Cathartic Stories

These are some things I wish I could tell my ex-best friend in person. This is close enough.

Listen I went through a rough break up and this was cathartic for me. I'm speaking from my heart, this is all true and happened. If you can relate or if you want an in-depth explanation let me know. I'm not the best writer I majored in biomedical sciences, not liberal arts. All you grammar nazis fuck off or enjoy the word vomit. ;)

Lotanna is done with the church. She can feel her faith chipping away bit by bit like pieces of wood under the abuse of a diligent carpenter and she isn't necessarily upset about it, though. Well, it takes a unique (to say the least) spiritual encounter that leaves her and two other kids dead for her to begin to believe in the divine once again. She is given another lens of life along with a mission. Her miraculous revival charms many around her but as her mission continues, she will soon have as many enemies as she does friends. Fret not, she is not alone. Besides, how much harm can come to you when you are basically a few feathers short of being an angel.

the title is self explanatory

Just another social commentary from one more emotional mess.

A new poem please read

my mind fills these pages.

Growing up is hard. Especially when your best friend is leaving you behind.

"Would you like to have some coffee with me?" A coffee break and two masks will eventually be key to unravelling years of pain and indomitable strength. A coffee with a stranger and two masks rest on an unmade bed. To casual observers, these instances look mundane and unrelated, but these are remnants of a long-forgotten past. Just like an onion being peeled off one by one, some memories need to be faced and challenged.

This is a random, ongoing, collection of poetry inspired by the various astrological placements, in my chart, and others charts if requested. Each poem is inspired by an astrological placement, for example, the first poem in this collection was inspired by my Libra Moon! Please feel free to request a poem based on any placements in your astrological charts! I find that poetry is a great way to feel seen and understood, and I would love to share that sense of cathartic release with my readers. As I only write for fun, please comment advice or any tips you might have, as positive feedback would be much appreciated. Reminder: These poems are written by me, they are not plagiarized pieces of work! (Cathartic Release-providing psychological relief through the open expression of strong emotions.)

Lola Vior is a 21 year old, beautiful and smart woman who loves to play games with men or better yet everyone. She enjoys mind games and getting what she wants, but sometimes she has to put up a fight that might not end up how she wants it. Her parents have rarely been around in her life always indulged in their careers giving her money to basically pay for love. Maybe she'll stop playing games and actually give love a chance when she becomes involved in a love triangle, who will she choose? Better yet who hurts her in the worst way possible that may cause her to never trust anyone?

Third place winner in the Rose Awards 2022. ------------- Catharsis (noun) : /kəˈθɑːsɪs/ ; the process of releasing, and thereby providing relief from, strong or repressed emotions. We all have our own escapes. Escapes from this dark, dreary world which gets too suffocating sometimes. Whenever we are in desperate need of a release from these terrible, predatory emotions and securities; we turn to do whatever we enjoy doing the most. The one thing that makes us feel untroubled and contended. For me, it has always been writing poems. Weaving my feelings into words is a challenge; a challenge I enjoy and want to pursue whole-heartedly for my entire life. So come along with me in the journey of healing, through the process of catharsis. Copyright- @izzytotherescue . . . (definitions from Google) (cover template from Canva)

a collection of ten poems about my struggles with myself and romance. - le

This is a short little story that covers what I felt during an emotional highlight a little while ago. I wrote this on a piece of notebook paper originally, but I felt that I should get it out here.

People waste their whole lives holding back, whispering what should be shouted.

These words poured out of my being just as difficultly as the third bottle of distilled molasses. It's scorching intensity which lingered within the oesophagus melted even the block of ice residing not in the tumbler but that of the heart. What remained; a deluded concoction of emotions culminating in this collection of cryptic confessions.