Join Us in Despair

You know when you were a kid and your diary was full of angst and woe-is-me-ness? That is what this blog is for. Lost your job, dog is sick, someone stole your parking spot, crashed your car, just generally glum? This is the place to put all that lovely grey and those long drawn out sighs.

Lists of sad songs. Depressing movie reviews. Top ten reason to stay in bed. All things not happy. Bring them here.

Are you sick, are you tired? Have you been sick & tired for a year? Share it here. Unhappy, gloomy, dismal, down in the dumps, miserable only. Did you have a bad day, a month... share. Not that tragedy and despair can't be funny, contributors are welcome to make their posts goofy, witty, laugh-out-loudable, just not happy or upbeat.

Would you like to be part of the DD&D project? Do you have a sad story, a rant, a poem of a lost love? Join us as a contributor.


Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Listen to the Silence


The world is broken
Lies are spoken
People are blinded
By bright shiny things

Nobody sees
The darkness that crawls
Nobody cares
For mortals and fools

Nobody listens
To the calls of the living
Nobody hears
The silence that’s screaming

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Monday, March 23, 2009

Violet

Violet by Hole from the album Live Through This

And the sky was made of amethyst
And all the stars were just like little fish
You should learn when to go
You should learn how to say no

Might last a day yeah
Mine is forever
Might last a day, yeah
Mine is forever

When they get what they want, they never want it again
When they get what they want, they never want it again

Go on, take everything, take everything, I want you to
Go on, take everything, take everything, I want you to

And the sky was all violet.
I wanna give my violet more violence.
And I'm the one with no soul
One above and one below

Might last a day yeah
Mine is forever
Might last a day, yeah
Mine is forever

When they get what they want, they never want it again
When they get what they want, they never want it again

Go on, take everything take everything I want you to
Go on, take everything take everything I dare you to

I told you from the start just how this would end
When I get what I want I never want it again

Go on, take everything take everyting I want you to
Go on, take everything, take everything I want you to
Go on, take everything, take everything I want you to
Go on, take everything, take everything I want you to
Go on take everything take everything take everything take everything

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Don't Pray For Me

Don't Pray For Me by Skold

an extra mile to cross the line
I kiss my Judas one more time
I die... for your sin

life is simple, life is sweet
the perspective from down on your knees
will kill... you from with in

fortune and fame
torture and shame
think twice
before you speak

glory and blame
it's all the same
my game
is your defeat

don't pray for me
I don't need your sympathy
I don't want your god protecting me
don't pray for me
I don't want your empathy
I don't need your savior saving me
don't pray for me

I don't care what book you quote
your poison is my antidote
I don't burn
and I don't breathe

wrap that guilt up deep inside
religion as an alibi
what more... could you need?

fortune and fame
torture and shame
you still
don't understand

glory and blame
it's all the same
some things
go hand in hand

don't pray for me
I don't need your sympathy
I don't want your god protecting me
don't pray for me
I don't want your empathy
I don't need your savior saving me
don't pray for me

sacrifice the innocence
when you eliminate the decadence
you celebrate an enemy
who'll blind your eyes and steal your dreams

(I don't need your sympathy
I don't want your god protecting me
don't pray for me
I don't want your empathy
I don't need your savior saving me)

don't pray for me
I don't need your sympathy
I don't want your god protecting me
don't pray for me
I don't want your empathy
I don't need your savior saving me
don't pray for me

Monday, March 16, 2009

Letters of the Dying



I’ll never see my sweet sixteen

Don’t know when I'll see my friends again

I won’t see a glimpse of my debut

Or even practice my great adieu



I’ll never have a date for prom

Or get my hair done at the salon

I’ll never be able to get my license

Or get a new car as a present



I’ll never make a speech on my graduation

Or gush and be excited for my reunion

I won’t make it to my first job interview

Or be known for the things I knew



Nobody will ever give me an engagement ring

I’ll never get to pick a dress for my wedding

I’ll never have the chance to say ‘I do’

Or try to kiss my children’s boo-boo



I’m just an empty, hollow shell

A good for nothing little girl

I’ll never brighten my parents’ faces

Or fill up any empty, cold spaces

Friday, March 13, 2009

Naked As We Came

Bereavement Captivates the Sinners



Death shall hunt the sinners
Death shall hunt the saints
Death shall hunt the mortals
Death shall hunt with pain

Even the worst criminal
Possess a human heart
They mourn for their bereavement;
Succumb to pain in a clandestine art

♥Vivy's Blabs:

Well that was random.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

My Dearest Friend


My Dearest Friend written by Eve

I can't say I'm sorry because...
you never tried.
What do I mean to you?
I am never quite sure.

I am always there for you.
I always say "don't forget."
You always forget.
You are never there.

You blame your misery on me.
What did I do to deserve that?
I try to stay happy even when you make me sad...
or angry.

But I couldn't take it anymore.
And now you know...
how you've been and...
how I've been feeling...
for so long.

It's up to you to change things...

because I've given all that I can.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Why Me

Why Me from the album Skold Vs. Kmfdm

Black shadows, bleeding hearts, Blood in Blood out
Two Together, worlds apart, Blood in Blood out

Why, Why Me, Why Not

***This is a really great song. And there's not many more lyrics than this honestly. This is the part Skold sings. He must've written it cuz it has that Skold-vibe. These are the 1st words I've heard from him since he left KMFDM over 5 years ago. Yay, Skold is back to his good ol' dark self again & I couldn't be happier. If you'd like to hear more dark/gothic/industrial sounds please check out THIS.

Monday, March 9, 2009

File This under Disgrace


He is the monster in my nightmares.
He is the monster in my closet.
He is the monster under my bed.
He is the monster in the dark alley.
He is the monster in the darkness.
He is a monster.

And filthy monsters deserve to suffer for eternity.

When I close my eyes I could see him sneering.
Every time I’m alone I could hear his breathing.
When somebody touches me I feel him crawling under my skin; groping, touching, tarnishing my innocence.

I can feel him hurting me; forcing his filthy self into me.
I could hear him laughing.
I could see his eyes looking at me like his prey; his next helpless victim.

I feel his slimy tongue roaming over my body.
I feel him taking hold of me.

No matter how hard I try I could never remove him.
Never remove his skin, his smell, his voice, his filth.

Every time I run I could feel him chasing.
Every time I scream I could feel him coming closer.
And every time I could feel myself drowning.

And this is what it’s like to live everyday like your life is a living nightmare.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

I Wanted to Be a Mother


I wanted to be a mother
But not at the age sixteen
Maybe when I grow a little older
With a little more knowledge felt and seen

I never saw it coming
Never really thought of it before
Then my waistline went from three to six
That’s when I wondered a little a more

I didn’t think it was possible
The thought of me becoming prego
Maybe I was just naïve;
A slave of lust and my ego

I used to hate this thing
But I learned to love this bump
It might prevent me from partying
It also makes me moody and grump

My folks want me to get abortion
They want me to kill my baby
They said she’d be messed up and stupid
If I didn’t listen to what they say

But I wanted to be a mother
And I really loved my baby
So I gave her to a couple that would love her
Ones that could give her a proper family

Someday I’ll have another child
But she won’t be called a mistake
She’ll have a loving mother who used to be wild
And a father who’ll do anything for her sake

♥ Vivy's blabs:
Weird, eh?
Dedicated to those teenage moms out there.
Or maybe I just watch too much The Secret Life of an American Teenager. lol