histórias de Recollections

New poems. Old inspirations. Still in the present. Stuck in the past.

a recollection; of an unrequited love

Essays in poetry.

What would happen if a Team Rocket Grunt had betrayed his own organization? What would lead him to do it? Would he be their enemy afterwards? If so, what would he do? In this story, an Ex-Grunt explains the events that led to his ultimate betrayal of Team Rocket.

Hey! So there was this assignment, a picture composition I had to turn in for my English class, and I wasn't sure if the story was missing something....vital. Anyway, its a story narrated by me as a working grown up individual, taking a stroll down memory lane, and reflecting on it in conclusion. Feel free to review it!

This is a true story of mental illness, children, and how our society fails them. Early on in my life, there was a time period when my family was whole, my childhood was rather normal, life was simple, and everything was rainbows and unicorns. This has always been a time period that I've enjoyed remembering and going back to within my mind, too. These were the Rockford Court years, and I'm very happy to now be sharing them with you. When I was born in 1968, however, I had blue skin, I was having seizures at birth, and I would end up being diagnosed with an 'undiagnosable brain dysfunction.' I would go on to spend a large portion of my childhood on strong, mind-altering anti-seizure meds and from there, ultimately, as an adult, I would have to be committed to five different psychiatric institutions in four different states before finally having to be declared officially disabled for psychiatric-based reasons. And while the die had already been cast and those wheels had already begun to slowly start turning, their effect had yet to be felt and their consequences had yet to take hold. Yes, the Rockford Court years were GOOD years. And these are my Rockford Court Recollections.

It was the year 2300, world hunger was solved, poverty was gone, free trade had been established and energy had been made abundant; wars were over. The worst era had ended and a truly perfect one had started, or so it was thought. This is a recollection of the day the clouds started to fall.

Have you ever imagined what it would be like to stand on the side of the street asking for money? The bill collector, Keith Morton, never pictured himself doing such, until he needed to. However, when what seemed like a second chance at normalcy came in the form of a generous donation, Keith finds himself in a world of conspiracy, heartbreak, and his own recollection of the past.

A young boy recalls a childhood memory of rescuing an injured pigeon with his uncle's help. Years later memories are rekindled that leads of flurry of emotions...

A medida que mi vida avanza, transcribo en un maltrecho cuaderno, mis vivencias, desamores, eventos cómicos y paisajes que llenan el corazón.

Welcome to my garden of thoughts, I advise you to stop and smell the flowers, looker deeper in its inner beauty, and pick some if you like. However; this garden is different. I only grow bluebells, and you'll later find out why. I invite you to the bluebell society. We hope you enjoy your stay. # 137 is poesia #33 in poetry book (Thank you so much guys for the support so far, it means a lot to me that I can share my writing with others 💙)

Story of a 17 year old girl and her experience being in a mental institution.

... let's do journalling through this poem! 💚

This is not your typical romance. Yes, Erin loves Austin and he loves her; however, these are a series of memories--recollections if you will--throughout their relationship. Majority are told from Erin's perspective, but occasionally Austin will tell some of the tales from his point of view.

Catlin is abducted. Who is the abductor? Will she be found? OR will she escape? Will she even live? Read to find out!