sadness creeping inside me, i don’t know what to do. how did it happen? how did my life turn out like this? i’m not quite sure but it is always around me now. the light at the end of the tunnel gets darker everyday.
the ugly kitty had no hair
much to her dismay and despair
though she had many riches
wore velveteen fur from foxes and bitches
looking down at the human slaves from her chair
I have found despair hiding beneath my bed. I forgot that I put it there. It is dusty and ancient, and reminds of the old show boxes I kept for memory. I think to clean it, polish it. Some things you just have to throw away.
I really would rather not talk about it. About drowning in your own misery. About being flooded by hopelessness and cruel torment.
It is so frustrating to even think that this, or any word like this would get something from me. Really? Do you think that this is the word of creation and most beautiful collage of emotions unsaid… and things undone….?
They could be I suppose.
I’d rather not talk about this word. I’d rather not.
I once thought in great despair that the days of days, the night of night, and moments of moments would never happen, I would die an old balding, decrepit man, wheeling his time away in motorized chair as I wheeled the isle of Wal-mart as I was gagged at by the young whipper snappers as the rot of the gene pool, but it happened April 23, 2004… The glorious moment happened…
The depths of misery is what I call despair. When I’ve reached the end of my rope and have no alternatives left to get where I need to be, I’m experiencing gut-wrenching feelings of hopelessness.
He screamed out in despair only to be greeted by his own echo. The dark room filled with silence once the door slammed shut. The darkness was so thick the room seemed to become something real and alive. He was now convinced that taking away your senses was one of the worst forms of punishment possible.
He looked on in despair. How was he going to reach his family? They were ripped from him like paper through a shredder. He began to plot his course and headed North. He believed they might be in a compound there.
I’m tired of getting lost in the same round-about games of life, where you do something great, and then the next moment someone either takes it away, or does it better. It rips you apart and brings down your spirit; leaves you in despair. Fuck that, I’m changing my attitude.
And in the unfanthomable void of despair I scale the walls and soar into the minds of others, unable to scratch the surface and dig through to the inner outmost happiness of what is the light of life and the space of hope.
Despair, i a lovely word of sorts. its meaning is dark and disturbing, however the flow of the word itself is rather artistic. Combined with the meaning it creates a ballet of dark and light in which someones despair can almost be seen as a form of art worthy of being observed.
is something that everyone feels. It is something that can, in the end, make you extremely happy. It is a real life emotion that happens inside your body. Everyone can relate to it. It has the power to send your brain on a crazy journey. Enjoy despair when it comes to you.
Despair … what a lonely word … it brings to mind heartache, and feelings of total worthlessness. Its a word I’d like to strike from my vocabulary … it’s a word that the world needs to find a cure for.
Why despair over the things we cannot change? Why not glorify those around us through our deeds? There is enough despair and gloom in the world already, is there not? So, let’s reach out to those in need and give a helping hand and a smile.
it’s dark and he can’t wake up from it, this is a nightmare he created. he can’t breathe and there is no way he can stop the rapid fluttering of his heart. for a split second he see light but it quickly turns into something horrible. that light turns into red, a crimson red the color of blood, of her blood. he failed to protect her.
Despair, your face hangs like your head does on your shoulders, you’re not good enough, not talented enough and are without the ability to turn it all around, and you can’t even give up because then you’ll have to just fail at something completely new.
it’s dark and he can’t wake up from it, this is a nightmare he created. he can’t breathe and there is no way he can stop the rapid fluttering of his heart
Despair is worse than sadness, its an awful gnawing in the pit of your stomach that makes you wonder if you’ll ever feel happy again. Its when the tiniest thing can set you over the edge, make you cry until your eyes are red and your pillow is soaked. Despair is feeling like you’re in a swirling black whirlpool, trying desperately to keep your head above and failing, getting plunged into the icy water again and again.
It cracks at my skin, claws at my eyes. I can’t do anything but wallow in it, chained to my house like it’s holding me prisoner.
How dare you do this to me?
A lot of that is going on right now, but not much. Despair lives in everyone. It sucks. Sometimes. There’s a lot. I’ve said that. I think of love and stupid ROmeo & Juliet. I think that despair can be handled, why not. Just have a good head on your shoulders………
I despair not in the Lord. Without him in my life, I would, indeed, be despaired. Despair is from the Devil, and he enjoys seeing us miserable, down on ourselves, and self-condemning, mostly without his influence.
But in God, we can be free and healed of despair, and enjoy His Love.
Oh what the fuck is this despair? God, I am through with this stupid sense of helplessness. I am through with feeling like I’ve lost something and like I can never get back up. Life goes on. That’s is the only truth and it will always be that way. Life goes on. And you know what? I am only moving up and out from here. I am forcing my way to be happy.
Despair is HORRIBLE. It’s like a dark pit that you can never get out of (Yes, I got that from Princess Bride). I despise despair because it leaves people in bad moods and situations that you can not get out of at all. It’s our own enemy.
Oh my God. Like I said I have no idea what this word means I think I kind of do. It’s like when you give up on something entirely for example: “He threw his hands up in despair” that kind of thing but at the same time I have no idea what other way to use the word. Despair is not in my vocabulary meaning I don’t use it often.
This is getting ridiculous, I don’t know if it’s the browser I’m using, the speed of my internet or whatever, but I just can’t seem to submit my entry without the page freezing. I despair of this website, and acknowledge that true madness is doing the same thing repeatedly expecting different results.
I have felt this many times on my life, no matter what else was happening. Despair has a funny way of sneaking up on you when you’ve had a lovely day of relaxation or a day sans stress.
Such a sad feeling,it really is. Despair..it just sounds sad. Like you are missing a pair of your favorite socks, or realizing your not as important as you really think you are.
It’s something that doesn’t go away. You sit alone and all you can do is remember every little thing you’ve done wrong. Everything you’ve ever said. Everything you blame yourself for. And that is all you can do, it crushes you. It’s painful. And there is nothing you can do about it.
the strangle of it how it winds and twists and squeezes the life force from you and suddenly with a small and simple smile it is broken—that rope of despair is frayed apart and you are free
Despair.com Once again, advertising completely shoves all other creativity out of my brain. But they do have a few posters there that I LOVE. The falling star one is one of my favorites. I should buy that. I like their valentines candy too but haven’t had the nerve to send one to anybody.
Despair is to have nothing. Despair is to have no hope in the world. Despair is when everyone or everything around you is falling apart or dying. Despair is when you have nowhere else to run. It’s a feeling like it’s the end, but it really isn’t. Even when you feel like your life is over, you can overcome the feelings of despair. Everything happens for a reason, even feelings of despair. You will overcome it. Despair is to be ready to f*ck and then they die right in front of you.
falling over in despair, the hair sloping down around the ankles as the tears fall from their eyes, overwhelmed with sorrow. nothing will ever go right! everything is the worst. hearts heavy with hopelessness, they turn their eyes away from the horizon and trap themselves in the staring at their toes
A feeling of longing, of loss; realization that the very thing you want the most will never be found, never return. An aching from within that breaks its way out from the inside, slowly expanding your heart till the pressure causes it to burst.
sadness creeping inside me, i don’t know what to do. how did it happen? how did my life turn out like this? i’m not quite sure but it is always around me now. the light at the end of the tunnel gets darker everyday.
the ugly kitty had no hair
much to her dismay and despair
though she had many riches
wore velveteen fur from foxes and bitches
looking down at the human slaves from her chair
I have found despair hiding beneath my bed. I forgot that I put it there. It is dusty and ancient, and reminds of the old show boxes I kept for memory. I think to clean it, polish it. Some things you just have to throw away.
I really would rather not talk about it. About drowning in your own misery. About being flooded by hopelessness and cruel torment.
It is so frustrating to even think that this, or any word like this would get something from me. Really? Do you think that this is the word of creation and most beautiful collage of emotions unsaid… and things undone….?
They could be I suppose.
I’d rather not talk about this word. I’d rather not.
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I once thought in great despair that the days of days, the night of night, and moments of moments would never happen, I would die an old balding, decrepit man, wheeling his time away in motorized chair as I wheeled the isle of Wal-mart as I was gagged at by the young whipper snappers as the rot of the gene pool, but it happened April 23, 2004… The glorious moment happened…
sad
desperate
crying
at the end of ones rope
dark
grey
loss
grief
no more
The depths of misery is what I call despair. When I’ve reached the end of my rope and have no alternatives left to get where I need to be, I’m experiencing gut-wrenching feelings of hopelessness.
He screamed out in despair only to be greeted by his own echo. The dark room filled with silence once the door slammed shut. The darkness was so thick the room seemed to become something real and alive. He was now convinced that taking away your senses was one of the worst forms of punishment possible.
He looked on in despair. How was he going to reach his family? They were ripped from him like paper through a shredder. He began to plot his course and headed North. He believed they might be in a compound there.
pain agony the feeling of having a delusin ripped from your eyes from your face
the pain you gave me the ghost you left in my mind
the ripping scathing shredding immolation of this little heart
its so painful i can barely stand it sometimes.
I’m tired of getting lost in the same round-about games of life, where you do something great, and then the next moment someone either takes it away, or does it better. It rips you apart and brings down your spirit; leaves you in despair. Fuck that, I’m changing my attitude.
And in the unfanthomable void of despair I scale the walls and soar into the minds of others, unable to scratch the surface and dig through to the inner outmost happiness of what is the light of life and the space of hope.
Despair, i a lovely word of sorts. its meaning is dark and disturbing, however the flow of the word itself is rather artistic. Combined with the meaning it creates a ballet of dark and light in which someones despair can almost be seen as a form of art worthy of being observed.
is something that everyone feels. It is something that can, in the end, make you extremely happy. It is a real life emotion that happens inside your body. Everyone can relate to it. It has the power to send your brain on a crazy journey. Enjoy despair when it comes to you.
Despair … what a lonely word … it brings to mind heartache, and feelings of total worthlessness. Its a word I’d like to strike from my vocabulary … it’s a word that the world needs to find a cure for.
Why despair over the things we cannot change? Why not glorify those around us through our deeds? There is enough despair and gloom in the world already, is there not? So, let’s reach out to those in need and give a helping hand and a smile.
it’s dark and he can’t wake up from it, this is a nightmare he created. he can’t breathe and there is no way he can stop the rapid fluttering of his heart. for a split second he see light but it quickly turns into something horrible. that light turns into red, a crimson red the color of blood, of her blood. he failed to protect her.
Despair, your face hangs like your head does on your shoulders, you’re not good enough, not talented enough and are without the ability to turn it all around, and you can’t even give up because then you’ll have to just fail at something completely new.
it’s dark and he can’t wake up from it, this is a nightmare he created. he can’t breathe and there is no way he can stop the rapid fluttering of his heart
pair
chair
purple
shout
screaming
scared
blue
sweaty
run away
Despair is worse than sadness, its an awful gnawing in the pit of your stomach that makes you wonder if you’ll ever feel happy again. Its when the tiniest thing can set you over the edge, make you cry until your eyes are red and your pillow is soaked. Despair is feeling like you’re in a swirling black whirlpool, trying desperately to keep your head above and failing, getting plunged into the icy water again and again.
It cracks at my skin, claws at my eyes. I can’t do anything but wallow in it, chained to my house like it’s holding me prisoner.
How dare you do this to me?
A lot of that is going on right now, but not much. Despair lives in everyone. It sucks. Sometimes. There’s a lot. I’ve said that. I think of love and stupid ROmeo & Juliet. I think that despair can be handled, why not. Just have a good head on your shoulders………
I despair not in the Lord. Without him in my life, I would, indeed, be despaired. Despair is from the Devil, and he enjoys seeing us miserable, down on ourselves, and self-condemning, mostly without his influence.
But in God, we can be free and healed of despair, and enjoy His Love.
Oh what the fuck is this despair? God, I am through with this stupid sense of helplessness. I am through with feeling like I’ve lost something and like I can never get back up. Life goes on. That’s is the only truth and it will always be that way. Life goes on. And you know what? I am only moving up and out from here. I am forcing my way to be happy.
Despair is HORRIBLE. It’s like a dark pit that you can never get out of (Yes, I got that from Princess Bride). I despise despair because it leaves people in bad moods and situations that you can not get out of at all. It’s our own enemy.
Oh my God. Like I said I have no idea what this word means I think I kind of do. It’s like when you give up on something entirely for example: “He threw his hands up in despair” that kind of thing but at the same time I have no idea what other way to use the word. Despair is not in my vocabulary meaning I don’t use it often.
This is getting ridiculous, I don’t know if it’s the browser I’m using, the speed of my internet or whatever, but I just can’t seem to submit my entry without the page freezing. I despair of this website, and acknowledge that true madness is doing the same thing repeatedly expecting different results.
I have felt this many times on my life, no matter what else was happening. Despair has a funny way of sneaking up on you when you’ve had a lovely day of relaxation or a day sans stress.
Down, depressed
Deep in despair
You want to be happy
But it’s just not there
Such a sad feeling,it really is. Despair..it just sounds sad. Like you are missing a pair of your favorite socks, or realizing your not as important as you really think you are.
It’s something that doesn’t go away. You sit alone and all you can do is remember every little thing you’ve done wrong. Everything you’ve ever said. Everything you blame yourself for. And that is all you can do, it crushes you. It’s painful. And there is nothing you can do about it.
the strangle of it how it winds and twists and squeezes the life force from you and suddenly with a small and simple smile it is broken—that rope of despair is frayed apart and you are free
I will not despair at the condition of youth today. I will not embrace the bitter nastiness of age. I will not be old in spirit.
no fun..not what you want to have in your thoughts and your life,…eventually!
despair.
Despair.com Once again, advertising completely shoves all other creativity out of my brain. But they do have a few posters there that I LOVE. The falling star one is one of my favorites. I should buy that. I like their valentines candy too but haven’t had the nerve to send one to anybody.
Despair is to have nothing. Despair is to have no hope in the world. Despair is when everyone or everything around you is falling apart or dying. Despair is when you have nowhere else to run. It’s a feeling like it’s the end, but it really isn’t. Even when you feel like your life is over, you can overcome the feelings of despair. Everything happens for a reason, even feelings of despair. You will overcome it. Despair is to be ready to f*ck and then they die right in front of you.
falling over in despair, the hair sloping down around the ankles as the tears fall from their eyes, overwhelmed with sorrow. nothing will ever go right! everything is the worst. hearts heavy with hopelessness, they turn their eyes away from the horizon and trap themselves in the staring at their toes
A feeling of longing, of loss; realization that the very thing you want the most will never be found, never return. An aching from within that breaks its way out from the inside, slowly expanding your heart till the pressure causes it to burst.