Never Forgotten Poems Novels & Stories

She said. “Kala please, please, hello, hello?" She said but was too late she had already dropped the call. What at all is this. She frustratedly asked herself. Kent opened a poetry book lying beside him. It opened to a poem that caught his attention. It read; Live for today, hope for tomorrow And forget about yesterday 'I CAN'T ' for those are the words of a coward And remember 'I WILL TRY' for those Are the words of a potential winner? The only way you can regret yesterday is

The thing about memories wasn't that many of them inevitably faded, but that repeated recall of the ones you remembered burnished them into shining, gorgeous lies. Most things are forgotten over time. Even the war itself, the life-and-death struggle people went through is now like something from the distant past. We’re so caught up in our everyday lives that events of the past are no longer in orbit around our minds. There are just too many things we have to think about everyday, too many new things we have to learn. But still, no matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away. They

It's almost 2 month yet he still didn't remember me and I'm running out of time. "Are you alright?" I snap out ky thoughts when he spoke "Yeah, I'm fine don't worry" I said with a smile After eating, we went outside to see the beauty of the resort. I still remember the first time he took me here, this resort had carry a lot of our memories, memories that I don't know if he can remember or a memories that will remain in the past and will be forgotten. We walked with holding hands and it feels comfortable. "I'd like to come here again with you" he suddenly said

There was still so many wolves to see and treat, so many homes to repair, some to build from the very beginning even. So they took what they needed, and began heading out. "Oh!" Elizabeth said, just as they left the tent, heading to start their day. "I said poison would eradicate memories entirely, there has been cases where it's only caused selective amnesia. Sometimes, if it's mate bond, he might still be remembering incidents attached to his mate. Even with a poison, mate bonds can't break, and so parts of the memories will still be there."

As for those rotten people and rotten memories, they could stay buried in the mud where they belonged. Forever. Never again.

It was too late for them to fix what they broke. “I went out to watch the sunset because being In here is suffocating and instead of treating me with love when I come In you let someone throw me on the ground and than you hurt me with your words.” I stated as I took another step back. “You hurt me and you wonder why I have no memories. Who would want to remember this horrible life?” I asked as I shook my head. “Who would want to live this life?” I yelled to nobody as I pointed to everything in the room as I laughed at the irony as I took a step back.

There was something about the open sky, the way it seemed to go on forever, that made her feel small and insignificant—but also, strangely, at peace. She stood there for a long time, watching the sun dip below the horizon, her thoughts drifting. She wondered if some things were meant to be forgotten if some memories were better left buried in the past. But then she thought of the man in the shadows, the way he had looked at her, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that perhaps not everything was lost. Perhaps, some things had a way of finding their way back to us, even when we least expected it.

“It’s over! You’re never going to see him again. He lives in the U.S and you’re now in London. For heavens sake you don’t even know his freaking name.” I could write a poem about why i needed to delete that one night event out of mind and recite it over and over in a desperate attempt to forget it all. But I barely had time for that so instead, I muttered the same old words over and over, reminding myself to forget it all. “It’s over. You’re never going to see him again. It was just a one night stand.” “It’s over. You’re never going to see him again. It was just a one night stand.”

Only remembered. Only loved. And in that love, I live forever. The rejected moon was never broken. It was only waiting to be seen. ---

"My parents died on the spot. I was the only one left. You were the one who kept encouraging me. Every day, you'd wheel me all over the hospital, saying you'd be my best friend forever. "Then my aunt came and took me abroad once everything was settled. Before I left, I gave you my contact info. I waited for you to reach out. But years passed, and you never did. I get it now. You forgot about me, you heartless little girl." He poked my cheek accusingly. I just stared at him, blankly. "What contact info? I never got anything like that." I paused, thinking maybe I'd just forgotten where I put it.