Category Archives: Repressed Memories
Memories, Manifested Themselves as Nightmares…
Memories had, manifested themselves as nightmares, and I’d become, confused, as to, whether or not, they were, a concoction of my sick mind, or if they’d, actually, occurred… Memories, manifested themselves as nightmares, and, there’s, NO way I can, WAKE … Continue reading
Remember…
Why? When I’m tryin’, so desperately to, forget, and am finally, on my way to? Remember how they’d hurt you, and remember the pains of their betrayals, so, you won’t, allow anyone else to get too close, to betray you … Continue reading
Things I Would’ve Forgotten by Tomorrow…
Yes, still got my 24-hour-attention span INTACT here… Things I would’ve forgotten by tomorrow, what the HELL happened tonight? And, how the F*** did I end up in your bed? And, did you slip me a roofie or somethin’? Do … Continue reading
What Happened at the Cabin?
What had happened at the cabin, something we don’t talk about, ever!!! What happened at the cabin, the monsters came out at night, and hurt me, I’d tried hard to scream so loud to make it stop, but it just, … Continue reading
Tuitions, a Short Prose
The inconsiderate thoughts of this student make her education go down to the toilet drains!!! Translated… Today is a day of cleaning and waxing, so the library was closed. From eight in the morning, I’d, busied until five in the … Continue reading
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Tagged Education Gone to the Dogs!, the Inconsiderateness of College Students
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Ghosts, Back, in Her Hometown…
There were, ghosts, back, in her hometown, that, was why she’d left, on that very first flight OUT after she turned eighteen, with, absolutely, NO intentions, of ever returning, and yet, here she was, again… Ghosts, back, in her hometown, … Continue reading
Memories of the Body…
You can’t just tell ALL of us, to go away, because, we won’t, we are, HERE, to STAY, until you, deal with all of us, one by one! Memories of the body, it’s not as, easily waived, blown off as … Continue reading
Walking Down These Streets, Filled with Our Memories
Walking down these streets, filled with our memories, each step I took became, harder than the last, and soon, it’d become, next to IMPOSSIBLE, for me, to lift my legs up to take one more step onward! if it were, … Continue reading
Life, the Obstacle Course 