To make, and remake. To fix every crack, every chip and every break. I meant it when i said it, to try and make up for all those times that i saw myself as unjust and wrong. I said i was sorry, and that little bit of relief just floated in.
Broken, yes broken! our economy is broken right good and ain’t about to get un-broken any time soon. Don’t blame the politicians it’s all our (US) fault the economy is broken.
Broken home. Divorce. My parents are divorced, but I would never consider myself someone who comes from a broken home. I hear broken home and I think fighting, disaster, an awful childhood. But mine was wonderful and even though they are divorced, my parents maintain a great realtionship with us kids and each other.
SOmetimes I feel broken , no actually all the times I fell like no one will ever want me and that I have no real friends and I’ll die alone. I’ve never had a boyfriend that will take care of me or anyone to love me or comform me when I’m sad. I feel broken now because I know I;’m falling in love with someone who will never want me. I feel broken becuase my friends aren’t really my friends
once up a time there was a broken man picking up the pieces he didnt know where to place them so he went to the market and tried to purchase them but he couldnt find anything of neccessity he devised a strict diet and adhered to it daily but the pieces wouldnt mend back together when he finally let go and gave up he found the pieces naturally eased into eachother what he learned from this is that without trying things can fall in the right place you odnt have to control them
broken things may not be fixed, but broken people are even more unstable in their surroudings when they haven’t been found by someone who thinks about them from time to time.
She smiled wistfully, the blood running down her chin. Her dead eyes shocked him more than the mass of broken white knives that resided in her mouth instead of teeth. He could see firsthand in those listless grey eyes what the drugs had done to her. He could see what happened when she didn’t have the money to buy her sanity.
when i was 13 i broke my arm. it was badly broke, but i wasnt crying. a nice man carried me down on his shoulders from the top of the ski slope. i was in madonna de campilio in Italy at the time. The biggest upset for me was that i wasnt able to ski for the rest of the holiday, instead i had to watch my brothers ski.
broken could mean a lot of things. I’ve had some broken bones, broken things. I break a lot of pencils. I broke a picture frame in my room last week. The remains are still on my bookshelf. I don’t think my heart has ever been broken. Jen says thats a lie. Maybe Milos broke it a little. I don’t believe that broken mirrors are bad luck.
hearts break and cars break and people break down too, and in fact I think everything can break at some point or another, but I suppose what’s most important is how one puts things back together.
The TV’s on a shitty channel and I can’t find the remote,
I’m online and all I can do is write anonymous poetry,
I worry too much about little things that I’m pretty sure she doesn’t care about.
I miss how things were.
Before they all changed, got fucked up.
They’re broken.
I’d like to be apart of something new.
To fall in love every day.
I’m tired of making the rounds all by myself.
It’s such a drag.
I got here the day before you arrived,
and when you leave,
Well I think you should stay.
If you leave you’ll leave me broken.
I’m not sure how many times I’ve told you,
But I’ll be here for a while.
Forever, preferably.
When I can’t sleep it’s your fault.
It’s annoying.
I just lie awake telling myself you’ll still be around in the morning.
It may never be.
You are gone forever. I never could say goodbye. I’m sorry for what I said, for what I did. Why did I have to be so arrogant? So blind? Why must things happen for the reasons they do? My love, my life, how I will always miss you. How I will be broken forever.
my heart is broken today. I don’t know what came over me, or her for that matter, but things took a different path today. i wish that wasn’t the case. But, what can I do? I feel broken … I am broken … Broken by the injustice I suffer. Yes, I call that injustice. And who’s to blame? Me?
my heart feels broken sometimes, but i really know its not. its just more empty, like theres something missing, but i know that that’s not broken, and that’s also not really true either. i can fill/heal u=my heart all on my own, its just hard and someimtes i dont know if i have the energy.
sometimes people are broken to pieces. Sometimes their heart, sometimes their body. Broken hearts feel like you could fall to pieces…like you can’t hold yourself together. Broken bodies…well, they’ve already fallen apart. Broken pieces of broken souls…how sad?
Toys get broken, houses get broken, and machines get broken. These are all really the same thing, nonfuncional items that can’t be easily fixed. But what about people? How do you break them? What fundamental part must we remove to break someone.
my heart was broken, i just couldn’t describe it as anything else. It was Christmas eve and he didn’t show up. I had my doubts but my I thought that he’d come through this time. It was Christmas and he had just gotten a bonus at work so it wasn’t like money was going to hold him back this time, at least I didn’t think it would.
My will. I’m in such a state of disrepair over my state of creation. Healing into wholeness is going to be difficult to accomplish. I hope I get to meet Teri.
hmm, his hand felt like it was still intact, yet something was missing. a phantom limb syndrome, of sorts. he’d think that his time was up, in a way.
tick tock.
doomsday.
oh well.
at least he could still pull a trigger and count to three. adaptation was in order. he WAS still himself though was not quite how he used to be–physically, i mean…
It was broken. Shattered beyond repair. Completely and utterly broken. The symbol of my love, my willingness to commit, my willing surrender, was not whole.
you broke me. how did you do that you may ask? well you broke my heart. And it may sound selfish but I still want you back. I dont think either of us deserve to live broken this way. End this pain tonight.
yeah it’s a good word but i think it gives a bit disapproving feeling to me. i mean a broken heart is hard to mend and broken things at your home can get you in trouble. the word has six letters nd it starts with the letter “b”…which is obviously the second letter of the alphabate.
tiny explorer leaping from sharp protrusion to sharp protrusion, always careful to check his bearings while doing so. Jet packs were for men with pebbly testicles. His balls were boulders. The world may be broken, but that only makes it that much more fun.
purple swirling clouds I once found in dreams. Tell me, are you the stalking gas that looms behind my every move? No, I am your hope. I am always diminishing, waning with your every step. You are nearly to the bottom.
i stood at the window looking at the broken vase. i didn’t really like the thing but i knew it must have cost a lot. hide it or what? i didn’t, and now i’m not a “friend of the family” anymore. do i care?
To make, and remake. To fix every crack, every chip and every break. I meant it when i said it, to try and make up for all those times that i saw myself as unjust and wrong. I said i was sorry, and that little bit of relief just floated in.
I didn’t know what to do. Mum was going to kill me, obviously. I just had to dance in the living room and break that stupid antique vase.
As I tried to stick the tiny pieces back together with super glue, something hit me hard.
You can’t glue the pieces back together. No one can.
it fell on the floor, broken. and she wondered when she’d ever get to repair it
Broken, yes broken! our economy is broken right good and ain’t about to get un-broken any time soon. Don’t blame the politicians it’s all our (US) fault the economy is broken.
my hert was broken. He took his stuff and dissapeared. Twenty years of marriage were deleted in a few moments.
Broken home. Divorce. My parents are divorced, but I would never consider myself someone who comes from a broken home. I hear broken home and I think fighting, disaster, an awful childhood. But mine was wonderful and even though they are divorced, my parents maintain a great realtionship with us kids and each other.
broken finger
i’m so jealous of it
because it gets to hold
your hand sometimes
i wish i could hold your hand
i’d be happy
even with my broken finger
SOmetimes I feel broken , no actually all the times I fell like no one will ever want me and that I have no real friends and I’ll die alone. I’ve never had a boyfriend that will take care of me or anyone to love me or comform me when I’m sad. I feel broken now because I know I;’m falling in love with someone who will never want me. I feel broken becuase my friends aren’t really my friends
Emotive, don’t you think? We have all broken something, a toy, a person, a society…
once up a time there was a broken man picking up the pieces he didnt know where to place them so he went to the market and tried to purchase them but he couldnt find anything of neccessity he devised a strict diet and adhered to it daily but the pieces wouldnt mend back together when he finally let go and gave up he found the pieces naturally eased into eachother what he learned from this is that without trying things can fall in the right place you odnt have to control them
broken things may not be fixed, but broken people are even more unstable in their surroudings when they haven’t been found by someone who thinks about them from time to time.
She smiled wistfully, the blood running down her chin. Her dead eyes shocked him more than the mass of broken white knives that resided in her mouth instead of teeth. He could see firsthand in those listless grey eyes what the drugs had done to her. He could see what happened when she didn’t have the money to buy her sanity.
when i was 13 i broke my arm. it was badly broke, but i wasnt crying. a nice man carried me down on his shoulders from the top of the ski slope. i was in madonna de campilio in Italy at the time. The biggest upset for me was that i wasnt able to ski for the rest of the holiday, instead i had to watch my brothers ski.
broken could mean a lot of things. I’ve had some broken bones, broken things. I break a lot of pencils. I broke a picture frame in my room last week. The remains are still on my bookshelf. I don’t think my heart has ever been broken. Jen says thats a lie. Maybe Milos broke it a little. I don’t believe that broken mirrors are bad luck.
hearts break and cars break and people break down too, and in fact I think everything can break at some point or another, but I suppose what’s most important is how one puts things back together.
My heart is broken in so many places it’s hard to put into words. It’s inexplainable. There’s almost nothing left deep inside of me.
The TV’s on a shitty channel and I can’t find the remote,
I’m online and all I can do is write anonymous poetry,
I worry too much about little things that I’m pretty sure she doesn’t care about.
I miss how things were.
Before they all changed, got fucked up.
They’re broken.
I’d like to be apart of something new.
To fall in love every day.
I’m tired of making the rounds all by myself.
It’s such a drag.
I got here the day before you arrived,
and when you leave,
Well I think you should stay.
If you leave you’ll leave me broken.
I’m not sure how many times I’ve told you,
But I’ll be here for a while.
Forever, preferably.
When I can’t sleep it’s your fault.
It’s annoying.
I just lie awake telling myself you’ll still be around in the morning.
It may never be.
You are gone forever. I never could say goodbye. I’m sorry for what I said, for what I did. Why did I have to be so arrogant? So blind? Why must things happen for the reasons they do? My love, my life, how I will always miss you. How I will be broken forever.
my heart is broken today. I don’t know what came over me, or her for that matter, but things took a different path today. i wish that wasn’t the case. But, what can I do? I feel broken … I am broken … Broken by the injustice I suffer. Yes, I call that injustice. And who’s to blame? Me?
Your face is broken. Broken like a broken up old car. Broke, broke, BROKEN!
Broken like that heart I used to have!
farewell.
my heart feels broken sometimes, but i really know its not. its just more empty, like theres something missing, but i know that that’s not broken, and that’s also not really true either. i can fill/heal u=my heart all on my own, its just hard and someimtes i dont know if i have the energy.
sometimes people are broken to pieces. Sometimes their heart, sometimes their body. Broken hearts feel like you could fall to pieces…like you can’t hold yourself together. Broken bodies…well, they’ve already fallen apart. Broken pieces of broken souls…how sad?
Toys get broken, houses get broken, and machines get broken. These are all really the same thing, nonfuncional items that can’t be easily fixed. But what about people? How do you break them? What fundamental part must we remove to break someone.
heart, glass, ashtray, bow, toy, window, plans, promise, cookie jar, tv,
Broken signs of a solid likeness, everything is so kind.
It’s a broken language for broken ideas.
Who said we couldn’t talk higher ?
my heart was broken, i just couldn’t describe it as anything else. It was Christmas eve and he didn’t show up. I had my doubts but my I thought that he’d come through this time. It was Christmas and he had just gotten a bonus at work so it wasn’t like money was going to hold him back this time, at least I didn’t think it would.
My will. I’m in such a state of disrepair over my state of creation. Healing into wholeness is going to be difficult to accomplish. I hope I get to meet Teri.
hmm, his hand felt like it was still intact, yet something was missing. a phantom limb syndrome, of sorts. he’d think that his time was up, in a way.
tick tock.
doomsday.
oh well.
at least he could still pull a trigger and count to three. adaptation was in order. he WAS still himself though was not quite how he used to be–physically, i mean…
It was broken. Shattered beyond repair. Completely and utterly broken. The symbol of my love, my willingness to commit, my willing surrender, was not whole.
broken to pieces
Only my mind releases
everything you are to dream
may it even seem obsene
Leave me here today
all to wither and rot away
in what i thought was write
but it was just diffracted light.
you broke me. how did you do that you may ask? well you broke my heart. And it may sound selfish but I still want you back. I dont think either of us deserve to live broken this way. End this pain tonight.
I watch as my love walks away in the pitter-patter of the rain. My tears pour from my deep brown eyes as I watch him disappear.
yeah it’s a good word but i think it gives a bit disapproving feeling to me. i mean a broken heart is hard to mend and broken things at your home can get you in trouble. the word has six letters nd it starts with the letter “b”…which is obviously the second letter of the alphabate.
tiny explorer leaping from sharp protrusion to sharp protrusion, always careful to check his bearings while doing so. Jet packs were for men with pebbly testicles. His balls were boulders. The world may be broken, but that only makes it that much more fun.
purple swirling clouds I once found in dreams. Tell me, are you the stalking gas that looms behind my every move? No, I am your hope. I am always diminishing, waning with your every step. You are nearly to the bottom.
I’m not broken. It’s pretty good news, and also fairly surprising.
my heart is broken usully this is the line quoted by a number of ppl around. but its up to u to take the events that happen to u.
i stood at the window looking at the broken vase. i didn’t really like the thing but i knew it must have cost a lot. hide it or what? i didn’t, and now i’m not a “friend of the family” anymore. do i care?