest.
How quickly we come to forget Those who do not sit with us Things that don't affect us For an instant we care Then we move on It's been eight whole months... #BringBackOurGirls
Every answer is a lie, Every night it all unfolds. Only when I'd rather die Is when the truth is told. Every answer is one I hide, It scares me more than you know Because when I search,
I hope I forget your eyes And that I couldn't look way. I hope I forget your smile Because it makes me wish you'd stay. I hope I never call you When its late and I can't sleep.
I. in Appleton, Wisconsin, there is a boy named Cael who dreams of Copenhagen and draws demonic flamingo. his spine is curled the wrong way from countless years of binding.
A cloudy day
Can I take this mask off now? It smells like mold, like a forgotten fish tank Probably from all of the long trapped tears Can I take this mask off now? I cannot see through the eye slits
The sky floods with rain the earth shudders with thunder echoing my pain and every little thought I ponder. Just wash it all away... All the painful things. I lift my face up to the sky
You everything I hoped you would not becomeAnd nothing like you promised you would not be But now, you live within me
I want to dance and cry and scream, In memory of all the things we think are better forgotten. "Forgive and forget", they say. Forgive, by all means forgive, But, please don't forget?
Oh you came to my house with a fire in your eyeI was 18 and you were 25But I couldn't love you even if I triedBecause you don't even know my nameBut I can't cry for her she didn't care
I was twiddling a penny between my fingers, My mind lost as I stared at the copper coin. "Do you think of him now?"
I. I am saturated in vivid hues Painted by my culture, A life I didn’t choose, Mere stone formed into a sculpture. These decisions are not mine, A stranger’s language spoken,
I'm vulnerable for you... In this moment, my words only come out true. You say nothing but your actions show we're through. Leaving me to dwell in a reality I wish I never knew.
Lets play pretend and everything that happens we will pretend it never ever... happened Then we will wake up perferably next to each other we will wake up
She sat down wonder blown and yet far from the clowns Their banter the last thing on her mind she reached for the clouds grass lay firm beneath her body the sky ocean blue with
As I watch the sun come up each dawn; As I watch it set each afternoon;
It feels like this And It feels like that
The sky Drowns the world In silent sorrows Of its own. Oversized droplets Create a harmony Of misunderstood Memories. Like the raindrops
haunting images scattered on the floor. the cold, dirty floor. memories burning
People do not see what is in front of them
Why would he remember?
I am the one you hate and love. Everyone suspects me but no one sees me. I sit in the corner reading my book, I walk down the path smiling,
I use to remember you That way you move your hair from your face it strikes me down with nostalgia Like being struck with the badge of honor from an epiphany
My father told me he was proud of me once,
Faster than dark, from disillusioned skies Of sable silk, the stars release their grasp, Descending into bitter winds that rasp Against the feathers of a night who flies Faster than silence born of memories
That you wouldn't cross my mind in the silence. Even without any intention you creep into my head. I wish it was easy to forget you. To forget everything we've been through.
If blessed are the forgetful, then what of those who remember? I seem to never forget even the most painful details, Every word, face, smell and feeling Linger in my mind just waiting to come back.
You only write once, so make it count. Don't write about stuff that doesn't make sense- potato, hibiscus, puppies, gold. Don't write about embarassing times- I hit my foot on the chair in front of my crush.
I'm enveloped in the black abyss of nothingness, I can see everyone else up on the surface but I'm still stuck below, here alone, I can see everyone is trying to help me out,
Oh the time of time in a timeless time where not a care lingers 'round we leave ourselves and become someone else and imagination goes unbound
3 billion people And only you can affect me A thousand word And only you can change me Unlimited meanings
Why does she float around with no shame? With words that are utterly sweet yet so crisp The optimisim that lives inside of her only to express it to everyone else No matter how great of a feature on him
wasting time watching the sun set into a blood red sky feel the dry atmosphere take my life saving (G)grace taking the time to drive out my fears and shame
Unforgettably forgettable You never paid attention to her, not even if it was critical The society would see her, but she would still feel invisible You'd hear her name, and intimation owls go, "who?"
Why do you ignore me When I know that in your heart we both believe in love? Why do you forget That our souls of steel have more hope than anyone? Why do you hurt When you see this blood and rage?
I miss you, I want you, I need you, I love you. 4 different things, All said to keep me around, None will work, Not anymore.
Beneath the deep blue sky Lies the moon and sun Speaking of the many days In which are yet to come. Listening to the silence Hoping that it stays But knowing that the peace
Remember how we forgot? How we never actually played by the rules we were taught
Why can't I forget? Forget your name The way you held me so tight But I slipped through your fingertips Was it bad luck? Or bad chemistry? You let me slip When I was holding air tight onto you
I've seen those hands before In a different country far from here I've smelled that scent before But it's not like he's standing beside me Flashbacks through my senses
Do you remember Remember me I remember you Every moment Every conversation Every smile Every dream Every love Every laugh Every little Everything I remember
Overrated and complicated It’s never what is seems Never on the same page I gave him everything
I always tend to bite off more than I can chew Struggling to swallow and stick it through The meal is always pleasing to the eye But never quite leaves me satisfied
Some days I feel alone. Some days I feel hopeless. It all depends on the day. It’s hard some days. Although we are told, Do not dwell on the past. I always find myself, Looking back at mistakes.
it was the touch of your skin on mine the way your lips moved like they knew me as if they could have touched my darkest secret