Category Archives: Repressed Memories
Saw You Riding Off on Your Bicycle that Other Day…
And yeah, maybe, I AM, hallucinating, because I miss you too much??? Saw you riding off on your bicycle that other day, but quickly enough, my sensible side got the best of me, because, you no longer existed anymore, you’d, … Continue reading
Your Memories Came Back Around…
Your memories came back around, and, I’d taken out Excalibur, swung at them, and, the tip of the sword, barely, damaged any of your memories, as they faded off at the strike of my sword, then, came right back at … Continue reading
Mimosa, a Poem
How a child understands this world, translated… “be careful, don’t scare the leaves…” Not my photo… A Child Tried to Pry Open the Closed Leaves “Weird, These Thin and Tiny Leaves, They’re Heavier, Than My Father’s Eye Lids When He … Continue reading
The Year I’d Burned Down that Chicken Coup
Things we’d done when we were young, wish we weren’t so young AND stupid here!!! Translated… The winter sun felt warm on my body, the sausages hung from the roofs gave off that enticing aroma. As winter vacation comes, the … Continue reading
Shattering the Loneliness…
How can I, get rid of this loneliness that’s constantly surrounding me, and every single aspect of my life. It’s like, wherever I am, there loneliness is too, it’s like that annoying shadow that just, keeps on, lurking, following me, … Continue reading
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Tagged Dealing with the Abandonment of the Childhood Years
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Priority Seats
Translated… The Seats Around T We’d have different assigned seats once every semester, the teacher would use this opportunity, to make sure the troublemakers don’t sit anywhere NEAR one another, so the chaos wouldn’t be all at one place, to … Continue reading
Didn’t Pay for My Fare
Translated… I’d ridden the trains to school for nine years, and had always, followed the rules, paid for my fares. And every time I’d heard about how someone who rode for free once, after many years, s/he had, mailed the … Continue reading
Putting Those Nightmare of My Childhood Years on the Backburner…
Putting those nightmares of my childhood years on the backburner, because I can’t cope with the fact, that I was, abused and neglected (the WORST combo!!!) by my own two parents, who were, supposed to love me! So, in order, … Continue reading
In the Blackholes of My Memories
This, is where everything WAS, buried, in the blackhole of my memories, and, everything regarding to my childhood years, all the unhappiness, all the abuse AND neglect, every single thing that’s happened to me so far in life, is found, … Continue reading
Swimming, in the Sea of Meat
A treasure map of memories, translated… A Sea of Meat Sauce, Expanded Before My Eyes, the Smell of Raw Pork, Attacked My Mind, and, that Sense of Nausea, Rushed to My Throat……… My first part-time job was to a pork … Continue reading
Life, the Obstacle Course 