Grass on the field, blowing gently like waves. Crickets singing softly. Water in a small stream glittering like crystal and chiming like a bell. All while his life is shattered.
She looked at the shattered pieces of glass all around her feet. Each piece was reflecting her face back at her. She loathed them all. They were taunting her and there was nothing she could do about it.
the glass fell. monica didn’t know. i hoped i could sweep the pieces into a pile and hide it, maybe it didn’t happen. but sound travels faster than news. she had an idea that something was out of place, a figurine, a bowl. the sound of glass wasn’t dear to her memories, nor mine.
Like broken crystals smashed against a sharp surface. Shattered. I remained there still, as if all hope and joy had left my eyes. Slowly draining from my life.
George blinked at his shattered reflection, which blinked back up at him from the floor. It no longer looked like Fred; it was no longer masquerading as a window. The image it threw back to him was true; fragmented and jagged and missing pieces.
shattered things are junk. dont bother abut them. but if its badly described love just write a book aboiut it and make $2.50 yeah. that is enough oney to buy some lollies from the dairy. they are better then love because its better value for money and they taste v/ nice so okay do that
The woman stood, looking at the man who had just broke her heart. She had loved him with all of her body, but he had unfortunately told her that he needed to go away to England for his job. This was terrible for her, as she couldn’t see, feel or kiss her boyfriend from the USA.
When the whole weight of the world is on your shoulders.
When everything goes wrong and no matter what you do you cannot fix it.
When even the sun shines brightly on your face you cannot muster a true smile.
When life just keeps pelting you with lemons.
That’s the feeling. Like you are broken into a million tired pieces scattered throughout time with no actual time for yourself.
when things shatter it is kinda bad. but most of the time when things shatter you can go down to the shops and buy a new thing with cool features anyway. some things you cant replace when shattered but they are poo-poo things anyway
the window shattered. the glass shards exploded all over the floor. why did this happen? nobody knows because no one was near it. that also meant no one was harmed so that pretty much was pointless.
The glass shattered in the midst of the fight, causing everyone to stop and stare at it. Behind the broken window stood a girl. The girl had fiery red hair and porcelain white skin. She watched the crowd with animosity as she walked forward, the shattered glass crunching at her feet.
SHATTERED WAS HER HEART IT WAS BROKEN TO PIECES WHAT A DISASTER THIS WAS, HOW COULD ANY ONE END UP I N SUCH AN EPIDEMIC, THE CRUSHING SPACE BEETWEEN BOTH HALFS WAS MIND AWEING, SHE WASNT JUST BROKEN…SHE WASRULY SHATTERD
How can a heart be protected? From all the ghosts, who are hunting for? How can it be saved during trips in darkness? Its its strength, which saves it all itself of never become shattered.
The glass shattered as the beer bottle fell to the ground. My dad’s eyes stared at me as he rolled up the sleeves if his shirt, I knew what was coming. He wound up and in a matter of seconds I was out cold on the ground with a bruise just the right size to say I ran into a pole.
She stood there – broken but still alive, still breathing – even though her heart lay shattered on the ground around her, and watched her walk away.
Though it felt like her world was ending, like it too was walking away from her, she stood there – still alive, still breathing.
Though her tears forged mighty rivers down the slope of her cheeks, turning her pale skin iridescent in the scattered sunshine, she stood there – still alive, still breathing.
And, even though her eyes burned and her chest ached, she stood there – still alive, still breathing.
Until she was able to gather the pieces of her heart and, she too, was able to walk away. Still alive. Still breathing.
Fixed far above, the intact future hangs. Brightly reflecting the light cast upon it, shining forth with prospects of a fragile future. Outer voices in my inner sanctum, and the dream is unfixed. Falling, fallen, shattered. Left with the shards to pick up the pieces and begin something real.
Glass; so fine and thin, transparent and cold. I peered out my clouded window, my breath fogging it up in patches. I couldn’t help feeling like someone had pierced my heart as I watched the car back out of the driveway.
It seems that all we have ever known has shattered. but this is not the end, this is your humble beginning. Being shattered is only temporary, I hear they make great glue nowadays.
I sat on the couch, holding my head in my hands. What happend? How could she be gone? Where is she? Tears wet my face. Where has my world gone? Who will keep me happy?
I lay on the floor, wondering how I got this way. I was fine yesterday. I was fine the day before. But today, things changed, and I will never be the same.
The hourglass shattered on the floor. I shrieked, the sudden noise startling me. Sand from the hourglass poured out, and time was lost. Something wispy and smoky rose from the shards. It curled up, growing bigger and blacker. A person started to take shape.
Another of your co-worker’s bad attempts to scare you, though this one is succesful. And there you go. Tripping down the stairs, shattering hall window, falling down and cracking your head against the pavement. Someone is not going to het home tonight.
my heart was shattered. an extension of my body, crushed to pieces on the ground. like stained red glass cracking on the floor, exploding onto the cement.
He. Simultaneously, the feeling shattered me and completed me. He, they called me. He as in boy, as in male, as in I was one. He. Perfection washed over my mind, and I basked in it as it overwhlemed me. To feel myself so strongly, over a single word.
shattered to pieces. I knocked it down as I walked by, too busy daydreaming to pay attention to where I’m going…as usual. Just one second of carefulness would have done the trick, and I wouldn’t be in this position right now. Scrambling to reassemble something I have no idea how to build in the first place
broken, like there is no way it, whatever it is can be fixed. like a shattered dream, of the young boy who was told, that he was just not quite good enough for the football team
My greatest sin?
I can’t even begin to list,
What a horror I have been,
But soon you’ll get the gist.
My job is a simple one,
Though most wouldn’t wish to commit,
Its a real shame that they miss out on all the fun,
But many cannot bare it.
I am the King of the Underworld,
Ruler of the dead,
However my story is not of that world,
But of my lover instead.
I found her in her mother’s fields,
She was more radiant than the sun,
One look and her fate was sealed,
Because I knew she was the one.
One glance and I was in love,
As soon as her eyes met mine,
I could see the potential that she was full of,
Which made her kidnapping fine.
Of course she struggled when I grabbed her by force,
That was to be expected,
But I just knew that she would soon love me without any remorse,
Which is why I was unaffected.
I dragged her back in heavy chains,
And locked her away in my estate,
I was well aware of her unshattered, false disdain,
But why she tried to hide her love, I could not contemplate.
So I made a deal with the gods to keep her here,
And now my dear Persephone stays with me,
And for 6 months of the year,
She is mine because I know she truly does not want to be free.
My greatest sin?
I can’t even begin to list,
What a horror I have been,
But you’ll soon get the gist.
My job is a simple one,
Though most wouldn’t wish to commit,
Its a real shame that they miss out on all the fun,
But many cannot bare it.
I am the King of the Underworld,
Ruler of the dead,
However my story is not of that world,
But of my lover instead.
I found her in her mother’s fields,
She was more radiant than the sun,
One look and her fate was sealed,
Because I knew she was the one.
One glance and I was in love,
As soon as her eyes met mine,
I could see the potential that she was full of,
Which made her kidnapping fine.
Of course she struggled when I grabbed her by force,
That was to be expected,
But I just knew that she would soon love me without any remorse,
Which is why I was unaffected.
I dragged her back in heavy chains,
And locked her away in my estate,
I was well aware of her unshattered, false disdain,
But why she tried to hide her love, I could not contemplate.
So I made a deal with the gods to keep her here,
And now my dear Persephone stays with me,
And for 6 months of the year,
She is mine because I know she truly does not want to be free.
The world is a shattered place. Full of hate and sadness. We need to work on reparing this place. So much pain. Not enough love. Broken people who can’t seem to get it together. Who will help them? Why is this life not pieced together. We should try to get together.
broken pieces of my heart that will never be fixed. i wish i’d never gotten myself into this. Idk why that rhymed. glass. everywhere. needs to be cleaned immediately if not sooner. seriously someone should have cleaned this. i know you saw it.
The window of my laugh shattered when I opened that door and realized what had happened. My heart sank as my hands laid upon the spot it once was. I stood there, wishing I could rewind the time.
Grass on the field, blowing gently like waves. Crickets singing softly. Water in a small stream glittering like crystal and chiming like a bell. All while his life is shattered.
BOOM! I heard nothing but white noise in the distance Pain filled me as my heart shattered.
She looked at the shattered pieces of glass all around her feet. Each piece was reflecting her face back at her. She loathed them all. They were taunting her and there was nothing she could do about it.
the glass got thrown at the window and all the glass shattered all over the place. it was mums favourite blue glass and she was very sad.
you can’t shatter a good pork chop
the glass fell. monica didn’t know. i hoped i could sweep the pieces into a pile and hide it, maybe it didn’t happen. but sound travels faster than news. she had an idea that something was out of place, a figurine, a bowl. the sound of glass wasn’t dear to her memories, nor mine.
Like broken crystals smashed against a sharp surface. Shattered. I remained there still, as if all hope and joy had left my eyes. Slowly draining from my life.
shut the
George blinked at his shattered reflection, which blinked back up at him from the floor. It no longer looked like Fred; it was no longer masquerading as a window. The image it threw back to him was true; fragmented and jagged and missing pieces.
shattered things are junk. dont bother abut them. but if its badly described love just write a book aboiut it and make $2.50 yeah. that is enough oney to buy some lollies from the dairy. they are better then love because its better value for money and they taste v/ nice so okay do that
The woman stood, looking at the man who had just broke her heart. She had loved him with all of her body, but he had unfortunately told her that he needed to go away to England for his job. This was terrible for her, as she couldn’t see, feel or kiss her boyfriend from the USA.
When the whole weight of the world is on your shoulders.
When everything goes wrong and no matter what you do you cannot fix it.
When even the sun shines brightly on your face you cannot muster a true smile.
When life just keeps pelting you with lemons.
That’s the feeling. Like you are broken into a million tired pieces scattered throughout time with no actual time for yourself.
when things shatter it is kinda bad. but most of the time when things shatter you can go down to the shops and buy a new thing with cool features anyway. some things you cant replace when shattered but they are poo-poo things anyway
the window shattered. the glass shards exploded all over the floor. why did this happen? nobody knows because no one was near it. that also meant no one was harmed so that pretty much was pointless.
Shattered, by O.A.R. I like that song. Reminds me about how it always somehow comes back to you.
all over the floor the pieces of my heart, jp broke it and it is all I know right now.
The glass shattered in the midst of the fight, causing everyone to stop and stare at it. Behind the broken window stood a girl. The girl had fiery red hair and porcelain white skin. She watched the crowd with animosity as she walked forward, the shattered glass crunching at her feet.
SHATTERED WAS HER HEART IT WAS BROKEN TO PIECES WHAT A DISASTER THIS WAS, HOW COULD ANY ONE END UP I N SUCH AN EPIDEMIC, THE CRUSHING SPACE BEETWEEN BOTH HALFS WAS MIND AWEING, SHE WASNT JUST BROKEN…SHE WASRULY SHATTERD
How can a heart be protected? From all the ghosts, who are hunting for? How can it be saved during trips in darkness? Its its strength, which saves it all itself of never become shattered.
The glass shattered as the beer bottle fell to the ground. My dad’s eyes stared at me as he rolled up the sleeves if his shirt, I knew what was coming. He wound up and in a matter of seconds I was out cold on the ground with a bruise just the right size to say I ran into a pole.
She stood there – broken but still alive, still breathing – even though her heart lay shattered on the ground around her, and watched her walk away.
Though it felt like her world was ending, like it too was walking away from her, she stood there – still alive, still breathing.
Though her tears forged mighty rivers down the slope of her cheeks, turning her pale skin iridescent in the scattered sunshine, she stood there – still alive, still breathing.
And, even though her eyes burned and her chest ached, she stood there – still alive, still breathing.
Until she was able to gather the pieces of her heart and, she too, was able to walk away. Still alive. Still breathing.
Fixed far above, the intact future hangs. Brightly reflecting the light cast upon it, shining forth with prospects of a fragile future. Outer voices in my inner sanctum, and the dream is unfixed. Falling, fallen, shattered. Left with the shards to pick up the pieces and begin something real.
Glass; so fine and thin, transparent and cold. I peered out my clouded window, my breath fogging it up in patches. I couldn’t help feeling like someone had pierced my heart as I watched the car back out of the driveway.
It seems that all we have ever known has shattered. but this is not the end, this is your humble beginning. Being shattered is only temporary, I hear they make great glue nowadays.
I sat on the couch, holding my head in my hands. What happend? How could she be gone? Where is she? Tears wet my face. Where has my world gone? Who will keep me happy?
I lay on the floor, wondering how I got this way. I was fine yesterday. I was fine the day before. But today, things changed, and I will never be the same.
The hourglass shattered on the floor. I shrieked, the sudden noise startling me. Sand from the hourglass poured out, and time was lost. Something wispy and smoky rose from the shards. It curled up, growing bigger and blacker. A person started to take shape.
Another of your co-worker’s bad attempts to scare you, though this one is succesful. And there you go. Tripping down the stairs, shattering hall window, falling down and cracking your head against the pavement. Someone is not going to het home tonight.
my heart was shattered. an extension of my body, crushed to pieces on the ground. like stained red glass cracking on the floor, exploding onto the cement.
He. Simultaneously, the feeling shattered me and completed me. He, they called me. He as in boy, as in male, as in I was one. He. Perfection washed over my mind, and I basked in it as it overwhlemed me. To feel myself so strongly, over a single word.
He, they called me, and I was.
shattered to pieces. I knocked it down as I walked by, too busy daydreaming to pay attention to where I’m going…as usual. Just one second of carefulness would have done the trick, and I wouldn’t be in this position right now. Scrambling to reassemble something I have no idea how to build in the first place
broken, like there is no way it, whatever it is can be fixed. like a shattered dream, of the young boy who was told, that he was just not quite good enough for the football team
My greatest sin?
I can’t even begin to list,
What a horror I have been,
But soon you’ll get the gist.
My job is a simple one,
Though most wouldn’t wish to commit,
Its a real shame that they miss out on all the fun,
But many cannot bare it.
I am the King of the Underworld,
Ruler of the dead,
However my story is not of that world,
But of my lover instead.
I found her in her mother’s fields,
She was more radiant than the sun,
One look and her fate was sealed,
Because I knew she was the one.
One glance and I was in love,
As soon as her eyes met mine,
I could see the potential that she was full of,
Which made her kidnapping fine.
Of course she struggled when I grabbed her by force,
That was to be expected,
But I just knew that she would soon love me without any remorse,
Which is why I was unaffected.
I dragged her back in heavy chains,
And locked her away in my estate,
I was well aware of her unshattered, false disdain,
But why she tried to hide her love, I could not contemplate.
So I made a deal with the gods to keep her here,
And now my dear Persephone stays with me,
And for 6 months of the year,
She is mine because I know she truly does not want to be free.
My greatest sin?
I can’t even begin to list,
What a horror I have been,
But you’ll soon get the gist.
My job is a simple one,
Though most wouldn’t wish to commit,
Its a real shame that they miss out on all the fun,
But many cannot bare it.
I am the King of the Underworld,
Ruler of the dead,
However my story is not of that world,
But of my lover instead.
I found her in her mother’s fields,
She was more radiant than the sun,
One look and her fate was sealed,
Because I knew she was the one.
One glance and I was in love,
As soon as her eyes met mine,
I could see the potential that she was full of,
Which made her kidnapping fine.
Of course she struggled when I grabbed her by force,
That was to be expected,
But I just knew that she would soon love me without any remorse,
Which is why I was unaffected.
I dragged her back in heavy chains,
And locked her away in my estate,
I was well aware of her unshattered, false disdain,
But why she tried to hide her love, I could not contemplate.
So I made a deal with the gods to keep her here,
And now my dear Persephone stays with me,
And for 6 months of the year,
She is mine because I know she truly does not want to be free.
Everything has shattered around me and I feel nothing, how sad. It never used to be like this.
The world is a shattered place. Full of hate and sadness. We need to work on reparing this place. So much pain. Not enough love. Broken people who can’t seem to get it together. Who will help them? Why is this life not pieced together. We should try to get together.
broken pieces of my heart that will never be fixed. i wish i’d never gotten myself into this. Idk why that rhymed. glass. everywhere. needs to be cleaned immediately if not sooner. seriously someone should have cleaned this. i know you saw it.
Glass falling on the ground. Windows hit with baseballs. Vases breaking and flowers spreading. Hearts breaking. Dreams Dead.
The window of my laugh shattered when I opened that door and realized what had happened. My heart sank as my hands laid upon the spot it once was. I stood there, wishing I could rewind the time.
you shattered my heart. left me broken and alone. i hate you. you want to still be friends. not possible. shattered our friendship. shattered my life.