Never Forgotten Poems Novels & Stories

They forget that lullabies are for putting people to sleep. I don’t sleep. I don’t forget. And I know exactly how to make a house remember it can burn.

The silent tune played out for a while before entering into the verse- "Life has been pretty worthless since you left my side, You left me but am yet to move on, I still can't forget the way you smiled at me, You were the reason that I survived." "And yet, you left me like this, But I can't forget you, It seems like the world ends on you." "The mornings are lifeless, You snatched away my light, Rooting my days of life in endless darkness." "The evening dawns on me, As for life, it laughs at me, I try not to see but am hopeless."

Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. If you don't love, can't you hate? At least I can remember. Forgetting and not caring are more tormenting than love and hate.

She had almost spoken Elira’s name, almost broken the silence she had sworn to keep. And yet—for that single heartbeat—it had been worth it. Memory lived not only in words, but in flesh, in instinct, in marrow. The forgotten was not gone. The forgotten had teeth sharper than truth.

Because I know the truth they’ve forgotten: I didn’t use them. I cherished them. And that doesn’t just vanish because liars whispered in the dark. I know one day,when the poison fades,they’ll remember. That I was never the enemy. I was the only one who tried to save them from themselves.

When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uprising rush Oh quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die. After the poem, I went on to give a speech about the people I had once called my family. As I spoke, my mind was invaded with several memories of our time together. I could almost see, hear, touch and feel their presence as I went off track.

And from below, the first whispers rose like steam: “Remember us. We never left. We simply forgot how to arrive.”

She lost the baby. My mother acted heartbroken, but she blamed me for all of it. Because of her, I lost my child, my marriage, and any foothold I had left in the world. I shut my burning eyes and forced down the dull ache in my chest. Then I turned and walked away. This time around, I've figured it out. Love doesn't matter one bit. Money matters. Seeing me walk off like I couldn't care less, my mother's face flickered with shock. She gritted her teeth and shoved the bedroom door open herself.

Fortunately, with the help of my friends in Italy and Greece, I finished my schooling in business course and applied as Barack's secretary who is now my fiancé. My heart was heavy upon reminiscing the past. It was squeezing me inside, preventing me from breathing smoothly. I did not know what happened afterwards, my mind was nowhere to be found. The next thing I just knew was we were already inside the van and my son was watching the colourful lights outside. I motioned my hands to my face and noticed my wet cheeks. I immediately wiped it with my fingers and heaved a heavy deep breath. Am I really ready to face my past and remember the forgotten?

Hello my goodreaders wherever you are, sorry for not uploading for a few days and just uploading today with some chapters that I hope will fill your new year's eve later, I just hope you can enjoy your special day with your precious people and my stories as hope you are healthy always. So Enjoy my story and thank you always for continuing to follow my story, warm hug from me to you guys 🌹🖤 -The stronger you try to forget, the stronger you will remember it in memory. Because forgetting is not as easy as knowing... so stay in here-