despair is something that fills you up inside. it fills you up so much its all you can think about. not love, courage, wisdom. just sadness. you are so broken and morning that no matter what you do it always comes back to you. one day though, you will meet someone or do something that will make it go away.
despair is the lack of hope. It’s the epitome of pessimism. When you despair, you have nothing to live for. At all. It’s like gray skies but there’s no sun peeking behind with no silver lining. We all know that’s not possible. All clouds have a silver lining.
Ria
emptiness. severity of situations amplified. distortion. betrayal. beyond repair. i don’t believe in endings, i believe in evolution. gather, harness, prosper.
Taking this feeling from there to here..knowing the love and giving it with out though ..does it leave you in despair?
Scott
It was despair that clutched her chest and tore her into the pieces that lay on the floor. Despair, that swooped in and ‘comforted,’ but in truth, made even more broken. Despair that clung to the curtains and the quilt under which she curled, despair that thickened the air and made the room ten degrees cooler; despair that was in every breath she took.
Sabrina
Alright, so it was the end of the world. People were running, screaming, innocents were dying, there might be some zombies trying finish off the survivors and the likes. But it was hardly any reason to get depressed! If she let herself get down every time there was a little world destruction, well! She’d just be stuck in despair all the time, wouldn’t she?
Oh the agony, she always used to say. I never really believed her until yesterday when I saw her screaming. It scared me. I won’t lie; it scared me: to see her curled in a ball in the corner of our living room. I never knew what mom was going through up until that moment. I never knew how bad she felt about dad leaving.
It’s foolish to despair. It makes magic black brick walls in the path you’re meant to walk. Let light beget light and follow your heart into the brightest day.
She couldn’t feel anything the way it swept over. It was just racking sobs, that she clouldn’t stop and couldn’t udnerstand. Breathing was hindered and thinking was impossible and she just wanted it to stop but she couldn’t make it. She wondered at this feeling, this complete hoplesessness, the feeling that she would collapse from the sadness. Despari. That was what she would call it. Despair. At there she wrote her word in the cver of her books to be read by others. She had felt despair and it ould be the thing to kill her .
Briana Dixon
Oh the agony, she always used to say. I never really believed her until yesterday when I saw her screaming. It scared me. I won’t lie; it scared me: to see her curled in a ball in the corner of our living room. I never knew what mom was going through up until that moment. I never knew how bad she felt about dad leaving.
Nikki
Now I’ll do it again: Hurt. Demotivation…every part of me yells for redemption but it won’t come. Nothing will come of this.
despair is what i feel most ofter like being locked within a living coffin nailed shut before my time withering away despite this rhyme i fell i fall and sleep now is all i know…
Prescott O'Kelloc
i think grey and painful and not happy!
but really i can relate to that! life is full of despair.
sad and cold but can make u better and better. embrace it!
Rikki Arkin
I really dont want to write about this word. It makes me sad even thinking of despairing something or someone. Its not a good feeling, and I only hope I can find the greater good of despairing something. If thats even a word? haha
Kelsee
In french, “des” is a word used to refer to something when there is more than one of it. So is “pair” – so really, if you think about any part of the word in french… it doesn’t seem so lonely.
Nicole
“Do not despair,” he said. While, it seemed as though those words would not keep me from my pain, the comfort and love in his voice brought warmth to my heart, and some of that despair seemed to be gone, even if only for a while.
i sat in the sun. wish it wasn’t there. im so sorry that i scared you. i was just upset. really. sometime i wish i could though. but not today. i love you way to much for that.
Everything could be different, if they’d only listen. No one was. Alison sat pondering how they were going to save their house this time, once and for all.
thought2action
He was sick of the feeling. Hopelessness. The deep and abiding knowledge that, no matter what he did, he was absolutely powerless to save his world.
He wasn’t the only one.
And it might be that having super powers made him feel it more sharply than those who were honestly out classed. But maybe not
My despair is life without him. Alone, unknown and unremembered. Its a word not often associated with my daily life, but it haunts be in all I do, pushing me further than I ever thought possible. I don’t despair, it takes too much time away from my perfectionism and drive. Yet it lies there, beneath the surface, always ready to peak its head above the carefully created box I’ve laid it in.
Allie
Despair is a feeling highly known. Everyone can assosiate with it. A deep feeling you can’t hide no matter who you are or where you’re from. Disturbing but somehow wanted.
Geistermaske
it consumes destroys and holds all that fall into it one can only hope that there is someone to save them from it for even the most strong willed have lasting scars after escaping
Jesse
This is the same word I had last time. My last story was about how I dropped all my Spanish revision notes that I had organised just beforehand. Now I suppose I shall talk about a child who just lost their balloon. It was too windy, and their SpongeBob shaped balloon slipped out of their hand and blew away. The child cried for at least an hour.
Kim
the despair can be unbearable when you lose a child
you are always thinking if i had
then maybe they would be here
tears can mount when in despair
There is never a feeling so heavy as staring at the fridge and seeing nothing but empty blankness inside. Especially at ten in the morning after a night of drinking too heavily. Sure, food probably shouldn’t have sounded good to Nick, he was normally ill after a night of drinking. But today, he felt only ravenous and that ended with a sinking despair inside.
Lunarflight
I give up, it seems I am all alone in this game, when the hell is someone going to add on ?
He sat in his room and thought. He thought about the dissipation of his first and only love, the promotions he never fought for, and the time he’d never see again. With each passing hour, his position in his chair sank lower and lower until he forced himself to go outside, where he was to sit and think and sink somewhere else.
He stared at her in disbelief. “What?”
“I said get up, Victor. Don’t make a fool of yourself.”
He shook his head. “I mean every word of this, you know that.”
“But you cannot possibly expect me to say yes.”
Lynn
despair. my constant companion and well of dire need comes from you. what have you done to me to make me so desperate for life? i look at the green life of the countryside surrounding and it melts you away. healing… taking away the black hole inside my stomach that you have created. despair, you can no longer steal my peace. I am done with your constant neediness and hunger.
Laurie
all the hours of despair for kent where quietly put away when the door with bogdan opened
lonely, stupid. depression.losing.no ground.no God
falling.pain. no vision.
Vera Khartchenko
Yesterday, I despaired to get my teeth out,
but what I realized is I really despair the thought
that not everything is permanent.
Tomorrow, my mom will be able to hold my hand,
but not always, and that is,
indeed,
something to despair.
She wouldn’t look at me and she kept humming that damn lullaby, her greasy hair sticking to her cheek. She jerked her head and her hair covered her face like a shiny curtain. She picked at her toenail, jabbed her thumb into the corner of her big toe, made it bleed. I sat in the corner, the phone in my hand, the doctor’s number dialed. The green send button blinked up at me. I remained frozen and watched her rock back and forth.
Despair is what happens when you watch a tree getting cut down. Niagara Mohawk is attempting to cut down ours because apparently it is interfering with the power lines. Despair is watching a thousand leaves come crashing down by your room window. I’d like it to end.
loss of hope..a fragile state of mind that is stemmed from resistance>_<
despair is something that fills you up inside. it fills you up so much its all you can think about. not love, courage, wisdom. just sadness. you are so broken and morning that no matter what you do it always comes back to you. one day though, you will meet someone or do something that will make it go away.
despair is the lack of hope. It’s the epitome of pessimism. When you despair, you have nothing to live for. At all. It’s like gray skies but there’s no sun peeking behind with no silver lining. We all know that’s not possible. All clouds have a silver lining.
emptiness. severity of situations amplified. distortion. betrayal. beyond repair. i don’t believe in endings, i believe in evolution. gather, harness, prosper.
Taking this feeling from there to here..knowing the love and giving it with out though ..does it leave you in despair?
It was despair that clutched her chest and tore her into the pieces that lay on the floor. Despair, that swooped in and ‘comforted,’ but in truth, made even more broken. Despair that clung to the curtains and the quilt under which she curled, despair that thickened the air and made the room ten degrees cooler; despair that was in every breath she took.
Alright, so it was the end of the world. People were running, screaming, innocents were dying, there might be some zombies trying finish off the survivors and the likes. But it was hardly any reason to get depressed! If she let herself get down every time there was a little world destruction, well! She’d just be stuck in despair all the time, wouldn’t she?
Oh the agony, she always used to say. I never really believed her until yesterday when I saw her screaming. It scared me. I won’t lie; it scared me: to see her curled in a ball in the corner of our living room. I never knew what mom was going through up until that moment. I never knew how bad she felt about dad leaving.
what a terrible feeling.
It’s foolish to despair. It makes magic black brick walls in the path you’re meant to walk. Let light beget light and follow your heart into the brightest day.
She couldn’t feel anything the way it swept over. It was just racking sobs, that she clouldn’t stop and couldn’t udnerstand. Breathing was hindered and thinking was impossible and she just wanted it to stop but she couldn’t make it. She wondered at this feeling, this complete hoplesessness, the feeling that she would collapse from the sadness. Despari. That was what she would call it. Despair. At there she wrote her word in the cver of her books to be read by others. She had felt despair and it ould be the thing to kill her .
Oh the agony, she always used to say. I never really believed her until yesterday when I saw her screaming. It scared me. I won’t lie; it scared me: to see her curled in a ball in the corner of our living room. I never knew what mom was going through up until that moment. I never knew how bad she felt about dad leaving.
Now I’ll do it again: Hurt. Demotivation…every part of me yells for redemption but it won’t come. Nothing will come of this.
despair is what i feel most ofter like being locked within a living coffin nailed shut before my time withering away despite this rhyme i fell i fall and sleep now is all i know…
i think grey and painful and not happy!
but really i can relate to that! life is full of despair.
sad and cold but can make u better and better. embrace it!
I really dont want to write about this word. It makes me sad even thinking of despairing something or someone. Its not a good feeling, and I only hope I can find the greater good of despairing something. If thats even a word? haha
In french, “des” is a word used to refer to something when there is more than one of it. So is “pair” – so really, if you think about any part of the word in french… it doesn’t seem so lonely.
“Do not despair,” he said. While, it seemed as though those words would not keep me from my pain, the comfort and love in his voice brought warmth to my heart, and some of that despair seemed to be gone, even if only for a while.
A quick vanish.
Calm smoke, and mirror showing only the far wall.
The sound of ice melting in a half-drunk scotch.
A cigar, burnt out and cold.
The empty room and the book unfinished.
life
i sat in the sun. wish it wasn’t there. im so sorry that i scared you. i was just upset. really. sometime i wish i could though. but not today. i love you way to much for that.
Everything could be different, if they’d only listen. No one was. Alison sat pondering how they were going to save their house this time, once and for all.
He was sick of the feeling. Hopelessness. The deep and abiding knowledge that, no matter what he did, he was absolutely powerless to save his world.
He wasn’t the only one.
And it might be that having super powers made him feel it more sharply than those who were honestly out classed. But maybe not
My despair is life without him. Alone, unknown and unremembered. Its a word not often associated with my daily life, but it haunts be in all I do, pushing me further than I ever thought possible. I don’t despair, it takes too much time away from my perfectionism and drive. Yet it lies there, beneath the surface, always ready to peak its head above the carefully created box I’ve laid it in.
Despair is a feeling highly known. Everyone can assosiate with it. A deep feeling you can’t hide no matter who you are or where you’re from. Disturbing but somehow wanted.
it consumes destroys and holds all that fall into it one can only hope that there is someone to save them from it for even the most strong willed have lasting scars after escaping
This is the same word I had last time. My last story was about how I dropped all my Spanish revision notes that I had organised just beforehand. Now I suppose I shall talk about a child who just lost their balloon. It was too windy, and their SpongeBob shaped balloon slipped out of their hand and blew away. The child cried for at least an hour.
the despair can be unbearable when you lose a child
you are always thinking if i had
then maybe they would be here
tears can mount when in despair
There is never a feeling so heavy as staring at the fridge and seeing nothing but empty blankness inside. Especially at ten in the morning after a night of drinking too heavily. Sure, food probably shouldn’t have sounded good to Nick, he was normally ill after a night of drinking. But today, he felt only ravenous and that ended with a sinking despair inside.
I give up, it seems I am all alone in this game, when the hell is someone going to add on ?
Now there is a word without hope. What does it mean? More than depression. It is a state of knowing that nothing is possible any more.
He sat in his room and thought. He thought about the dissipation of his first and only love, the promotions he never fought for, and the time he’d never see again. With each passing hour, his position in his chair sank lower and lower until he forced himself to go outside, where he was to sit and think and sink somewhere else.
fills the air.
He stared at her in disbelief. “What?”
“I said get up, Victor. Don’t make a fool of yourself.”
He shook his head. “I mean every word of this, you know that.”
“But you cannot possibly expect me to say yes.”
despair. my constant companion and well of dire need comes from you. what have you done to me to make me so desperate for life? i look at the green life of the countryside surrounding and it melts you away. healing… taking away the black hole inside my stomach that you have created. despair, you can no longer steal my peace. I am done with your constant neediness and hunger.
all the hours of despair for kent where quietly put away when the door with bogdan opened
lonely, stupid. depression.losing.no ground.no God
falling.pain. no vision.
Yesterday, I despaired to get my teeth out,
but what I realized is I really despair the thought
that not everything is permanent.
Tomorrow, my mom will be able to hold my hand,
but not always, and that is,
indeed,
something to despair.
She wouldn’t look at me and she kept humming that damn lullaby, her greasy hair sticking to her cheek. She jerked her head and her hair covered her face like a shiny curtain. She picked at her toenail, jabbed her thumb into the corner of her big toe, made it bleed. I sat in the corner, the phone in my hand, the doctor’s number dialed. The green send button blinked up at me. I remained frozen and watched her rock back and forth.
Despair is what happens when you watch a tree getting cut down. Niagara Mohawk is attempting to cut down ours because apparently it is interfering with the power lines. Despair is watching a thousand leaves come crashing down by your room window. I’d like it to end.