Catharsis Stories

a trail of poetry drawn between inward glances because i gave up on shouting myself down. | voice one: 01-13 | voice two: 16-29 | voice three: 30-36 | voice four: 37-42 | p.s. the first few poems are really bad. ~ hymn ©2020

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.

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Or Catharsis and atonement Or when this is over ill be fine

Feelings turned into words *feel free to leave comments :)

Inspired by @juneslvs's story-PROJECT | Billy Hargrove

I wanna get better, but I don't want to forget. (What goes inside my head)

in which a rich boy falls in love with a street singer. (story idea from acidgrvnge)

The words I write when I don't have things to say.

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 brief story in which the character connects with the reader.

Victor had only one thought: to avenge the death of his grandfather. But things take a wild turn when he meets a pair of friendly girls at school. But his father said that a girl with silver eyes killed his grandfather, and one of the girls just might be that murderer. Except that unexpected events soon result in unexpected love, and Victor soon finds himself discovering the most awful secret of all.

Poems by yours truly.

In the Kingdom of God, the Sole-Creator Faith had a doctrine that declared: "You must not eat anything blue." For centuries, people had followed this teaching, avoiding blue fruits and small blue animals. Over time, blue-tinted plants and creatures became more likely to survive, while non-blue food sources were eaten to extinction, plunging the land into famine. Amid this crisis, a child named Buda came up with a bold idea - to feed a blue fruit to fish and see what happens, testing whether it was truly poisonous. It was the beginning of what would later be called an "experiment." 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#kyouraku) was translated into English using ChatGPT-5.

ca·thar·sis the process of releasing, and thereby providing relief from, strong or repressed emotions. ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ [ disclaimer ] - this story contains gore, homophobia lgbt+ characters, violence, and major character death.

These are thoughts. The narrators vary. The voices vary. This is like my catharsis.

An anthology of poems I have written in French

Darkness is my name by The Requiem