#pessimistic
"New year, new me"
yet again, I pray to be.
Then, why still a poor glimpse of an old me is all I see?
Did I win my battles or did I flee?
All pain, All pain is all I see!
My mind like driven by negative energy.
Why can't I be a bit happy?
Jan 1
Jan 1, 2026 at 2:52 PM UTC
All line’s a gloomful mile
Escaping the infernal asylum
Undaring to ever peep it back
My sweat’s alchemized despair
Blackness of defunct stars
Psychic smoke, tearsome ruins of fleshful rubble
Neither soul nor lungs respire well
Multitude of ghosts screeching “Hellest hell!!!”
Forgotten town hosting torture for the psyche
Ashified rain blinding the melancholic orbs
Remote violence in its darkness
Arctic bones shrieking n' shattering
Only Lord to carry woeful demi-cadavers
Villagers livin’ like corpses
But scarecrows dance their life
Spookin’ all the starved crows
Now only nowhere for ‘em to chow
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 1:11 PM UTC
I saw some,
the solitary creatures with fervent,
misguided entitlement they carry,
an astonishing amount of delusions
yet strangely quite self-aware,
the jaded pessimists
who have the ability to feel optimistic
even after a lifetime of disappointment,
the burnt-out perfectionists,
sometimes bludgeoned into settling for mediocrity,
then feeling a euphoric rush
from completing a single deadline.
I saw me.
Nov 26, 2025
Nov 26, 2025 at 10:04 AM UTC
What is hope?
How is it defined?
What is despair?
How is it defined?
Why do we feel these things?
How is it processed?
Hope makes you naive,
Gullible, optimistic,
Despair makes you desperate,
Sacrificing, pessimistic,
These emotions are useless,
In this large cruel world
In this thing we call life
What is life?
Truly why do we live?
Is it some need?
How naive, how desperate,
How fortunate could you truly be?
All you need is to survive,
“What do I need?”
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 11:22 AM UTC
Woke up with the moon
You could say
Everything was merry
Full of life and energy
Pessimist me was locked
Optimism all the way through
Should have known its short lived
Now it's late
And just as its dark
So are my emotions
All the expectations I had
For me and others
Just doesn't cut it anymore
In the end its me Pessimist me
So goodnight I say
For today is done
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 10:24 AM UTC
oh my, a white flower.
pale as snow and oh so pure
that even the devils cower
is it a cure?
distaste in my mouth
how can something be so innocent
when my whole life is going south
not a sliver of thing decent
I didn't flinch
as I crush the flower with my foot
maybe I'm a Grinch
pessimistic to the root
I felt its petals grinding
turning into powder
consumed by a rage so blinding
that it makes me wonder
what have I become
...?
Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 3:22 AM UTC
What fresh invention,
Breaking with convention;
To press down with anger,
And drive firm with depression.
Comfort in the arms, of a
Thorny ex. Bathed in attention.
A hopeless obsession- the silenced
Tongue wags,
In this quiet procession.
Aug 2, 2023
Aug 2, 2023 at 4:48 PM UTC
I do not know of halcyon days,
for the daily outlets of my extremes
are still too dominant in order
to appease the thirst and flames.
Aug 18, 2022
Aug 18, 2022 at 9:07 PM UTC
"Unfortunately, honey, the sunflowers still face the sun
and the rivers run toward the oceans.
Our neighbors do grow old,
and the clouds still make rain.
City lights pollute our sky's natural beauty
while we pollute our hearts in the same darkness.
So, you know, we stay pessimistic in a world that is quickly dying,
and we don't recognize things until they've disappeared.
We don't love enough for what little life we're given,
and we leave a scar once we're gone.
So, we must remember that the optimistic sun is made for the flowers,
and the rivers and ocean are but the same water.
Our neighbors see us grow too,
and the same clouds make rain for those sunflowers
just as we are made for each other.
To see each other and touch their hearts, too.
The hearts that fill up the dark.
The city will light our way home,
and the sky has stars in the dark.
It can go two ways, you see.
Do not forget the other side,
what we cannot see,
what we forget.
We are victims of this,
but the world is your oyster.
And your mind it is what you make it."
Jun 15, 2021
Jun 15, 2021 at 2:43 AM UTC
We broke the world with our haste
We broke the world with our greed
We broke the world with our horrid taste
We broke the world with our desire to bleed
We broke the world with our differences
We broke the world with our hate
We broke the world with our terrible preferences
We broke the world with our distaste for being late
We broke the world with our monuments
We broke the world with our thoughts
We broke the world with our pointless arguments
We broke the world with our wooden cross
We killed the world that once worked for the people
We killed the world that celebrated the brightest of bright
We killed the world in which we once were equal
We killed the world with all our monstrous might
May 8, 2021
May 8, 2021 at 12:55 PM UTC
every day is a second chance
as the first is already lost,
every love is a second dance
as the first still plays in your thoughts,
every life: a second glance
at a past at present not worth its cost.
Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 1:32 PM UTC
I've always been in between life.
It's always somewhere over being
uncertain and certain,
optimistic and pessimistic,
and introverted or extroverted.
Despite all that,
there's one thing I'm sure of.
It is holding on to dear life,
going along through it.
I am nothing more than human,
but I am my own future.
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 10:37 AM UTC
I’ve been searching for my life’s purpose for a couple of years and let me tell you this.
The only thing that I’ve discovered is that:
“There are no lights, music and fireworks for us, buddy, in the land of self-development”
No lofty aspirations to be realized.
Nor shiny kick *** careers to be given attention to.
NO SUCH LUCK.
The only thing that exists is kind of pessimistic albeit genuine.
As far as I know, it is your only chance of doing anything.
“Only the principle of minimum effort rules the underworld that’s lodged deep within our heads”
(The voice said)
Again the voice spoke. (This time with a much more demanding tone)
“Do the least you can do and do it well”
“For there is no place for underachievers like you here in OUR domain”
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 11:09 AM UTC
I wish to be a
man of hope again but this
life is just too cruel
11:16 AM
22/12/19
Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 7:17 PM UTC
We are growing into
a world of empty promises,
a world of dishonesty,
a world of trust issues,
a world of backstabbers,
& a world of one-sided efforts.
We're losing our motivation
of pursuing relationships & friendships.
We're sabotaging the progress
we're making to better our lives.
I don't know if this is my pessimistic thinking
or its reality.
Whatever it is, it's sad.
Nov 19, 2019
Nov 19, 2019 at 9:32 AM UTC
Let them leave-
it doesn't matter.
If life is temporary,
how can they be permanent?
Nothing really lasts so
strap yourself in and
enjoy the ride.
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 5:12 AM UTC
Tell me please, why do you like death?
What is it about her?
Is she better than me?
Do you have a cemetery shortage?
Candles.
This town is endless.
Jun 8, 2019
Jun 8, 2019 at 3:25 AM UTC
And as I bathed in milk, it became curdled. My heart eventually turning everything sour. It is a magic trick only I know.
Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 10:02 PM UTC
Does everyone come to realize that life is just a terminal illness?
Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 9:04 PM UTC
That feeling you get when you try giving up being a pessimist.
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 1:23 PM UTC
"You need a good education to live a full and happy life."
"You'll never make it without a degree."
"Be reasonable."
"Have a plan B."
"Be realistic."
What's realistic to me is different than what's realistic to you.
I don't want a plan B, my heart is set on one thing.
If being reasonable means working a dead end job,
consider me the contrary.
No degree means no me? What about Brian Adams,
Adele, David Bowe, Thomas Edison and even
nine US presidents with no degree and
amazing lives.
Some people I know dropped out of high
school, barely know how to sign their name
and living their lives to the fullest.
So do not tell me what to do or who I am or who I have to be.
I will be me, even if that means I am a starving artist at fifty-
three.
Even if that means I am couch surfing half my life while
finding my dream job.
Even if that means I am unrealistically hopeful my
whole life.
At least I am not a pessimistic, discouraging, sad
being. Like you want me to be.
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 6:41 PM UTC
I finally found the answers
To the questions I thought were unknown
I shall forever remain a lone wolf
This boat of mine will never reach shore
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 2:21 PM UTC