Despairs Stories

Despair's inevitability By h james a. galgano Dreams once sewn on concrete fields foresworn eternal. Are soon left for naught within condescending light once diurnal. Searching for one given moment hopes are harvested by sheer might. Like some untrue miracle of loaves and fishes to feed voracious un-requite Within untilled soil whose thirst is unquenched by drought with no reprieve That starvation soon becomes a familiar unwelcome bringing hope to knees. There is a despair aroused places each and every dream finally to eternal rest While lingering aspirations cavort easily with blossoming ideology to detest But for the grace of so many manmade gods do we all go like lemmings into sea Left with unshared laughter wrought from the depths of despair dispensed equally.

A Danganronpa Fan-Fiction in where overseas branches of the Future Foundation in America is holding a meeting with the other branches leaders. Once they arrive everything seems fine until the whole meeting is a wreck...and everything goes black.

(My old poetry collection 'Ephemeral' got deleted. So it's the next part. It will hold some old and new pieces too) Those who didn't understand your silence, will never understand your words. With this thought, I am writing this poetry collection named 'Glassmakers' Dark love, romance, passionate, inspiration, motivation...all kinds of poetry Please give it a try #141 - 21/3/17 Cover courtesy - @XxphoenixflamesxX

I always dreamed, but my fairy tale dream was so realistic. It was real to the point that I dreamed of winter as warmth and never distant. My mother told me life is full of broken promises and if we want to survive, then deal with it, but if we want to live , then strive to keep the unbroken ones from being hatred's last week's leftovers. Until last December...I saw what it really was. I saw what it can make you do, if you let it. Everyone wants to love you when the sun is shinning and warm, but once the snow storm comes raging in, they disappear like snowflakes melting on the ground. My name is Inna...Inna Maria and I say it's hard to walk in the cold but it's even harder to run while it's hot!

DESPAIR

They overthrew a monarch for the sake of them all. They turned to an 'extreme' form of government in order to gain stability in the hopes it would work. They fell apart and are left with a mismatched identity. They aren't who they used to be. Purity breaks free from the trance she's been under for an eternity and begins to pick up the pieces to rediscover herself and what used to be: The librarian who continues to write history The dictator who continues to take a path of corruption The star who wishes to shine in the sky The lost who continue to roam the barren lands They thought it would work, but I guess some things are never meant to be, aren't they?