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forgotten
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mareberry
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i thought it had an impact, i thought i might change you in some way. but now i've learned that no matter what my actions, what my words, all i have done and all i will do is forgotten.
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990505
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allie
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when you go, will i be forgotten? when you leave me, will you leave our memories? or will you take a piece of me with you? as i know i will keep a piece of you here.
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990524
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jennifer
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I have all but forgotten the last words I never said to you. When you last held me in your arms and you swore you'd never let me go. When you gathered me close, in a tangle of flesh and spirit, and you smelled the scent of me, and I did likewise. And though it has been ages, since we held in the fair embrace, I can still feel your warm skin touch mine. And I bare a constant reminder that you lied. You said you'd never leave me. You said you'd love me forever, and you would never let harm come to me, in any way. Then you had to leave. You just disappeared and I have yet to tell you the words that I wish I had uttered so many nights ago, the words that I hate myself for saying, for feeling. And I can't bring myself to say them... even now.
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andrea
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In the darkness of my misery, I feel someone brush by me. But, when I reach out to try & feel who is there, my searching hands, my clawing fingers are only met with empty space. Why is it that I am the only one who is here longing for all they have been given? Why am I so unlucky? What have I done to deserve this? I fear I have been exorcised from all of their minds & memories. My traces washed clean. Have I been pushed so far to the back of their minds that they can no longer hear the echoes of my voice longing to laugh with theirs? Or feel the touch of my hand? Can they no longer recollect the image I worked so hard to build? copyright 1999
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mad madame mim
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Les fils oubliés Armalite, lumières de la rue, lieux de la nuit A la recherche d'un sniper sur le toit, une vipère, un combattant La mort dans l'ombre, il te mutilera, te blessera, te tuera Pour une veille cause oubliée, sur des rivages pas si étrangers Garçons baptisés par la guerre, morphine, courant glacé, mauvais rêves Servant de numéros sur des médaillons pour chien, boules de chiffons, sacs de sable Ta copine a épousé ton meilleur ami, fin de l'amour, stylo empoisonnée Ta chair rampera toujours, te tournant et te retournant pendant ton sommeil Les blessures qui brûlent si profondément, ta mère s'assoit sur le bord du monde Quand les caméras commencent à tourner Des points de vues panoramiques ressuscitent la foule meurtrière Ton père vide une autre bière, il est l'un des seuls qui inquiètent Quittant la sécurité de son fauteuil de living Pour ramper derrière la coque d'un navire sarrasin Et donc je patrouille dans la vallée à l'ombre du tricolore Je dois craindre le mal car je suis mortel et les mortels ne peuvent que mourir Se posant des questions, implorant des réponses à des guetteurs sans noms Et sans visages qui dévalent les couloirs tapissés de White Hall Qui ordonne profanation, mutilation, masturbation verbale Dans leur faux intérieurs bureaucratiques protégés Pasteur, pasteur prend soin de tes enfants, ne les dirige pas Vers la damnation pour éliminer ceux qui voudraient pêcher contre toi Pour qui est le Royaume, le Pouvoir, la Gloire pour toujours et depuis toujours Halte ! qui va là ! la mort, approche mon ami ... Tu es juste un autre cercueil dans la descente du couloir d'émeraudes Où les regards de pierre d'enfants pleurent ta mort avec le sourire D'un terroriste, le bras des poseurs de bombes place des cadeaux de feu sur des rayons de supermarché Les allées chantent, dans une détonation déchirante, un enfer provisoire fils oubliés Depuis les queues des allocations chômage jusqu'au régiment Une profession en un clin d'œil Mais rappelles-toi des engagement du lundi quand tu courrais de porte en porte Dans les infos un pays te pleure, ton soldat inconnu fait les comptes Pendant une seconde tu seras célèbre mais à titre posthume Les fils oubliés Ils sont toujours oubliés Couronne de roses, ils tomberont tous Paix sur terre et douce pitié, maman Brown a perdu son enfant Juste un autre fils oublié
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emily
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...am i?.....by you?...
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000531
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WingedSerpent
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forgotten, but not gone. Heh.
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000531
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Zoe
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i would never want to be forgotten by you, and i will never forget you.
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000717
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the ice queen
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if everything i do not know and cannot have and do had just been forgotten i could dredge it up from the muck of other lives i've lived but it's not there. like an abyss of all this knowledge i'm supposed to know. maybe i knew it, it just faded and grew into the huge void it is now, or my habit for conveniently forgetting ill thoughts and occurances had etched this out as well. i like to pretend i was a queen (ice queen is my nickname - because i'm so incredibly not tan, not b/c i'm cold) and i never mingled with all these common people that i am surrounded by now. hmph. snooty snooty
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001028
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chanaka
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look at all these people around me online and on drugs who won't dare talk to me why do i keep them around? though i am never spoken to i am always entertained and endlessly forgotten at the same time
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001028
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lift
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Forgotten...remembered it is all the same. Though I think this without much in the way of rational thought... I remember a time when I thought it would be infinitely saddening, but now I know everything will just blend... Much as that right in the light.
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010225
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Sol
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I forget how it is that i laugh and cry, i wander at the moment, no more human than a rock or a breeze, the land will soon forget my footsteps, if they even register, i have forgotten why i am doing what i am doing, even as i do it, i even forget what i am doing, i just do it because i have forgotten what else there is to do. Its quite a bland state of mind, but for the moment i will put up wiht it, i have forgotten what im waiting for to stop it, but never mind im ok, i have forgotten how to be bored
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010402
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*Ziima*
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I am forgotten in this bustling world. I am forgotten among the arts and music that most leave behind. If I am ever remembered, it will be a miracle.
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010402
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carden
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i sit alone in my room door closed listening to the commotion people running by music playing, singing people continue on with their lives i sit alone in my room....forgotten
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010402
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lostchild
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they'd care if they knew. i'm sure / i hope.
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010627
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Casey
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Well here I am again. They all go off and watch a movie somewhere. While I'm stuck here alone. They all say they are my friends, but I don't know sometimes
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010627
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Sondra
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what my father has done to me......and what i've done to what he's done to me
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011007
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Rid of the Slug
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I will always love you and I will never forget, nor forgive.
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011026
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girl_jane
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I’ll go to sleep, Wake up in the morning, And I’ll pretend I have no heart. I'll forget about tonight And all the nights before this. The ones I felt the same And even the nights I was happy Then I'll have no memories No pain No senses what so ever
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020207
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Freak
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Left to a single parent when I was still young and tender........long lost.....and forgotten.
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020430
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squint
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i was forgotten in jotted lines on that clever sheet of paper streched underneath his scribbling claws. I was blurry facts and I was a statistical mess just words and somebody's pay day. it felt just like my every other day and the curtains are closing because i give up, the audience isn't clapping anymore. and I'm paying them to listen to my betraying monologue.
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020430
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VCell
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in every cloud, which covers my sky, rain falls. for every drop of rain there are stones on which they tumble. from every rock, upon which prisms of water shatters, rivers begin to flow. on these rivers are my sailboats. each drifting to the gulf of my tomorrow. today i sail the Never Forgotten. above her mast is the sunshine, splashing through the clouds in rainbows of her tenderness. upon her deck is the sweet scent of rainfall, warm and wet, where i sleep off tomorrow cradled in the storm. i lift my face in the silver mist, breathing in. opening my eyes i find my self alone upon a gentle sea surrounded by the fog, reminding me of yesterday, hiding the sun far beneath the sky upon the Never Forgotten.
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020612
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jg
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I'm sure you've not thought of me since you left. That makes me sad. Do you think of me and not of anything else? Do you think of someone else? I wish I knew. I wish you weren't so far from me.
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020612
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cheer-up-emo-kid
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I'd rather be forgotten than to be remembered for giving in
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020728
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trin
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nothing hurts worse than to be forgotten by your best friend in their attempt to fill their heart with someone else.
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020729
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Eowithien
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I am forgotten. They've left my soul behind. My soul is forgotten. They left it because of the long climb. They've climbed up to some paradise, a place I don't want to go. I've been forgotten to go to the place that is forgotten where are the people and all the things are forgotten
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030220
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megan
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i wish i could remember how to make you smile again. it's been so long.
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030220
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xXShadow_GoddessXx
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I am forgotten. Lost. Stolen. Raped from my past and full future. I am forgotten...
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030726
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peyton
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I sometimes want to remember what I've forgotten and sometimes I wish forgotten would remember me
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031013
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Zeke
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trailing behind a mist of truth in the process of becomming when lasting concretion is imploded on the ghosts of the real in a past that leads to a future lost to me
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4gotten~soul
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sourrounded in a world that has forsaken me for never fully being what they wanted me to be. forgotten is what i pray for because forgotten children want get beatten anymore
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031124
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Lemon_Soda
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Everything is forgotten, but nothing is truly gone.
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031124
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Jane Doe
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Why must you play with me as if I were a toy from your past? You know, the kind where you pick up every now and then, and right after all the memories come back, you put it back up on the hard wooden shelf, before the next time you pick it up again. Well I'm not playing your game anymore, it's to painful: I was sold at a garage sale.
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queen of darkness
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when something is fogotten... it ends... when will they forget me?
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040131
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Fierce
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He will never remember me again. And I love it.
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040203
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ItGirl
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"Maybe it means we should remember to remembr that we forgot them." I remembered today driving along and suddenly trying to recall your voice, your face, the words you said. I could not... I had forgotten... the details of your face have faded to a blur. At first I was glad... relieved to have lost that memorie of you and yet I felt a little more lost with out the certainty of your face. I dredged up every memory or you... your smell... your hands... your legs... your belly button... I tried to rebuild you in my mmind, all the while terrified that my memories had lost touch with what you really were...
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when darkness falls
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you don't love me anymore, you forgot my birthday, you never send me emails, you never send me letters anymore, you've forgotten me, you've forgotten us... there is no us anymore.
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040514
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Syrope
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it's been a long time since i had so much quiet and free time in the dark. little snatches of memories i had forgotten float back up to me and cling to the back of my eyes. it's hard to close my eyes or avert them when there's so much demanding to be dealt with on the other side.
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040514
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minnesota_chris
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I tried meditating the other day. It was wonderful. I started out thinking about myself and my worries, then moved on to greater and greater things, until I was contemplating myself, and my place in the world. By then I was really really peaceful.
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040515
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witchesrequiem
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more like forgiven!
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040521
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spacemanor1
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copyright forgotten no more ties no more its all a splice and held by everyone everything its all close its there can you see it or did you forget
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040713
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z
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nice
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040714
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tessa
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I feel like there is something i've forgotten to do. something important, that i'll regret not doing. something that could change my future. and yet i'm still sitting here doing nothing. sometimes i hate myself.
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040725
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demure
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i keep forgetting to forget
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041108
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Unbridled
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....amongst the small yet signaificant shadows of just being.
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041108
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unbridled
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...amongst the small yet significant shadows of just being.
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041108
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unbridled
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spelling problem again, courtesy of anticipation.
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041108
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suicidalchinadoll
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so easily
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041108
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me
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so rapidly
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041109
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me
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so eternally
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041109
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Asylum Bound
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Is This The Forgotten Truth??
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050113
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acidshank
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HIS dead body. the one I killed. I keep running. It's forgotten.
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050129
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palm
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Do you long to be forgotten?
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050206
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monika
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has everyone forgotten? I am only your friend I have neither the need or ability to hate so why do you hate me so?
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050316
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jane
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have you forgotten me? i asked do you remember what you wrote me? he asked 'do not exhale me; i will bloom for you' i replied do you remember what i wrote back? he asked yes, i said, but i don't believe it you know how i feel about you, he said no i don't, i said everything pushed aside, i..love..you. he said
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forget_it_i_give_up
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Gone but not forgotten? No, gone and forgotten. Tossed aside as a bit of fun when you needed it, a temporary friend when you felt like you had none, a provider of alcohol, cigarettes, and money, a bit of ego-inflation.
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050630
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seuadr
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I say it's forgotten. but why can i still feel it there, lurking below the surface?
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060903
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xevex
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Perhaps nothing is forgotten and time is but a tapestry, a still life painting for something else to see gazing in so curiously looking upon you and me frozen in our private places forever.
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070924
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birdmad
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i'd like to say that it was true, but some random scrounging on myspace turned up a couple of former roomates whom i'd like to watch suffer horrendously and painfully and they weren't even who i was looking for, which makes it all the more bothersome. bleh.
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Alexis
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to be forgoten...to never remain in peoples minds for all the bad thing you have done. to fade into the distance. to be lonly. remeberecne is overrated if we all forgot things wouldn't hurt so much
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080308
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Philifledermaus
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lapses of memory, lapses of mind, i search for the meaning, but still cannot find
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081201
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
from
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