Prompt Of The Week: People will always remember how you made them feel.

@Clarisse29

"Haven't I blocked him yet?" I thought to myself.

It was another request for money. Like clockwork, this guy I knew from middle school would message me (and probably many others) with some sob story, and some reason he could pay me back soon. I usually ignored it, but this sob story caught my eye, because it involved a lawsuit, so I could actually look into it.

I did find it in the court system, but I couldn't find much information on it. At least it was true...

I thought about him. He was a train wreck nowadays, but he used to make me laugh, he lent me a Pokemon game at some point, and didn't ever make me feel bad about myself like most others did.

I messaged back. "Ok, I'll actually help you out. On two conditions. 1. You don't owe this back, I'm giving it to you. 2. This is the only time I give you money. That said, I don't know what you have going on, but if you ever want to talk, I want you to know that I'll never judge you."

@Clarisse29 This is an awesome saying. We have this expression up in one of the units that I sometimes float to at work. It says people will not always remember what you did, what you said but they will always remember how you made them feel. I love this.

@Clarisse29

I try not to let you live in my head anymore.

I can't afford the rent.

😕 lame lol

I want to be tagged for more prompts.

[back again to write my depressing poetry lets go :D]

You- You don't remember me?

Well, I remember you

Your voice, your face, your name

And all the sh!t you put me through

Lying- are you lying?

I wouldn't be surprised

Felt like I was dying

But you don't even recognize--

Just go, run away

I can't stand it anymore--

After everything you put me through--

you back again for more?!

I loved you, I loved you

You used me like a toy

I assume you must've gotten bored

Of this pathetic errand boy

I forget every goddamn thing

Save for how you made me feel

And here you are, it's almost like

None of it was ever real

You said I looked familiar

But my name, it did no good

Thinking back on all that hurt

I'd k!ll you if I could...

I know now I was one of many

It's just been so hard to see

But I can't believe your words

You really... don't remember me...?

@Clarisse29

Captured Moments

Our mind,

The canvas of memories,

The slate of emotion and feeling.

Times moves at a steady pace,

And the memories,

Fly into consciousness,

And imprint into the heart,

Of the glorious canvas.

Every feeling,

Every thought,

Ever emotion,

Radiates out of the heart of memories,

And to the edge of the clutter,

Of the chaotic mind.

Memories are memories,

But each on is unique,

In it’s impact.

The stronger the feeling,

The greater the obsession,

And the larger the imprint.

These imprints,

Take up more space,

And leaves less room,

For the precious ones.

As the strong emotions begin taking over,

The memories dissipate,

Leaving only impulse,

Obsession,

Fear.

But we should not let,

Out experiences and the people in them,

Let out feelings to cloud,

The pleasant memories that are left behind.

Everyone can influence memories,

But only we can determine,

How deep that imprint goes.

@Clarisse29 (Happy poem this time?)

They say people will always remember

how you made them feel.

And you, my dear,

will always be laced in my memories.

(dont use this/take this please please please)