Well, it's set in a dystopian society.
Ember Evanescent
Ember Evanescent
Oct 23, 2014

So I'm writing a fiction novel

Cool, what's It about?

Well, it's set in a dystopian society.

So not very cheerful. Tell me about the society.

There are multiple different governments that disagree with each other, millions die everyday, people are tortured, some people are even killing themselves because of diseases of the mind, sometimes people hurt each other bad enough emotionally they traumatize them. People still judge each other based on things they can't change and your beliefs can get you killed. People shoot other people for no reason and there are always nuclear weapons pointed at each other. Crazy people and worse, some sane people murder people remorselessly and so many people hate each other.

Sounds awful, what's it called?


I know it's not really a poem but I'm upset right now.
The dystopian slumber doesn't quiver,
Mercury Chap
Mercury Chap
Apr 24, 2015

The dark (k)night,
Cold and dreary,
The silver spot of light,
Soothing but scary,
Draping the shadows beneath the (k)night'sky
Running away from a reproachful eye,
Wolfs cry and leaves rustle
Sprinting feet quickly hustle,
(K)night's dark but the dawn breaks,
(K)Night sleeps deeper and deeper, it's insatiable,
Mother doesn't but son wakes,
The dystopian slumber doesn't quiver,
He's only one left awake in this rubble
He's only one left alone to flow away in his dreamy river.

My first sonnet.
A dystopian world,
Tanya Ward
Nov 26, 2012

We are the people that you created.
A generation going nowhere.
We are the kids that you hate.
Brought up by fear and paranoia.
The technology era,
distinguished by guns and violence.
Raised and spoiled;
aggression and hate the new emotions.
Alienated from each other.
Passion and empathy completely diminished.
A dystopian world,
ruled by liars and thieves.
Pain is coupled with pleasure.
Angst and depression consuming the minds.
Break away from the hate.
Become a better generation.
We are not the nowhere kids.

Jan 28, 2015

Dumpsters rain on lots,
Seagulls fly over asphalt,
  .  .  .  Ocean food waiting.

#haiku   #nature   #survival   #irony   #fable   #dystopian  
We already live in a dystopian world
Otherworldly Wanderer

We already live in a dystopian world
No need to lie to ourselves

Some folk believe that they live in peace
When really they live inside of privilege
They bask under advantages bestowed upon them by birth
Then expect the oppressed to play nice

Day by day
Survivors struggle not to starve
Day by day
Minorities put up with minimal compassion and maximum manipulation
Day by day
Souls are kicked in the teeth and told that it is their own fault
Day by day
Innocent people die out on the streets

It's no wonder why we are all so depressed

nly this place can release my from this dystopian enchantment
Jan 19, 2013

In the place where the moon meets broken shadows, it begins with the swelling of my eyes  

Tears roll across the scars, that no one else can see

A phantom’s curse

Only this place can release my from this dystopian enchantment

The sweet smell alone entangles me with feelings of safety and wonder

For a reality flooded with forest flowers and a throbbing wind

It teases my subconsciousness, it trickles down to my soul

Like a an agonizing murmur

The hypnotic web forms

In this quiet place clouds hurry across confusing shadows

Shivering in the delicious sunlight

My immaculate hour of rediscovery begins…

In a dystopian future where mosquitos have been all bu
Annamaria Dosseva

In a dystopian future where mosquitos have been all but eradicated, manual injections of anti-coagulants are a luxury in which the rich partake. Demand is high and access is highly restricted. On the surface, this is justified through religious ideologies, but at its core it is driven by class discrimination; it is a way for the wealthy to give yet another hearty fuck-you to the poor.

As often happens in the case of substances which are both in demand and restricted, a thriving illegal drug trade has emerged. Low-quality anti-coagulants trickle down to the poor, but are, of course, subject to higher sentencing, for the safety of those taking them.

People share needles. Facilities for safe-injections exist, but mostly people prefer to attend ‘injection orgies' where they literally scratch each other’s backs.

Nov 6, 2012

The urge to create, to write
to paint to compose
is only a disillusioned
form of madness.

But great art can come
of madness, and
sorrow can birth
extraordinary genius,
so embrace your
defects and fault lines,
for normality
is a fate
worse than death.

Tamzin Stanford
Jun 9, 2015

It's been a month since the illness started,
catching like wildfire,
the world's departed
it started off with the vast mutation
of a microbe that struck the nation
the pain it's caused, the lives it's destroyed
people tried to hide, they just cant avoid
that cloud that hovers over,
thats the illness

not completely finished yet.
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