Tags : pessimism

The Pessimist's Flight

The Pessimist's Flight

A Poem by Cheshire Cat


The road that is lit, dimly, by the lampposts of pessimism; a light that, in lieu of guiding one away from the darkness, pushes one deeper into the ab..
Patience

Patience

A Poem by gabiaimee


We all need a little
Nothing's Changed

Nothing's Changed

A Poem by Tyrae'


"Realizing that you picked up right where you left off"
Pessimism?

Pessimism?

A Poem by Rafy T.Nym


Free verse gothic poetry with half rhyme.
like syrup

like syrup

A Poem by kitty blur


a poem that FINALLY doesn't solely focus on aforementioned Boy
This is Amtrak

This is Amtrak

A Story by Kibbles and Quips


The second of three short stories I wrote for my nonfiction class.
An -ist meeting.

An -ist meeting.

A Poem by Marina


What pessimists, optimists, realists and the rest of ists do in their monthly meetups. 'Cause they totally happen.
Worthless Weight

Worthless Weight

A Poem by Footprints al carbon


What's holding you back?
What Can I Do?

What Can I Do?

A Poem by Sergei


The pessimism that comes with realising oppression.
A Panacea for Our Wrath

A Panacea for Our Wrath

A Story by Hamza Masaeed


People who incessantly exhibit angriness are often associated with words that hold negative connotations in them; angry people are gloomy, forlorn, e..
A Cure for Pessimism

A Cure for Pessimism

A Story by Daniel Seward


The fallacy of Pessimistic Philosophy and its cure.
Grey Linings

Grey Linings

A Poem by Her Love


"Hello!" I say. She says, "Hello..." "What lovely weather!" I say. She says, "What lovely weather?"
Do You Believe In True Love?

Do You Believe In True Love?

A Poem by Ryan


Love can be a scary thing...
Cynic’s Paintbrush

Cynic’s Paintbrush

A Poem by Jamie Starlight


Written 7/23/18
Hate Purified into Barbed Wire through a Baseball Bat {old}

Hate Purified into Barbed Wire through a Baseball ..

A Chapter by Austin Wade Runyon


Hate Purified into Barbed Wire through a Baseball Bat by xAshRx There isn't enough dirt on this Earth to bury my enemies There isn't enough blood..
I: The Cosmonaut

I: The Cosmonaut

A Chapter by Austin Wade Runyon


Once the human condition is cured the only action to take next is suicide.

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