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I remember hitting my head on the open door of a cigarette vending machine. Trying to duck under it while running was a terrible idea.
I remember asking that cute funny girl in first class if she wanted to be my girlfriend. She said no.
I remember wanting to kill someone after getting beat up by someone much older and stronger for the first time.
I remember how I accidentally got someone else hurt by throwing a brick at them. I didn't mean to hit them. Ever since then, I haven't been able to hit things by throwing at them.
I remember looking into the elevator and seeing someone who wasn't there. My friend who was with me saw it, too.
I remember snapping at my classroom teacher on the day I graduated elementary school.
I remember feeling betrayed and being made fun of by people I thought of as friends.
I remember taking photos during a class trip. The camera vanished shortly after getting home, along with the film in it. It was never found.
I remember forgetting to prepare for the first latin class test in high school. I got an F, but got an A on the following ones.
I remember being lead astray in the wilderness, by someone whom I thought of as friend. Lesson learned: Never trust anyone.
I remember doing rock climbing during a class trip. I had to abort my descent before the point of no return because I could not trust the others to secure me properly.
I remember a thump against the back of my head, followed by two more. Basketballs. My class and my teacher thought a severe concussion was funny.
I remember breaking off with my first girlfriend. I didn't feel half as bad as I expected.
I remember how a doctor told me that, given my lifestyle, I would not live to be much older than 30. (He was a dick.)
I remember coming across a friend of mine at the cinema and suddenly falling in love with her. Time really does slow down when you fall in love for the first time.
I remember writing love poems for her, and how I gave them to her by proxy. She knew it was me, and she even said liked them.
I remember being too afraid to take the next step. Apparently I still don't trust anyone.
I remember fighting and clawing my way through the final years of high school. I made it... I made it.
I remember the final interview for my first job. It was my 21st birthday.
I remember waking up from a dream, crying because I believed someone had left and I had lost them. In reality, they were never mine to lose.
I remember getting into my car for the first time. I knew it was meant for me even before I started the engine.
I remember hurting my ankle when falling down the stairs in the office. Not a single fracture, but it still hurts to this day. (But at least I didn't drop what I was carrying.)
I remember saying crazy things to my boss during the christmas excursion of my second job just out of spite. He probably still thinks I'm an extremist of sorts.
I remember falling in love with photography. I took a photo and realized it wasn't nearly as terrible as I thought it'd be. I like to think my photos have become less bad since then.
I remember taking up writing again. It felt liberating.
I remember writing down a bunch of memories and posting them on the internet. I don't know if anyone ever read them, though.
I remember. I remember.
I remember asking that cute funny girl in first class if she wanted to be my girlfriend. She said no.
I remember wanting to kill someone after getting beat up by someone much older and stronger for the first time.
I remember how I accidentally got someone else hurt by throwing a brick at them. I didn't mean to hit them. Ever since then, I haven't been able to hit things by throwing at them.
I remember looking into the elevator and seeing someone who wasn't there. My friend who was with me saw it, too.
I remember snapping at my classroom teacher on the day I graduated elementary school.
I remember feeling betrayed and being made fun of by people I thought of as friends.
I remember taking photos during a class trip. The camera vanished shortly after getting home, along with the film in it. It was never found.
I remember forgetting to prepare for the first latin class test in high school. I got an F, but got an A on the following ones.
I remember being lead astray in the wilderness, by someone whom I thought of as friend. Lesson learned: Never trust anyone.
I remember doing rock climbing during a class trip. I had to abort my descent before the point of no return because I could not trust the others to secure me properly.
I remember a thump against the back of my head, followed by two more. Basketballs. My class and my teacher thought a severe concussion was funny.
I remember breaking off with my first girlfriend. I didn't feel half as bad as I expected.
I remember how a doctor told me that, given my lifestyle, I would not live to be much older than 30. (He was a dick.)
I remember coming across a friend of mine at the cinema and suddenly falling in love with her. Time really does slow down when you fall in love for the first time.
I remember writing love poems for her, and how I gave them to her by proxy. She knew it was me, and she even said liked them.
I remember being too afraid to take the next step. Apparently I still don't trust anyone.
I remember fighting and clawing my way through the final years of high school. I made it... I made it.
I remember the final interview for my first job. It was my 21st birthday.
I remember waking up from a dream, crying because I believed someone had left and I had lost them. In reality, they were never mine to lose.
I remember getting into my car for the first time. I knew it was meant for me even before I started the engine.
I remember hurting my ankle when falling down the stairs in the office. Not a single fracture, but it still hurts to this day. (But at least I didn't drop what I was carrying.)
I remember saying crazy things to my boss during the christmas excursion of my second job just out of spite. He probably still thinks I'm an extremist of sorts.
I remember falling in love with photography. I took a photo and realized it wasn't nearly as terrible as I thought it'd be. I like to think my photos have become less bad since then.
I remember taking up writing again. It felt liberating.
I remember writing down a bunch of memories and posting them on the internet. I don't know if anyone ever read them, though.
I remember. I remember.
Today's NaPoWriMo prompt was: "Write a poem based on things you remember."
Yeah, I know this is actually yesterday's poem. I'm a day late, so I am going to finish my NaPoWriMo tomorrow.
Anyway, this is written in a style similar to Joe Brainard's 'I remember'. And it's probably as personal as I'm ever going to get on here. Don't know about your memory, but the memories that tend to stick with me the most are the ones that hurt the most (with few exceptions). How does your memory work?
NaPoWriMo 2016 - previous poem:
oliverbphotography.deviantart.…
My daily poem challenge:
oliverbphotography.deviantart.…
You can find more of my literature here:
oliverbphotography.deviantart.…
Yeah, I know this is actually yesterday's poem. I'm a day late, so I am going to finish my NaPoWriMo tomorrow.
Anyway, this is written in a style similar to Joe Brainard's 'I remember'. And it's probably as personal as I'm ever going to get on here. Don't know about your memory, but the memories that tend to stick with me the most are the ones that hurt the most (with few exceptions). How does your memory work?
NaPoWriMo 2016 - previous poem:
oliverbphotography.deviantart.…
My daily poem challenge:
oliverbphotography.deviantart.…
You can find more of my literature here:
oliverbphotography.deviantart.…
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Great composition my friend!