Catharsis قصص

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

"Unpleasant Employees"-those who casually hurl complaints and sarcasm-became difficult to approach for task requests. As a result, they quietly avoided shared responsibilities, while agreeable employees-the ones easy to ask-found collective duties piling onto their shoulders. This structural imbalance was discovered to be a major drag on operational efficiency. Soon, the unpleasantness and "cunningness" of such employees were quantified into measurable indices. When those values exceeded a defined threshold, intervention was triggered. Enter the Mediator-an intermediary unfazed by complaints or sarcasm-tasked with stepping in and compelling Unpleasant Employees to carry out their share of responsibilities. Thus began a new corporate system where personality itself became subject to management. The author of this work is GOTOU Humihiko(https://gthmhk.gitlab.io/gthmhk/isnmg.html). This work is provided under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License. The original Japanese text (https://gthmhk.gitlab.io/gthmhk/syouhen.html#hukai) was translated into English using ChatGPT-5.2.

A poetry collection based on prompts from @letsescapril on Instagram

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.

Ouvre l'œil et tends l'oreille.

The words of a liar. - - - If anyone can take something from this, know things will get easier and if you need someone to talk to msg me I'll respond

Ginny's diary entries after the Chamber of Secrets. A fair amount of Bat Bogey Hex, Hidden spots, secret quidditch training, bad-mouthing and tattling. Not necessarily in that order.

A boy who has seen hell His soul died a long time ago But for the sake of the ones he love He continues to live even without a soul -MoJin FF-

Inspired, in part, by Skylines & Turnstiles (My Chemical Romance, 2002).

Poems on my path to find balance with my emotions

Here are my pieces of poetry and literature (thanks for giving me an A*, Cambridge <3)

My poems for Escapril 2023 (prompts from @letsescapril on Instagram)

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

This piece reflects events in my life. Nothing in particular, just what I feel.

-a collection of prose poetry. of liquid sunshine in your veins; of sweet, sweet words exchanged in hotel rooms, of strangers in bus rides, of the moon; the sun bursting at the seams and a bit more, just a little bit more about you-

Slam poetry. Spoken word. Not-so-spoken words. Random bursts of inspiration. Catharses. Anything. Everything.

Just my thoughts and feelings as I deal with senior year and life!! :')))