Never Forgotten Poems Novels & Stories

I really miss him calling me sunshine. Why do I still remember you, Levi? When you already forget me. I erased your memory but forgot to erase mine. I did not erase my memory intentionally. It's just I don't want to forget you. I don't want to forget the joy of love. I want to remember you. Remember what you look like. No matter if it's been a thousand or ten thousand years. Whether you still remember me or not. I'll remember you always. You are my beautiful mistake. That I never want it to fade from my mind and heart. I want to keep you safe in my heart's secret locker. So that I can cherish you all my life. I can't be with you. But I can keep you, your beautiful smile, and all the beautifu

My life's a feat though I've tasted defeat. I have fought so true as my heart beats. Go away memory, go away, go away! Leave with my soul as my body falls in the hay. Let there be strown on my lonely grave. Honor me as a friend, a warrior so brave. Tis, my last words shall be brought forth. As the deadly solstice forest embraces my fate. Remember me. Remember me, with or without grace...

Then he looked at his Dad “D-dad.” “Thank God you remember me.” “Kuya. What about me?” This time it was Gravity “Gravity.” He called “W-What happened to me? why is that, why do I remember so little. I can't remember everything?” I cried, he can’t remember. He can only remember little “Kuya do you remember her?” Gravity pointed me to his brother “Answer me!” “Don’t shout Grav..” I said “I-I don't I’m sorry... who are you?” He looked at me

Those eyes that saw the girl I was and weren't afraid, didn't flee, stayed, always stayed. "Because I never forgot that night, Élianor. Because I never forgot your face, your voice, your body, your scent, the way you laugh, the way you cry, the way you fell asleep in my arms as if you had never been safe anywhere, as if it was the first time someone held you, protected you, loved you. Because I never forgot the morning I woke up and you were no longer there. That you had left without saying goodbye, without telling me your name, without telling me where you were going, without telling me how to find you, without telling me why you were leaving, without telling me if you'd come back, without

What’s permanent is life that death has not yet kissed. My mother’s words echoed in my head. I gritted my teeth, taking a deep breath even when it hurt. Tears stung into my eyes as I gulped down the trembling lump clogging my throat. I found my mother’s gravestone. Freya Plath And below her name carved on the white marble gravestone was the epitaph — “Forget me not.” I didn’t need much effort as I sank to my bruised knees and offered the blood-stained flowers to my mother’s memory.

No matter how people forget things, there are still thing greater than any sickness a mortal can get. That is love Love that keeps on reminding us about the things that we truly hold dear. Love that can’t be erased no matter what makes us forget it. it will remain. And it will always be. For the print it left behind can never be removed. Not by age, not by time, not by any medicine Aiden POV

Things forgotten suddenly met me when I was asked that time the question my memory couldn’t wield a cut grass, a mercury dime I only held on for was dear life in general— something more present than schoolchildren & the charts they count are no more no less my simple kind: silence felled & human signs felt & this feeling screamed when I wanted to speak about the world we live in & how those prescriptive maths would have kissed happiness in passing, though my views may be wrong, they may even be non-academic since the essence of it all is to patiently wait & watch the lilies grow & remember how to laugh once again on the side of the bridge drinking the everyday from an empty Coke can & while

The light remembered. The love remembered. The being remembered. Always. And ever. And on. The welcome remembered. The warmth remembered. The infinite remembered. Forever. The cursed wolf was the first who remembered. The light was the remembering she was. Love was the reason she remembered. The universe remembered. Because we remembered. Together. In every heart remembered. In every choice remembered. In every breath remembered. The light. The love. The remembering. Always. The manor was the heart remembered. The garden was the soul remembered.

There were words which came to him from one which he had read and known, and he began to recite it wearily. "Fear not for the night affair And fear not for the fires Burned in city Pyre bring Forth fulfilled desires. New life from the ashes springs With love much more than death Coming forth from death arise In royal splendor blessed." He spoke the words in short and labored sections, each line a breath and each breath a gasp as he grasped at the remnants of life. He watched as the light faded to shadows and the shadows turned to blotched impressions of light and dark. The whole of the room was slowly fading into darkness, and it was not his eyes which failed only, but the light of the fire

You know we tell each other love poems when we are alone or when we are staring at the stars. "I know but there is a particular one... Don't tell me that you have forgotten so easily. Don't tell me that you forgot our favourite poem or else I will get mad at you for real this time." "Let me think, I can't forget it since it's our favourite love poem." He racked his brain, "I got it, I got it.." "Tell me now." "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?.." "No no stop. That is not it." She stopped him.