memories typhoid all these memories.. will be lost.. in time. all these memories.. fragments of information, taken out of context, jumbled around and rebuilt into a new metaphor for existence. memories to go. i bet you've already forgotten. 000623 ... silvre can't combine to create a future. living in the past gets me nowhere. i have to create a new destiny every moment and let memories live in picture-books. 000803 ... lizard my wanton eyes speak of your smile in a language i never understood (except in that place that i don't touch hidden in the back of my mind) i avoid mirrors for fear of the hollow pupils i have found as my own. the ephemeral presence of you strikes me if i lie still and with all of the hope that i can scrape from my soul i wish for your presence again. i am greeted by my silence, but the memory of you never leaves me.. 000926 ... Mel-Maegamarth My mind, is full, of you/you dont want me/Take me, I beg/You dont want me Love-girl-pain-me I obsess into your eyes/You look into mine]Can you not seeI want youI need youI wont be with out you 000928 ... sabbie and my memories are like water and i cant remember what we did yesterday and all time dissovles into one and i have only ever lived last week but wandering around blather little memories like little daisy butterflies flutter around my head and i catch them carefully and spread their petals gently to show me their heart and its like experencing for the first time, all over again the things i have done and i commit what they tell me and i dream out loud by posting my poems here. 001204 ... abms haunt me 010330 ... katie legacy of life from the ruins memories of life from the echoes blood of the earth the tainted forest legacy messenger after all 010331 ... c i remember the time i sat with you in the chapel, and i was crying, and suddenly and totally unexpectedly you laid my head on your shoulder and put your arm around me. we just sat there for what seemed like hours, with me just crying and you just sitting. i will never ever forget that, it will be a memory that will be there forever. 010331 ... david streever memories of tomorrow and yesterday never my dreams are my own and i will fight for them such a vivid dreamer such a tired waker don't think you can save me by cutting of my dreams don't think you can save me by killing my dreams my dreams are more real than you are you could die if it'd meant i'd keep my dreams my dreams are my life and i would kill for them i would rather rule in hell then serve in heaven i would rather cling to falsehoods than let your truths destroy my dreams i would rather be in pain then lose my dreams i am my dreams i am my dreams i am my dreams i am my dreams 010411 ... Becky Memories: Of waking up and days anew Of sleeping in And friendly few. Of laughing softly and crying more Of holding closely And open doors. Of endless lives and lively ends Of dreamy nights And thoughtless trends. Of greener pastures and open skies Of life and death And broken Lies. 010417 ... Rayne memories are what keep you alive in my mind and in my heart. They are what cause me to remember what we had and how I lost you. If these memories didn't exist would I not miss you? Would I forget you? Would I no longer love you? If loving you hurts, let me be in pain. Let my heart remember how I love you! 010419 ... like rain. after we've faced such emptiness, can things be the same? can you ever speak to me with the same certainty of heart? and, if you do, can i believe you? 010430 ... skg memories held in my heart so i could always be with you i don't want to let them go... 010517 ... cludgefucker My brain seems to have intentionally fogged up most of the more unpleasant ones. Fuck you, brain. 010517 ... nocturnal dude, I told you I was perfectly willing to give you the other half as well. wanna rethink your rejection? offer still stands and will remain until I have to go back to school. 010517 ... snow_angel We got really high and decided it would be a nice gesture to wash her dads car. So we put the money into the car wash and began to slowly pull ahead. The water rushed on and we realized that the windows were STILL OPEN. I was Laughing harder than i ever have before, and everyone was screaming as they frantically rolled up the windows. It said to pull ahead, and She pushed down on the accelerator and we sped ahead.... I was still laughing my ass off as we jerked the car back and forth, trying to get our moneys worth without fucking up. within a minute of entering though, the "please exit slowly" sign lit up and our car was still covered in soapy foam. We ended up having to go through again, this tyme a LITTLE more cautiously. All that for nothing, except one hell of a funny memory. 010605 ... forever of what. Of crying, of fights, of beign mad at eachother, of not talking, of nothgin. is that what i am supposed tohave memiories of becuase that's what i do. i know that there was smiles, and laughter but i don't remember. 010613 ... distorted tendencies your memories are the recordings of your lifetime. if you don't have a memory of something, did it even exist? 010823 ... echo PL i went to pet a hampster and it bit my finger wipped my finger out but it was still hanging on and i ended up lonching it across the room untill it hit the wall, i felt so bda but it was teh funiest thing, everyone was laughing, my finger was gushing blood and the nurse got pissed at me cuz i was touching a rodent 010824 ... echo sorry im dislexic 010824 ... kerry i wish i could go back and erase all of the memories i don't like. i would erase you and me at the creek and you insulting me and the one where your mother made my mom cry and the one where you told your mom all these lies about me and i would erase your brother being mean to my little brother's friends and i would erase you calling that little boy gay maybe you all together. 011209 ... student another name of a local strip joint 011209 ... whoknows remember_a_day 011209 ... kitten on drugs that's all we have...but for all the good, that one bad memory will widen the gap between us for the rest of our days. hold on to the good memories...and start making some new ones without me 020101 ... Aaron small but happy memories briefly pass me by, but i don't hold on to them... a lover gone away... but some of the memories still remain.. will i feel hurt if i hold onto them.. or will they make me depressed as i let them go.. if i hold on... i still think of her.. if i let them go.. do i push myself away.. 020316 ... yummychuckle andrew smiling. 020316 ... BS Memories, it so easy to leave me... 020406 ... reitoei some we want and lose. some we hate and keep. and some are just obscure, poping at odd times, triggered by some unknown element of our minds 020406 ... silentbob on the almost_famous dvd commentary cameron crowe said that the scene where anita leaves home to become a stewardess, the whole look of that scene, what she was wearing, how she had curlers in her hair... it was all based on this photograph he had of her the day his sister left home. i liked the idea of a scene based on a photograph. Practically the whole movie. 020406 ... Arwyn I don't expect anyone to read this, much less take it seriously, but I need write this, so please forgive me..... I must have been eight or nine when mom brought him home... He was this tan and black ball of hair. All excited to have a home. We named him wolfie short for Wolfgang Amadeus... we're a musical family I suppose you could say. He was like a little brother. He had to sleep in my room and he had to be in the bathroom if I was taking a shower and growled if he heard anyone coming near it. We would wrestle.. and play together... he would sit on my feet to keep them warm in winter and beg for scraps during dinner. He was like a little brother... almost. We watched out for each other. He would supervise my work in the garden.. he was wonderful at it. Today, I got a really bad call about him. My mother told me he is going to be hit by a car. Which is code for he's going to be put to sleep. He's my dog.. my baby. And I'm never to see him again. He's never going to greet me at the door when I come home this summer for a visit. She won't even let me come home to be with him. She's not going to be there and my puppy is going to die alone, or worse he's going to die, with someone who's not family. I can't believe this is happening... my baby boy, just going to die. And I know this sounds so incredibly odd. But I grew up with him. He's been there for me/with me for almost 10 years, and nothing hurts more than knowing that i won't get to see him just once more. I'm sorry... *sobs* 020503 ... stacey memories are what enjoy most about my life, my friend past away a year ago and all those memories are still with me. all those times that we wpould call eachother up and tell eachother what we thought about the boy next door. I just wish i could have more! 020511 ... Kate My worst childhood memory occured on a very sunny Saturday when I was about 4 or 5. I remember my dad taking my brother and I up to Westlake to visit my grandfather, and then he decided to take all of us to his work so he could pick up a piece of equipment he needed. The building consisted of offices, and then a huge warehouse sort of building with lots of big machinery and shelves, and it was dark inside because my dad only turned on a few of the lights since we were the only ones there. My dad took us all into the warehouse. I was walking slowly or turned to look at something else, and the next moment, I was alone in this huge, dark warehouse. I called for my dad and ran all around trying to find them, but they were no where to be found. Finally I found an exit door and sat in front of the car outside in the sun, crying. I was so afraid that I would never find them, and I would be stuck all alone in a scary part of Cleveland to me. After a while, the three of them came out and consoled me. As a result, I was terrified at night when my mom would turn my shutters on the windows so that they made shadows against the wall of my bedroom, because they reminded me of that dark warehouse. It was a long time before I could erase that fear! 020511 ... Who Am i??????????????????? I don't have any 020616 ... kerry a log of all the things that have happened to me if i could i would forget all the unpleasant ones somehow, they are the memories that like to stick with me the most 020616 ... devalis they run through my veins and keep my heart pumping, but it skips a beat reminded of why we're not making more. 020818 ... sylvia plath maybe forgetfulness, like a kind snow, should numb and cover them. but they were part of me. they were my landscape. 020912 ... spiderweb he gave me memories. lots of them. i can even conjure up his voice to go with those bits of fleeting euphoria. i can see us