She looked out at the damage left over from the battle. It was difficult to even call it damage when really it was absolute desolation. Anything that had once been alive or created by someone who’d been alive was now crumbled, collapsed to the ground. She was the only soldier left standing. She had failed her people now. They were dead, while she lived to feel the guilt.
DESOLATION IS THE MOST HORRIBLE FEELING THAT YOU CAN HAVE AS A PERSON, IT MAKES YOU MISERABLE BECAUSE SOMETHING IS NOT THE WAY THAT WE LIKE TO BE, THE ONLY THING THAT WE CAN DO IS TRY TO FIND THE LIGHT TO STOP THE FEELING
Desolation is an empty place. A feeling of cold and a feeling of emptiness. You can have a desolate heart or a desolate soul or a desolate backyard. It’s like walking somewhere to find water and only realizing halfway through that you’re getting farther and farther away from the water.
I’m not even sure what it means, I should definitely invest in a thesaurus…. if it’s even remotely close to what I think it means, it explains my adolescence perfectly…..
Desolation ruled where humanity had once reigned. Quiet and still dominated the air. The wind whistled, but no one was left to hear it. All roads were deserted, all cities dead. All homes empty, all men had disappeared. All but one.
It was de last time he was going to see her. As she moved thoutgh the door of that grey, sour room that feelling invaded his heart. He was sat down on a pretty old, rusty chair that would not last longer.
On and on, further they go. Their sweat was there only sign of water. Their fear of dying was there only comfort. Among the desolation lay miles of sand and hundreds of degrees under the sun. In truth, they had nothing left but these: sweat, tears, and heat.
When the first bomb blast decimated the mall, I knew our homes would soon follow. The revolution long-threatened, had begun. I grabbed my backpack, took one final look around the home I’d never again live within, then turned and walked out the door.
the time of desolation was at hand and the people of the world seemed to be in turmoil. It was no small thing, the world was coming to an end. there the sea expanded and swallowed who countries whole, there the sky filled with meteor’s nearly hitting the earth and there the earthquakes moved mountains, collapsed them while the tree’s vanished.
I couldn’t believe he left me there on the side of that country road. We’d argued, sure. But it wasn’t our first argument…or our worst either. Now what was I going to do? All I could see in any direction was endless pastures.
void, of something to escape to nothing and left in desolation? Future, presently in the past when the times rushes past and the wine in my glass has turned into vapors, nodding heads and asking one more favor of restitution to aviod dilution in my reputation of desolation
When you lose someone close to your heart, you are left with a feeling of desolation. Nothing will ever be the same. While one may continue on and live a very productive life, that life will not be as it was. You would have to fill the empty hole with something other than the desolation occupying it at the present time.
As she walked into the old farmhouse she saw the desolation that once was. She could see the hard life of the people who lived there of long ago, the struggles they must have endured, and the pain they suffered.
Hahaha, so pretty much me right now, except in noun form.
I always thought I’d be happier about finishing high school, but now that it’s over…. I don’t know. I guess I just always expected more. I thought studying this much and getting into my dream university would feel better somehow. I thought I’d be happy. But now, I feel so incredibly empty. I feel like I’ve missed out on the best years of my life, and now there’s nothing I can do about it. I feel desolate and remorseful.
when alone our minds wander to a corner of desolation, loathing,
for the next of the wind to come, for the previous bubbles of thought,
that haunted us when in doubt, desolation should not be frowned at,
rivers come to an end, water falls start where they cannot finish,
fish dry out when reverted to land, being the superior of all mammals,
has its inborn glitches, as a new advancement of technology,
though the chip to harmonic and serene thought, the water,
that flushes us back to shore where the sun again beams with rays of humanity,
are at bay.
My life
My soul
Desolated by the careless fools that rein
This wicked destructive world
My mind
My heart
Torn apart
A state of ruin
Far from the jubilating moments of my earlier youth
The fetal position
A familiar emotional position of mine
I sit up terrified at night to ponder the chaos of mankind
I close my eyes and watch powerless
As the seams of virtues and morals unthread mercilessly
The sense of order that use to run along side the dark liquid in our veins gone
I guess we let them all seep out one by one with the blood we punctured out of our own warm winding veins
So destructively
So purposely
Mankind cannot get much worse
Don’t press the big red button
Ask questions first
Push aside rejection
Approval is optional
Not deadly
Or threateningly fearfully important
How quaint their little busy lives are
We are far from hopeless
And stronger then we ever knew we could be before
We are aching
Shivering in pain
Quivering in a rare rawness of naked beauty
We are not like them
We do not like them
We still strive to be like them
A can of Campbell soup
Sold and made by the thousands
Stamped proudly with a brand name logo
Made up of all the same ‘artificial and natural’ ingredients
The world is spinning faster then it did ten minutes before
Gravity is a state of mind
I allow myself to float away
Anything but graceful
But freedom heals me despite that
As I break away
Black against the evening sun
I think I begin to believe
I cannot be the only one
who watches the world unthread
But does not turn to death as a savior
Fighting is one more breathe
Fighting is flying instead of countless streaks of bleeding cuts
I cannot be alone
There are others battling their own demons
screaming cries of war
Like the few that fought then flew so freely
So victorious before my own lone flight
My mind swarms with the feeling of desolation; I am on an island, far from civilization, and I can’t help but to wonder why no one has bothered to look for me. Why is that?
I drink cocoanut milk and think about the cliche of it all.
It’s when you fall into the pit. when you’re sliding down and down and down and you can’t hold onto the sides because it’s like a slide, but not a fun one. Like Alice in Wonderland, but not even as fun as that… and that’s not fun at all. It’s like a pit in your stomach that you somehow get into. Your whole self, you get your whole self into that pit. You swallow yourself whole.
Her hometown was utter desolation as far as she was concerned. Gone was the lush green canopy that once gave it a connection to its naturr. Instead, concrete stretched for miles and miles.
The entire plate flew across the room, as the rug underneath it sped forward at high speed. He dared not let go, lest he fall in to the overturn goblets and reems of discarded food. He was flying. He was actually flying. He looked behind, and waved his beloved Jasmine farewell. Yet, as soon as he was out of the window, he peered over the mound of the flying carpet, and saw below him, the desolation of the Sultan. It had all been his fault for faulting the genie, and now Aladdin would have to pay the price.
The sound of the ship blared in the far distance. It almost sounded like a tuba tuning up before a performance. It was hard to imagine such a beautiful sound coming from a place of such wreckage. She limped away and the sound was left further and further behind her. The sun beat down upon her and for once in the past three days, she felt hopeful.
Der Grund unter ihren Fingerspitzen war bröselig und trocken, rau. Unter dem Druck der Hand täumte sich Staub auf, der ihren Arm hinauf wanderte und auf ihre Haut legte.
To not leave, in our wakes.
Destruction and smoke.
Desolation a smothering choke.
To open our heart; feeling the shakes
Of scales that harden;
Feelings that burden.
Be soft and reach out.
It’s time: that a loving generation.
Awoke.
The desolation of the mighty dragon, Smaug, was imminent as he destroyed the whole of laketown. It was none other than Bard who redeemed himself and too
The desolation was almost more than I could bear. I had been here for over fifty years. They had taken everything from me, everything. Now, they were going to pay. They were going to pay with their lives. I was stronger, faster, better. They didn’t stand a chance. They were going to die.
When you left, everything became a blur of repetitive addictions and rare distinctions. I woke up one day with nothing left but the bitter aftertaste of our memories. You’re a crappy actor but someday, I know you’d win an Oscar on Best Desolation.
Like the end of time; the signs of desolation is how we could describe the scene that presented itself as we entered the village after the hurricane had fast.
When you left, everything became a blur of repetitive addictions and rare distinctions. I woke up one day with nothing left but the bitter aftertaste of our memories. Your a crappy actor but someday, I know you’d win an Oscar on Best Desolation
When you left, everything became a blur of repetitive addictions and rare distinctions. I woke up one day with nothing left but the bitter aftertaste of our memories. Your a crappy actor but someday, I know you’d win an Oscar on Best Desolation.
In the depth of their animosity, there is a curious, codependent calamity that lies between them. An forbidden creation rising from this desolation they call mutual hatred.
Desolation is like isolation, n’est-ce pas? Well, of course I think of a desert first. But I think there was a certain desolation after Hurricane Andrew. The entire population walked around in shock for weeks. That’s how desolation can affect one’s soul. It’s ever so desolate.
She looked out at the damage left over from the battle. It was difficult to even call it damage when really it was absolute desolation. Anything that had once been alive or created by someone who’d been alive was now crumbled, collapsed to the ground. She was the only soldier left standing. She had failed her people now. They were dead, while she lived to feel the guilt.
DESOLATION IS THE MOST HORRIBLE FEELING THAT YOU CAN HAVE AS A PERSON, IT MAKES YOU MISERABLE BECAUSE SOMETHING IS NOT THE WAY THAT WE LIKE TO BE, THE ONLY THING THAT WE CAN DO IS TRY TO FIND THE LIGHT TO STOP THE FEELING
Desolation is an empty place. A feeling of cold and a feeling of emptiness. You can have a desolate heart or a desolate soul or a desolate backyard. It’s like walking somewhere to find water and only realizing halfway through that you’re getting farther and farther away from the water.
I’m not even sure what it means, I should definitely invest in a thesaurus…. if it’s even remotely close to what I think it means, it explains my adolescence perfectly…..
I miss Nate Tweedy :(
Once a person has seen the desolation inside their own mind…
Desolation ruled where humanity had once reigned. Quiet and still dominated the air. The wind whistled, but no one was left to hear it. All roads were deserted, all cities dead. All homes empty, all men had disappeared. All but one.
Alles ist grau in grau,
nichts scheint von wert.
Nichts ist mehr da,
alles zu ende.
Nur leere bleibt zurück.
It was de last time he was going to see her. As she moved thoutgh the door of that grey, sour room that feelling invaded his heart. He was sat down on a pretty old, rusty chair that would not last longer.
On and on, further they go. Their sweat was there only sign of water. Their fear of dying was there only comfort. Among the desolation lay miles of sand and hundreds of degrees under the sun. In truth, they had nothing left but these: sweat, tears, and heat.
Next door,
bright door,
seems a step
into shadows,
up then in,
past a welcome
of ivy and cracked glass.
He was overwhelmed with desolation, a sense of aloneness that was like a lead weight on his chest.
When the first bomb blast decimated the mall, I knew our homes would soon follow. The revolution long-threatened, had begun. I grabbed my backpack, took one final look around the home I’d never again live within, then turned and walked out the door.
the time of desolation was at hand and the people of the world seemed to be in turmoil. It was no small thing, the world was coming to an end. there the sea expanded and swallowed who countries whole, there the sky filled with meteor’s nearly hitting the earth and there the earthquakes moved mountains, collapsed them while the tree’s vanished.
The landscape is barren as there is little to nothing living for as far as the eye can see.
This is true wilderness.
And yet,
Never have I felt more known.
Perhaps it is only when we strip our lives of distractions, can we truly find life?
I couldn’t believe he left me there on the side of that country road. We’d argued, sure. But it wasn’t our first argument…or our worst either. Now what was I going to do? All I could see in any direction was endless pastures.
void, of something to escape to nothing and left in desolation? Future, presently in the past when the times rushes past and the wine in my glass has turned into vapors, nodding heads and asking one more favor of restitution to aviod dilution in my reputation of desolation
When you lose someone close to your heart, you are left with a feeling of desolation. Nothing will ever be the same. While one may continue on and live a very productive life, that life will not be as it was. You would have to fill the empty hole with something other than the desolation occupying it at the present time.
Desolation. I cannot think of anything. I’ve been awake for less than an hour and I’m not feeling too creative just yet.
Sorry
As she walked into the old farmhouse she saw the desolation that once was. She could see the hard life of the people who lived there of long ago, the struggles they must have endured, and the pain they suffered.
Hahaha, so pretty much me right now, except in noun form.
I always thought I’d be happier about finishing high school, but now that it’s over…. I don’t know. I guess I just always expected more. I thought studying this much and getting into my dream university would feel better somehow. I thought I’d be happy. But now, I feel so incredibly empty. I feel like I’ve missed out on the best years of my life, and now there’s nothing I can do about it. I feel desolate and remorseful.
when alone our minds wander to a corner of desolation, loathing,
for the next of the wind to come, for the previous bubbles of thought,
that haunted us when in doubt, desolation should not be frowned at,
rivers come to an end, water falls start where they cannot finish,
fish dry out when reverted to land, being the superior of all mammals,
has its inborn glitches, as a new advancement of technology,
though the chip to harmonic and serene thought, the water,
that flushes us back to shore where the sun again beams with rays of humanity,
are at bay.
Constipation
total frustration
desolation
“Get me out of
this isolation!”
My life
My soul
Desolated by the careless fools that rein
This wicked destructive world
My mind
My heart
Torn apart
A state of ruin
Far from the jubilating moments of my earlier youth
The fetal position
A familiar emotional position of mine
I sit up terrified at night to ponder the chaos of mankind
I close my eyes and watch powerless
As the seams of virtues and morals unthread mercilessly
The sense of order that use to run along side the dark liquid in our veins gone
I guess we let them all seep out one by one with the blood we punctured out of our own warm winding veins
So destructively
So purposely
Mankind cannot get much worse
Don’t press the big red button
Ask questions first
Push aside rejection
Approval is optional
Not deadly
Or threateningly fearfully important
How quaint their little busy lives are
We are far from hopeless
And stronger then we ever knew we could be before
We are aching
Shivering in pain
Quivering in a rare rawness of naked beauty
We are not like them
We do not like them
We still strive to be like them
A can of Campbell soup
Sold and made by the thousands
Stamped proudly with a brand name logo
Made up of all the same ‘artificial and natural’ ingredients
The world is spinning faster then it did ten minutes before
Gravity is a state of mind
I allow myself to float away
Anything but graceful
But freedom heals me despite that
As I break away
Black against the evening sun
I think I begin to believe
I cannot be the only one
who watches the world unthread
But does not turn to death as a savior
Fighting is one more breathe
Fighting is flying instead of countless streaks of bleeding cuts
I cannot be alone
There are others battling their own demons
screaming cries of war
Like the few that fought then flew so freely
So victorious before my own lone flight
My mind swarms with the feeling of desolation; I am on an island, far from civilization, and I can’t help but to wonder why no one has bothered to look for me. Why is that?
I drink cocoanut milk and think about the cliche of it all.
desolation filled her memory of the loss she felt….
unsaid feelings voiced with and an unmeasurable sense of belonging lost.
It’s when you fall into the pit. when you’re sliding down and down and down and you can’t hold onto the sides because it’s like a slide, but not a fun one. Like Alice in Wonderland, but not even as fun as that… and that’s not fun at all. It’s like a pit in your stomach that you somehow get into. Your whole self, you get your whole self into that pit. You swallow yourself whole.
Her hometown was utter desolation as far as she was concerned. Gone was the lush green canopy that once gave it a connection to its naturr. Instead, concrete stretched for miles and miles.
The entire plate flew across the room, as the rug underneath it sped forward at high speed. He dared not let go, lest he fall in to the overturn goblets and reems of discarded food. He was flying. He was actually flying. He looked behind, and waved his beloved Jasmine farewell. Yet, as soon as he was out of the window, he peered over the mound of the flying carpet, and saw below him, the desolation of the Sultan. It had all been his fault for faulting the genie, and now Aladdin would have to pay the price.
The sound of the ship blared in the far distance. It almost sounded like a tuba tuning up before a performance. It was hard to imagine such a beautiful sound coming from a place of such wreckage. She limped away and the sound was left further and further behind her. The sun beat down upon her and for once in the past three days, she felt hopeful.
Der Grund unter ihren Fingerspitzen war bröselig und trocken, rau. Unter dem Druck der Hand täumte sich Staub auf, der ihren Arm hinauf wanderte und auf ihre Haut legte.
The desolation was unnerving. The scientist broke the connection and he quietly went to the door.
To not leave, in our wakes.
Destruction and smoke.
Desolation a smothering choke.
To open our heart; feeling the shakes
Of scales that harden;
Feelings that burden.
Be soft and reach out.
It’s time: that a loving generation.
Awoke.
The desolation of the mighty dragon, Smaug, was imminent as he destroyed the whole of laketown. It was none other than Bard who redeemed himself and too
The desolation was almost more than I could bear. I had been here for over fifty years. They had taken everything from me, everything. Now, they were going to pay. They were going to pay with their lives. I was stronger, faster, better. They didn’t stand a chance. They were going to die.
When you left, everything became a blur of repetitive addictions and rare distinctions. I woke up one day with nothing left but the bitter aftertaste of our memories. You’re a crappy actor but someday, I know you’d win an Oscar on Best Desolation.
Like the end of time; the signs of desolation is how we could describe the scene that presented itself as we entered the village after the hurricane had fast.
When you left, everything became a blur of repetitive addictions and rare distinctions. I woke up one day with nothing left but the bitter aftertaste of our memories. Your a crappy actor but someday, I know you’d win an Oscar on Best Desolation
When you left, everything became a blur of repetitive addictions and rare distinctions. I woke up one day with nothing left but the bitter aftertaste of our memories. Your a crappy actor but someday, I know you’d win an Oscar on Best Desolation.
In the depth of their animosity, there is a curious, codependent calamity that lies between them. An forbidden creation rising from this desolation they call mutual hatred.
Desolation is like isolation, n’est-ce pas? Well, of course I think of a desert first. But I think there was a certain desolation after Hurricane Andrew. The entire population walked around in shock for weeks. That’s how desolation can affect one’s soul. It’s ever so desolate.