|
|
in_the_absence_of_hope
|
|
g h o s t
|
the possibility that this is as good as it gets is why sometimes i don't think i can go on
|
020305
|
|
... |
|
continuous ache
|
in the absence of hope there is strength. make me cold to this.
|
020305
|
|
... |
|
unhinged
|
i sleep my life away, shrugging off responsibility. 'i hate going to sleep at night because it means i have to get up in the morning.'
|
020305
|
|
... |
|
Arwyn
|
i'll take the bottle of morgan and have a good fuckin' time
|
020305
|
|
... |
|
silentbob
|
in the absence of hope, there is peanut butter.
|
020305
|
|
... |
|
Photophobe
|
There is a guitar and some coffee
|
020321
|
|
... |
|
continuous ache
|
hope has departed, but i find light in a most unexpected place..... all it took was a few emails. if i could, i would give you everything. maybe i just want you because it's not possible, but i think it's something else. hope you got a kick out of this one god, real funny.
|
020329
|
|
... |
|
reitoei
|
there is the cold, cruel face of reality and the current situation which you have to deal with. there is never any hope. there is now. there is nothing to compare 'now' to, the past is gone, the future may never come. anything you hope for comes from a construct of your own mind and expectations based on the past. the past is not real.
|
020330
|
|
... |
|
Casey
|
My life will end. I will go into my room, turn off the lights, sit in a corner, eat a box of Chicken in a Biscut, then curl up and die.
|
020331
|
|
... |
|
solitary
|
there is only wistfulness, and a painful regret that digs to the center of earth.
|
021218
|
|
... |
|
trying
|
I will instead wrap my arms around your pain and hold it for you for as long as you will let me.
|
021218
|
|
... |
|
.
|
.
|
040925
|
|
... |
|
O_A
|
And everytime she leaves me, in flames of betrayal and dissapointment, I believe that she is gone, for real this time. So I wonder what it is in me that keeps her, my precious hope alive. You kill her with your words, your actions, yet she returns, much like you. I wonder if it could be that secretly you are my hope, and she is not a she at all.
|
040926
|
|
... |
|
god
|
we find you. look at ya. pitiful. not that i'm any better off, or better than you, but christ, lorraine... i gotta tellya. the last time you stayed out all night i knew what you were doing. not that i'm one to judge, but i was a little disappointed.
|
040926
|
|
... |
|
ambermoon
|
there is stll life.... ...i hope
|
040926
|
|
... |
|
{ am
|
still*
|
040926
|
|
... |
|
three words
|
eden moved in_the_absence_of_hope
|
051101
|
|
... |
|
pete
|
there's no hope when there's nothing to lose
|
051101
|
|
... |
|
mos
|
music
|
051101
|
|
... |
|
unhinged
|
there's always sex_drugs_and_rock_n_roll and then the inevitable crash depressed numb
|
080609
|
|
... |
|
Lemon_Soda
|
Thats because sex, drugs, and rock n roll are more often distractions from life instead of the enhancers they are meant to be...Using them as such means you leave nothing only to return to it.
|
080609
|
|
... |
|
unhinged
|
but some holes just ache to be filled. by any means necessary.
|
080609
|
|
... |
|
Lemon_Soda
|
Those things don't fill that hole, they cover it up. A soon as your sober again, the cover is lifted... You can deal with it, or cover the hole again.
|
080609
|
|
... |
|
TransientX
|
I escape to music.
|
080610
|
|
... |
|
when darkness falls
|
there are just too many things that remind me of her here. after I move maybe i'll stop thinking about her.
|
080610
|
|
... |
|
unhinged
|
maybe the scenery outside changes, but the inside remains the same. i haven't seen or talked to him in almost five years. i moved four states away. and even still, i think about him sometimes. especially when i am numb and lonely and thoughts of him are the last best memories i have of a man that actually cared about me and wasn't just using me as a hole.
|
080610
|
|
... |
|
dafremen
|
think...spackle..
|
080610
|
|
... |
|
LEMON SODA RESPONDING
|
CHECK
|
081110
|
|
... |
|
hsg
|
embers_come_in_many_shades
|
081110
|
|
... |
|
Oh_So_Smelly
|
If you are fortunate There might be kind arms, open to you Forgiving of your drunk ramblings Tender with your singed confidence Asking for not much
|
081110
|
|
... |
|
SleepieCloud
|
Dum Spiro, Spero. With Life... hopes.
|
081218
|
|
... |
|
minnesota_chris
|
keep working anyways
|
090107
|
|
|
what's it to you?
who
go
|
blather
from
|