Category Archives: Nightmares & Memories
Tagged Along, by These Nightmares from Long, Long Ago…
I was, followed, tagged along, stalked even, by these nightmares from long, long ago, so long ago, that I don’t even have ANY recollection of them (b/c they were suppressed memories???). It wasn’t until as I got older, did these … Continue reading
The Beast in the Jungle, a Poem
Fears that come to life, in one’s own WORST nightmares, translated… Like an Eavesdropper, Ears are, Glued Focusing on the Conversation of John and Maye, Recollecting of a Decade Ago Sorrento or Naples, the Blue Eyes of the Mediterranean The … Continue reading
Never-Ending, a Poem
Those Never-Ending Ashes Finished Extending Out All the Bad Dreams Our Small Cabin, Located in the Middle, Chose the Color Red A Very Bright Shade of Red, with its Evil and Prejudices The Lake It Made No Choice Just Split … Continue reading
A Child Raised by the Shadows
It (no gender-specifications???) was born, into the darkness…it was, raised by the shadows, and, despite what’s normally perceived about the shadows, this child had fought hard, for its own, survival. not my photo… A child, raised by the shadows, never … Continue reading
A Game of Hide-and-Seek with the Past
Let’s P-L-A-Y! A game of hide-and-seek with the past, I know, it’s, right ‘round the turn of that next corner, but, before I ever arrived, the past ran off again, and so, I’m, constantly, chasing it down! A game of … Continue reading
These Forbidden Dreams
These forbidden dreams, they’d still come at night, making me feel very uneasy, and awful about myself! These forbidden dreams, I know I’m not supposed to mention or speak of them again, but, they’d, circled around my mind like those … Continue reading
The Little Shop of Her Horrors
She’d, suddenly, waken up, and found herself, in the midst, of that little shop of her horrors. She’d looked around, and saw those monsters, gnashing out their teeth at her, she tried to scream, used ALL her might but, no … Continue reading
Not Ready for the Memories…
I am, not ready for the memories, to return, why can’t they all just, STAY lost, for a bit longer, or, forever, for that matter??? Not ready for the memories, they’re, too painful for me to remember, I can’t, live … Continue reading
Tortured, by These Memories
Tortured, by the memories, I don’t, know how, I’d, come to live like this! Tortured, by the memories, of what I had done, of what I didn’t do, and, those memories I’d tried, desperately, to wipe out, they just, refused, … Continue reading
Life, the Obstacle Course 