Category Archives: Repressed Memories

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

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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

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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

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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

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LALU Island, a Poem

A little, homesick, I suppose, translated… The Boats Had, Slid Across the Waters Silently Unnoticed in the Rain The Water Listened Closely To the Sound of Time, Standing Still on the Lake It’d Been Told, that Time Had Been Gone, … Continue reading

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Something Must’ve Happened…

Something must’ve happened, we just don’t know what! Something must’ve happened, to turn this once-so-sweet and wonderful child, into this DEMON-SPAWN that’s making ALL this mess for us to handle now, but, we just, don’t have the time, to give … Continue reading

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The Penthouse of the Mansion

The memories of being offended, THAT, was why you REFUSED to head back, even for the holidays, translated… “Are you coming with me for the holidays?” I’d wiped my hands off my clothes after I’d done the dishes, dad was, … Continue reading

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The Mother of a Troubled G.T. Student

The therapy session, filled with reflections about the self, in an attempt, to help her own son, from the blog of a counselor, in Chinese, translated by me… Jia-Kai turned seventeen this year, and had isolated himself for six months … Continue reading

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Trying to Make a Home, Out of This Three-Bedroom Prison

It’d been, NOT the least bit easy, trying to make a home, out of this three-bedroom prison, and yeah, I’ll admit, that from the outside looking in, this place looks amazing, but, TRY living on the inside of those four … Continue reading

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The Memories of a Place

the inside is a HELL of a lot scarier than the outside, that’s for sure!!!  Not my sketch. The memories of a place, is it, always there? I mean, if a house is built in the 18th century, does it, … Continue reading

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