Catharsis Stories

i find it very cathartic and helpful to just write down my feelings. in order to develop my writing and my imagery, i've decided to take things that happen to me in real life and twist them into a more poetic, descriptive, sometimes disturbing form. it's really just therapeutic for me, you don't have to read it.

Feelings are like little daggers. Sometimes they help you. Other times they leave portals for your life to slip away. This is everything. Everything I feel and am. I come here in my worst moments of every emotion. So basically, it's a collection of the rawest shades of me.

A poetry book

Written for Klapollo Week 2021 with prompts set by @klapollo-week on Tumblr. Day 7: Catharsis The re-trial has been a mess. It opened wounds that never should have existed. And it left stitches that could never heal. Twice now, Apollo had brought Kristoph to the stand. But, Klavier is convinced it wasn't this bad, that something worse was at play, and that his brother wasn't a murderer. Apollo is bad at poker, but he knows now that some cards were dealt under the table. He doubts, but still tries to alleviate Klavier that maybe this next one wasn't covered in blood.

A catharsis of poems written by your local depressed teenager.

Just some thoughts I keep to myself here and there.

The Dung Eater... The most reviled thing in the Lands Between... Thought, he has such appalling and juvenile name, the vile and horror of what he had done is a sight no one wanted to see and the only thing can do now.... Is how much they could escape from a reviled being... But no one can escape him... No one can escape his vision... For he is the Dung Eater... And he will kill... he will defile... he will repeat... until all shall bare his curse... and let their children inherit their curse... Until all shall know only nothing but despair... Let the world inherit his accursed blessing... For he allows it...

Offer worker confronts his own greed.

Mother, Look What You Made is a haunting poetry collection written in the voice of a son left behind-emotionally, spiritually, and in memory. Through searing verse and unflinching honesty, The Ghost Of Her Son unearths the quiet devastations of maternal betrayal, familial silence, and the wounds that never had the chance to heal. Each poem is a confession, a confrontation, and a requiem-crafted from the ruins of a bond that should have been sacred. This is not a book of blame, but of reckoning. It traces the path from boyhood to ghosthood, where love became currency, trust was weaponized, and silence screamed louder than violence ever could. Set in the echoes of bedrooms, kitchens, and memories too painful to name, this collection gives voice to the unloved, the scapegoated, the sons made to carry the weight of their mother's sorrow, shame, and silence. For anyone who has stood in a family photo and felt invisible, who has loved deeply and been left colder for it-Mother, Look What You Made is your mirror. And maybe, finally, your release. A raw and haunting collection of poetry from the voice of a forgotten son. Mother, Look What You Made is a journey through betrayal, abandonment, and the echoes of a love that never arrived. C. Clark, these poems confront the silence that raised him, the pain that shaped him, and the truth he was never allowed to speak-until now.

this collection contains emotional unraveling and existential themes.

This is a description of whatever this mess I made is. Your welcome. Please comment your thoughts.. (Edit) - Thank you so much for the support on Prodigium. Never thought this many people would read something that I wrote. I appreciate and once again thank every single person who read or voted on my writing.

This is another poem book. The poems are mostly based on my thoughts and inspired by music. I just completed my other first poem book, I recommend you to read it if you haven't. I do hope you enjoy the peek inside my brain. Thank you for reading and giving my story a shot.

an-tho-lo-gy /anˈθɒlədʒi/ -noun- a published collection of poems or other pieces of writing. (Dictionary.com, 2020) welcome to my world, the world of anais euphoria king. try not to cry.

An anthology of poems that I wrote in the first half of 2022

Welcome to the darkest part of my heart, but also the brightest A sense of catharsis through writing the drama of my past life A healing process through revisiting old poems and new perspectives An attempt to let the past in the past and live in the present The enlightenment of shadows, the exorcising of past demons, the reconciliation of my heart's violence

You should read this. It's gonna be great. I'm going to perform surgery on myself in an attempt to fix what's wrong with my brain using talk therapy. 😃🎙!!!LIVE!!! 📺😯 I'm not even gonna use anesthetic 😷 It's gonna be gruesome and morbidly fascinating. So if you're into that, and also wanna see if you can pick up a few pointers for that procedure you've been putting off for your own mental anguish, come to my freak show. I think it's pretty inspiring.

Words, letters, messages that the heart repeatingly beats, mind continuously keeps and the soul heavily carries but the mouth cannot speak. A way to heal my swelling heart and calm my restless mind. These words pulsate my emotions. It is the catharsis of my soul...these are my throbbing words.

a collection of small poems that reflect the beautiful suffering of being alive.