Hard to get in touch with despair, today. I’ve known it in the past, of course – haven’t we all? But, even though the sky threatens rain and I’ve scurried in from the wind in the garden, i can’t feel despair today. Only excitement – the babies are coming . . .
joey
i’m not in despair with my head in my hands , but i’ve been there and i know what’s like. When you can’t eat or sleep or dream. When your heart is breaking and nothing feels right. An empty shell surviving but not living, and the pain you feel is physical.
Baby
I could write dark things about despair. I could write about suffering. I could write about death. I could grow tears and beat the walls. I could throw my life to the gutter. I could do so many things, but…
is a unknown word,it has maybe no mening but i like how it spells.
iuli
I’ve only felt this a couple times in my life. Feeling hopeless — like there will never be a sunny day after this torrential downpour. What misery. Alone.
A.L.
There is despair in the eyes of my aunt. She despairs over many things in her life: her unemployment, her children, her husband who always works and sleeps and never helps with the washing up. She despairs at the state of her clothes, the state of the house, how she never seems to have enough money to cover all the bills and groceries, how little time she has for herself.
oh, this is a sad word. “despair”. something we all feel sometimes. personally, i am in a moment of despair right now. there are so many thing about my life that i don’t understand. there’s a lot gouing on and i am so alone, i don’t have no one to share my thoughts with.
Emima
Empty, lonely, dark, hopeless, alone, smothering, no light, without you
Needing someone but not being able to say it. Hating yourself, when does it end
Alex
so he sat on a rug, sipping a glass of brandy, disheveled, waiting for tomorrow to come so he could drink some more. Wait wait wait wait wait and stewing in the juices of his own self-disgust, his own hopelessness; the absence of it was tangible.
Ellie
This is what you feel when you don’t want to feel anything after a tragedy of the heart.
Twila
There’s an emptiness of heart that can lead to despair. A feeling of anxiousness, racing heart, heat rising up from chest to neck.
Despair is a deep word, you wouldn’t use it in most normal situations. The word itself actually reeks of despair, it’s a dark word. When someone says despair they mean the deepest depths of anguish. Though most people these days are a touch hyperbolic…
despair is an overwhelming, drowning part of a human that overcomes from within. Despair consumes me and others whole, you feel nothing around yourself when despair numbs all other feeling. Despair is a state I wish to never feel; a place where I am powerless, I am degraded to less than anything, I am no longer me.
Mia
Horrible. Stomach gripped by fear. Heart twisting into hopelessness. Mind going blank. A numb feeling similar to sleep swamps you like a black wave.
Laura
Despair isn’t as common an emotion as i thought it might be. I’ve been depressed, consistently, but i would never describe myself as in despair. In fact, sometimes i like being sad, it feels calm, kind of warm too. Not that that has anything to do with despair, but it might. I don’t know.
Tyler
Cliche, when all hope is lost. I am lost just trying to think of describing a word that means the loss of hope. Why would anyone just write when they could think instead, or in writing to we make up our thoughts instead of just being who we are. I know someone could read this so in despair I try to write something interesting…how sad.
despair is knowing that life is routine. you can’t exist without a routine in today’s world, but it leads to monotony, depression, and despair. it also kind of pisses me off that the first word i get to write about is something so trite and DONE.
brooke
I have fallin’ into a deeper than average state. One of which has no bounds and has no way of fully understanding why or how it got there. We may be involved and
danny
To be or not to be, was never really the question. To think or to act, was never really a choice. To wander or to ponder, was never really two options. He loves me, he loves me not, was really I love him, I love him not. Commit to her, commit to me, was really how long will she stimulate my libido. Conservative or Liberal was really political debate seems intelligent. The moment where decision is coupled with death. The time where our emotions amplify and take a walk with de- “without” and sperare “to hope.” Despair from the desparation of self verses joining self with-
The peek of its meaning is when its at the peek of its use. Despair in the reality of all other experiences with this word being despairingly false.
I am so sad! My parents realised that I have been skipping school to go out and hang out with my friends…what a shame!! Now I have to actually work and read books and stuff….booooooring. I’m sure in the end I will be ok though! I have a very cool sister…She’s amazing! And pretty!
Laura
Finding the pair of earrings that didn’t belong to her was the final straw and she knew she must confront him. Seeing him sitting around the table, wallowing in his sickness made her feel like hurling. She stood in front of him but he would not meet her eye. She tried to reach him, but he was gone
Kim
the despair in the room was palpable. it was crushing, desperate, darling despair. the room was filled to the brink and they were all drowning in it. breathing labored, enveloped with utter despair.
chelsea
Despair grasped after his heart as he saw her body. Floating in the murky water she almost looked like a piece of wood, if it weren’t for her once beautiful hair and her apron. “Mum?!”
three times in a row. repeating in a nightmarish loop. no hope or light at the end of what appears to be some kind of tunnel that sneaked up on me, enveloped me, sucked me down it. Tomorrow is another day…….tomorrow is another day……
Georgie
at the amount of washing up I tackle on a daily basis despite there being three other able bodied adults in the house. Resentment is a partner emotion. I may have to forge plans to run away soon…..
Georgie
despair is why I so love hope, it sinks you down and make me wonder if anything is important, hope lifts me up and I can see light out of the darkness. despair sucks as much as hope rocks
I’ve remembered every dream I’ve had this week. Which I’ve never done before. And I’ve written them all down. Including the first one in which I woke up moaning in anguish from. The weight of them is only getting heavier. The truth of them is only getting thicker. There is no avoiding it now.
all you need, uhm not that good maybe gloomy. not enough of.
melissa Kapelari
man this word really reminds me of how i really messed up my chances with this girl that i met in school and how i was unable to sleep after we broke up because i felt like i was drowning in the blankets.
that’s the secret. never break character. never break the facade. build up the stage and the audience will listen and follow and believe with all their heart that you are this character. but that’s the one thing you can never do: break character. you are this person, so be it. it only becomes real when you start to say it is and the other reality that you are hiding becomes real when you let it be. so no matter what. never. break. character.
oh this is so fitting. it’s insane. write everything you can in 60 seconds and dont think just write. hah. very funny. give me the word despair and expect me to write all i can in 60 seconds and not think. not think about you. not think about this. not think about anything but just the word despair and how i can write about it. right.
The girl dropped down to her knees, how could he have done it to her? How was it possible that she was so stupid to believe his lies. It’s impossible for any one with a working pair of eyes and half a brain to trust him yet she had just fallen for his acting again. She was cut back down to the shadows of life. Tears streamed down once rosy cheeks, her skin tingled as the solitude blanketed her with a cold atmosphere. Her room of colourful photos and plush toys had become a dark prison in which she was left to her own devices and the torment of her mind.
Carl
Despair is one of the few emotions that I understand whole-heartedly. I understand its depth, its persistency, its ability to drown out everything else. I know the blade and the noose, I have a box full of suicide letters from the past 6 years or so. I am generally ok now, but it doesn’t leave me alone completely, and there is still a hurdle to overcome.
Despair is a lonely creature. Even though her brothers and sisters are there, she’d rather be alone. She cries silently in the night, and nothing can comfort her. Sometimes, I wish I could be there to hold her hand.
This despair. Cure-able. Highly so. But I wouldn’t know of it; I’ve not made it’s acquaintance.
David Burrell
Nothing like the realisation that beyond all your negative thoughts it has actually turned out worse. And to also realise that there is no going back, time travels in one direction only.
despair happens when somebody is so sad . it happened to me when my dog zoe died. it was one of the worst days of my life. why did it happen? she was only 7 and it hurt so bad. i still think about her often and cry cryyyy all the time. i hope that she is happy now. romping arund in the hl
renata
he’d gone beyond despair to a quiet, grey place where the feeling of being angry and trapped had knotted itself into a cancerous ball deep within that would eat him slowly from that place, nothing to do now but wait for the inevitable end, coming despite the winding round of sunrise and sunset, the sure return of the waves, glints of light on seabirds wings, the passing by of faces, questions mere distant echoey voices, nothing would ever touch him again, all over
geraldine
when your love one is gone. when what you’d worked hard for is lost. when all hope is gone. when you try very hard but nothing is achieved.
Hard to get in touch with despair, today. I’ve known it in the past, of course – haven’t we all? But, even though the sky threatens rain and I’ve scurried in from the wind in the garden, i can’t feel despair today. Only excitement – the babies are coming . . .
i’m not in despair with my head in my hands , but i’ve been there and i know what’s like. When you can’t eat or sleep or dream. When your heart is breaking and nothing feels right. An empty shell surviving but not living, and the pain you feel is physical.
I could write dark things about despair. I could write about suffering. I could write about death. I could grow tears and beat the walls. I could throw my life to the gutter. I could do so many things, but…
Today, I feel good.
is a unknown word,it has maybe no mening but i like how it spells.
I’ve only felt this a couple times in my life. Feeling hopeless — like there will never be a sunny day after this torrential downpour. What misery. Alone.
There is despair in the eyes of my aunt. She despairs over many things in her life: her unemployment, her children, her husband who always works and sleeps and never helps with the washing up. She despairs at the state of her clothes, the state of the house, how she never seems to have enough money to cover all the bills and groceries, how little time she has for herself.
oh, this is a sad word. “despair”. something we all feel sometimes. personally, i am in a moment of despair right now. there are so many thing about my life that i don’t understand. there’s a lot gouing on and i am so alone, i don’t have no one to share my thoughts with.
Empty, lonely, dark, hopeless, alone, smothering, no light, without you
Needing someone but not being able to say it. Hating yourself, when does it end
so he sat on a rug, sipping a glass of brandy, disheveled, waiting for tomorrow to come so he could drink some more. Wait wait wait wait wait and stewing in the juices of his own self-disgust, his own hopelessness; the absence of it was tangible.
This is what you feel when you don’t want to feel anything after a tragedy of the heart.
There’s an emptiness of heart that can lead to despair. A feeling of anxiousness, racing heart, heat rising up from chest to neck.
Despair is a deep word, you wouldn’t use it in most normal situations. The word itself actually reeks of despair, it’s a dark word. When someone says despair they mean the deepest depths of anguish. Though most people these days are a touch hyperbolic…
despair is an overwhelming, drowning part of a human that overcomes from within. Despair consumes me and others whole, you feel nothing around yourself when despair numbs all other feeling. Despair is a state I wish to never feel; a place where I am powerless, I am degraded to less than anything, I am no longer me.
Horrible. Stomach gripped by fear. Heart twisting into hopelessness. Mind going blank. A numb feeling similar to sleep swamps you like a black wave.
Despair isn’t as common an emotion as i thought it might be. I’ve been depressed, consistently, but i would never describe myself as in despair. In fact, sometimes i like being sad, it feels calm, kind of warm too. Not that that has anything to do with despair, but it might. I don’t know.
Cliche, when all hope is lost. I am lost just trying to think of describing a word that means the loss of hope. Why would anyone just write when they could think instead, or in writing to we make up our thoughts instead of just being who we are. I know someone could read this so in despair I try to write something interesting…how sad.
despair is knowing that life is routine. you can’t exist without a routine in today’s world, but it leads to monotony, depression, and despair. it also kind of pisses me off that the first word i get to write about is something so trite and DONE.
I have fallin’ into a deeper than average state. One of which has no bounds and has no way of fully understanding why or how it got there. We may be involved and
To be or not to be, was never really the question. To think or to act, was never really a choice. To wander or to ponder, was never really two options. He loves me, he loves me not, was really I love him, I love him not. Commit to her, commit to me, was really how long will she stimulate my libido. Conservative or Liberal was really political debate seems intelligent. The moment where decision is coupled with death. The time where our emotions amplify and take a walk with de- “without” and sperare “to hope.” Despair from the desparation of self verses joining self with-
The peek of its meaning is when its at the peek of its use. Despair in the reality of all other experiences with this word being despairingly false.
I am so sad! My parents realised that I have been skipping school to go out and hang out with my friends…what a shame!! Now I have to actually work and read books and stuff….booooooring. I’m sure in the end I will be ok though! I have a very cool sister…She’s amazing! And pretty!
Finding the pair of earrings that didn’t belong to her was the final straw and she knew she must confront him. Seeing him sitting around the table, wallowing in his sickness made her feel like hurling. She stood in front of him but he would not meet her eye. She tried to reach him, but he was gone
the despair in the room was palpable. it was crushing, desperate, darling despair. the room was filled to the brink and they were all drowning in it. breathing labored, enveloped with utter despair.
Despair grasped after his heart as he saw her body. Floating in the murky water she almost looked like a piece of wood, if it weren’t for her once beautiful hair and her apron. “Mum?!”
three times in a row. repeating in a nightmarish loop. no hope or light at the end of what appears to be some kind of tunnel that sneaked up on me, enveloped me, sucked me down it. Tomorrow is another day…….tomorrow is another day……
at the amount of washing up I tackle on a daily basis despite there being three other able bodied adults in the house. Resentment is a partner emotion. I may have to forge plans to run away soon…..
despair is why I so love hope, it sinks you down and make me wonder if anything is important, hope lifts me up and I can see light out of the darkness. despair sucks as much as hope rocks
I’ve remembered every dream I’ve had this week. Which I’ve never done before. And I’ve written them all down. Including the first one in which I woke up moaning in anguish from. The weight of them is only getting heavier. The truth of them is only getting thicker. There is no avoiding it now.
A last resort
The last, hidden
Blade. Stolen
From a sister’s
Broken Razor.
A last hope
or none at all
As it all comes
crashing down
A last tear.
all you need, uhm not that good maybe gloomy. not enough of.
man this word really reminds me of how i really messed up my chances with this girl that i met in school and how i was unable to sleep after we broke up because i felt like i was drowning in the blankets.
that’s the secret. never break character. never break the facade. build up the stage and the audience will listen and follow and believe with all their heart that you are this character. but that’s the one thing you can never do: break character. you are this person, so be it. it only becomes real when you start to say it is and the other reality that you are hiding becomes real when you let it be. so no matter what. never. break. character.
oh this is so fitting. it’s insane. write everything you can in 60 seconds and dont think just write. hah. very funny. give me the word despair and expect me to write all i can in 60 seconds and not think. not think about you. not think about this. not think about anything but just the word despair and how i can write about it. right.
The girl dropped down to her knees, how could he have done it to her? How was it possible that she was so stupid to believe his lies. It’s impossible for any one with a working pair of eyes and half a brain to trust him yet she had just fallen for his acting again. She was cut back down to the shadows of life. Tears streamed down once rosy cheeks, her skin tingled as the solitude blanketed her with a cold atmosphere. Her room of colourful photos and plush toys had become a dark prison in which she was left to her own devices and the torment of her mind.
Despair is one of the few emotions that I understand whole-heartedly. I understand its depth, its persistency, its ability to drown out everything else. I know the blade and the noose, I have a box full of suicide letters from the past 6 years or so. I am generally ok now, but it doesn’t leave me alone completely, and there is still a hurdle to overcome.
Despair is a lonely creature. Even though her brothers and sisters are there, she’d rather be alone. She cries silently in the night, and nothing can comfort her. Sometimes, I wish I could be there to hold her hand.
This despair. Cure-able. Highly so. But I wouldn’t know of it; I’ve not made it’s acquaintance.
Nothing like the realisation that beyond all your negative thoughts it has actually turned out worse. And to also realise that there is no going back, time travels in one direction only.
despair happens when somebody is so sad . it happened to me when my dog zoe died. it was one of the worst days of my life. why did it happen? she was only 7 and it hurt so bad. i still think about her often and cry cryyyy all the time. i hope that she is happy now. romping arund in the hl
he’d gone beyond despair to a quiet, grey place where the feeling of being angry and trapped had knotted itself into a cancerous ball deep within that would eat him slowly from that place, nothing to do now but wait for the inevitable end, coming despite the winding round of sunrise and sunset, the sure return of the waves, glints of light on seabirds wings, the passing by of faces, questions mere distant echoey voices, nothing would ever touch him again, all over
when your love one is gone. when what you’d worked hard for is lost. when all hope is gone. when you try very hard but nothing is achieved.