Poetic Despair Quotes

“Let the ominous one find me,
not to visit, but to finish.
Brief, brutal,
a silence carved from screams.

Let the lock stay open,
the air thick with rot and mercy.
No more rehearsals of shame,
no more days on this damned spinning rock.

I've already died,
but I wake too often.
Let tonight be the last mistake.
Let nothing ever come after.”
― Jonathan Harnisch, The Dreamer Sleeps Without Dreaming

“I’m history’s last fucking joke—burned out in a senior center doing Namaste Yoga while God shows up in a saltine cracker, calls me a coward, and offers me a cigarette. That’s it. That’s the punchline. So fuck your hope, and fuck your healing. I’m already holy. I’m already gone.”
― Jonathan Harnisch, Glad You're Not Me

“She was the soft voice telling me to lie down in traffic. And I wanted to. God, I wanted to.”
― Jonathan Harnisch, Sex, Drugs, and Schizophrenia