“Have you ever been in love?” I asked. “And did he fall for you?”
She smiled and said yes; “but my feelings weren’t true.
I told a boy I loved him, but I only loved a ghost
The idea of who I wished he was, a delusion at the most.”
In that moment it was as if the world had stopped. Her heart shattered. She stood there trembling, forcing herself to not let the emotions slip through. Soon her grasp was released and everything came flooding in. She fell to her knees, nauseated by the excruciating agony of her world.
I looked at him and he turn slowly to face me. He had a wine glass in one hand and and note in the other. He wasn’t supposed to see that note. I was shattered. He knew everything…the car, the woman, the chocolate. Everything.
Everyone is shattered. I shattered, you shattered. Even the window is shattered. Stupid kids. Always throwing baseballs everywhere and shattering everything. They shattered my house windows, my car windows, even my bike windows. My bike doesn’t even have windows, I just want sympathy.
I looked across the concrete floor with shady eyes. I stood up, walking lifelessly to a mirror lying on the ground. My reflection glared at me dully. I stepped and shattered its daunting reflection.
I looked across the concrete floor with shady eyes. I stood up, walking lifelessly to a mirror lying on the ground. My reflection glared at me dully. I stepped and shattered its daunting reflectection.
Shattered. That was all she could think, staring into absolutely nothing. Shattered.
Her life. Her heart- god, that cliche deserved to be shattered. Her trust, faith, family, friendships, memories. Everything she had ever cared about, wanted, dreamt of. Shattered. She would never return to who she once was, and that shattered her.
Because he couldn’t take no for a fucking answer.
All I know of myself is a reflection
scintillas of sugar snap crispness
refracting syllables of light
a shattered image
a crumbled figure given clarity in a sheath of crystals
yet my vampire soul remains
occult and thoroughly clandestine
never denoting itself
in photon forms
A family torn apart, a glass falling to the ground, a bomb dropped on Hiroshima, a child crying out for his mother. In all these situations something is shattered. A bridge is burned and can never be built again. A heart broken in vain.
the glass suddenly shattered. as i dropped to my knees to clean it up and foot came upon me. he wouldnt let me clean it up. he quickly threw the dutpan and broom away and brought me back up.
He left her shattered. And that was the end of them. But not of her. She kept on. Finding pieces of herself here. There. A shard of truth she thought she’d lost and then stepped on, piercing the heel of her foot.
A bead of sweat ran down his forehead. His breath came out in shallow bursts and his body shuddered in pain as I slowly slid the knife between his ribs.
“I am so, so sorry.” I whisper into his hair. His body lies crippled at my feet. “But that answer was not good enough.”
And as the life leaves the eyes of my first kill, I feel it.
I feel my mind shatter.
And I am no more, but my body lives on;
Lives on to shatter the world.
I had dreams once, when I was young like you. I really thought that I could change the world, that I could do anything I set my mind to. But then I grew up, learned the harsh realities of the world. Better that you understand now.
Her words shatter my peace. My world is shattered. I shake my head adamently. “No, you can’t do this to me!” I’m pleading with her, something I thought I would never do. Tears are streaming down my face but she turns away. Her footsteps shatter my life.
I’m shattered from pretending that i’m okay, that everything about my life is fine, that I’m happy and cheerful. I’m shattered because everyday is exhausting as I put on my fake smile, wipe my tears and re apply my make-up. I’m shattered because trying to fill an empty heart is hard.
shattered baby im shattered
ive lost myself along the way
shattered
you call your self shattered
and maybe one day
you will find
yourself put back together
but theres no
hope
for
me
cause im shattered baby im shattered
ha! haha! hahahahahahahahaha! this word is mine. this word is so mine i’m in hysterics that it showed up. family shattered. stability shattered. any hope of having a semi normal life shattered. oh lordy lordy god damnit shattered. faith shattered. i just want this word to have my picture by it in the dictionary. it’s mine.
The pictures were scattered across the floor. I looked through them furiously. Where had it gone? I needed it. I started crying and kicking the wall. I hate myself for losing that one picture.
There are things that can be broken that can never be repaired, never adequately replaced. There are things that once they have been broken, they are simply gone, and even though you try to find something else to take it’s place, it’s never the same shape, the same color, the same thing.
shattered broken spirit, what do we say, what do we think? this mind is such a void, or rather a vortex, full of broken dreams, brimming with my egotistical mania, and it is just an instrument; it has become a SHATTERED mirror of what we were meant and long to be…. our infinite self, breaking free, shattering from the confines of the mind
i shattered to pieces when i found out the news about the war. it broke out and it’s real. it shattered my hopes for peace. over the year, many buildings shattered as a results and many more lives.
When john put the glass on the edsge of the table in the mainn room he knew the next person to walk pass would knock it over. he turned back after a few paces and watched to see the outcome of the knock and fall.
I was shattered. All that I was is broken. There was nothing left. Then, everything changed. My life changed, with one simple “hello.” Right there, I knew that you were as shattered as I was, and I knew that we could help each other change, to be better. You introduced me to God, and since then, my life has been so incredibly good. So thank you for taking a broken and shattered soul and bringing it to new life.
It shattered like broken glass against the wall of my parent’s kitchen during one of their old fights. That must have been why it was so familiar. I hadn’t mean to upset her. But I suppose that’s the way it goes.
Shattered. I fell apart at the seams. My heart was shattered, and that was all there was to it. He had left me. No note, no words, no nothing. I had just woken up one morning, and he was gone. It left me totally shattered. There was nothing of me left. I had nothing left. He had been my everything. What was I to do now that I was left all alone? Should I go and try to support myself? Or should I just lay in bed and act like I was dying of a broken heart? Obviously I should go out to support myself, but that didn’t seem
I feel shattered right now. Alone and frustrated with everything going on around me. I’d like for this feeling to just disappear, however, it doesn’t seem to be going away anytime soon. I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t sad right now, or unsure, because the truth is, I am.
“The world is in chaos,” Chas says. “I saw the destruction and desolation with my own eyes – no life for miles. Who knows how long it continues on for? It could go on forever – we may be the only ones left.”
“No,” I say, my hands shaking. “I’m not staying here. Anything is better than this hell.”
He grabs my shoulders, his fingernails cutting into my skin. “Listen to me!” he says sharply. “There’s nothing left for us out there! The world is broken, and I think a part of me shattered with it. I can’t go back,” he lets me go and rocks suddenly back and forth, a wild look in his eyes. “Please, don’t make me go back.”
The lage vase shattered to the ground behind the couch. The twin boys glanced nervously at each other, wondering what punishment their mother would come up with for this. They knew how much mother loved this vase. Maybe they should just hide the evidence.
broken up either inside or out and really mostly unable to put back together again; hurt past repair. fragmented. super super cut up into small pieces, like a pot that’s broken.
“Have you ever been in love?” I asked. “And did he fall for you?”
She smiled and said yes; “but my feelings weren’t true.
I told a boy I loved him, but I only loved a ghost
The idea of who I wished he was, a delusion at the most.”
In that moment it was as if the world had stopped. Her heart shattered. She stood there trembling, forcing herself to not let the emotions slip through. Soon her grasp was released and everything came flooding in. She fell to her knees, nauseated by the excruciating agony of her world.
I looked at him and he turn slowly to face me. He had a wine glass in one hand and and note in the other. He wasn’t supposed to see that note. I was shattered. He knew everything…the car, the woman, the chocolate. Everything.
hearts
glass
plates
car windows
movie signs
wooden boards at a kung-fu school
bats
pencils in a students hand
dreams
hopes
feelings
My spirit shattered when my mind stopped
No hope
I dream of going on but there are too many pieces to pick up
Could never fit them all back together
“What happened to my vase?”
“What?”
“What. Happened. To my vase.”
“Um…”
“Eric.”
“Er…”
“ERIC.”
“It’s…kind of in pieces now.”
“…What.”
“Shattered, you know.”
“WHAT?!”
“But hey, you can put it all in a nice wooden box with a latch and call it fragmented art or something! I don’t know!”
“That vase was an heirloom, you dickweed!”
“Yeah, and now it’s in heirshards. Sorry.”
Everyone is shattered. I shattered, you shattered. Even the window is shattered. Stupid kids. Always throwing baseballs everywhere and shattering everything. They shattered my house windows, my car windows, even my bike windows. My bike doesn’t even have windows, I just want sympathy.
I looked across the concrete floor with shady eyes. I stood up, walking lifelessly to a mirror lying on the ground. My reflection glared at me dully. I stepped and shattered its daunting reflection.
I looked across the concrete floor with shady eyes. I stood up, walking lifelessly to a mirror lying on the ground. My reflection glared at me dully. I stepped and shattered its daunting reflectection.
Shattered. That was all she could think, staring into absolutely nothing. Shattered.
Her life. Her heart- god, that cliche deserved to be shattered. Her trust, faith, family, friendships, memories. Everything she had ever cared about, wanted, dreamt of. Shattered. She would never return to who she once was, and that shattered her.
Because he couldn’t take no for a fucking answer.
All I know of myself is a reflection
scintillas of sugar snap crispness
refracting syllables of light
a shattered image
a crumbled figure given clarity in a sheath of crystals
yet my vampire soul remains
occult and thoroughly clandestine
never denoting itself
in photon forms
A family torn apart, a glass falling to the ground, a bomb dropped on Hiroshima, a child crying out for his mother. In all these situations something is shattered. A bridge is burned and can never be built again. A heart broken in vain.
the glass suddenly shattered. as i dropped to my knees to clean it up and foot came upon me. he wouldnt let me clean it up. he quickly threw the dutpan and broom away and brought me back up.
He left her shattered. And that was the end of them. But not of her. She kept on. Finding pieces of herself here. There. A shard of truth she thought she’d lost and then stepped on, piercing the heel of her foot.
windows can get shattered
your heart can get shattered
that’s it :P
A bead of sweat ran down his forehead. His breath came out in shallow bursts and his body shuddered in pain as I slowly slid the knife between his ribs.
“I am so, so sorry.” I whisper into his hair. His body lies crippled at my feet. “But that answer was not good enough.”
And as the life leaves the eyes of my first kill, I feel it.
I feel my mind shatter.
And I am no more, but my body lives on;
Lives on to shatter the world.
I had dreams once, when I was young like you. I really thought that I could change the world, that I could do anything I set my mind to. But then I grew up, learned the harsh realities of the world. Better that you understand now.
Her words shatter my peace. My world is shattered. I shake my head adamently. “No, you can’t do this to me!” I’m pleading with her, something I thought I would never do. Tears are streaming down my face but she turns away. Her footsteps shatter my life.
I’m shattered from pretending that i’m okay, that everything about my life is fine, that I’m happy and cheerful. I’m shattered because everyday is exhausting as I put on my fake smile, wipe my tears and re apply my make-up. I’m shattered because trying to fill an empty heart is hard.
shattered baby im shattered
ive lost myself along the way
shattered
you call your self shattered
and maybe one day
you will find
yourself put back together
but theres no
hope
for
me
cause im shattered baby im shattered
the pieces are scattered across the floor, as her shattered heart is trying to be strong. will she make it? duck tape doesn’t fix everything.
ha! haha! hahahahahahahahaha! this word is mine. this word is so mine i’m in hysterics that it showed up. family shattered. stability shattered. any hope of having a semi normal life shattered. oh lordy lordy god damnit shattered. faith shattered. i just want this word to have my picture by it in the dictionary. it’s mine.
The pictures were scattered across the floor. I looked through them furiously. Where had it gone? I needed it. I started crying and kicking the wall. I hate myself for losing that one picture.
There are things that can be broken that can never be repaired, never adequately replaced. There are things that once they have been broken, they are simply gone, and even though you try to find something else to take it’s place, it’s never the same shape, the same color, the same thing.
shattered broken spirit, what do we say, what do we think? this mind is such a void, or rather a vortex, full of broken dreams, brimming with my egotistical mania, and it is just an instrument; it has become a SHATTERED mirror of what we were meant and long to be…. our infinite self, breaking free, shattering from the confines of the mind
i shattered to pieces when i found out the news about the war. it broke out and it’s real. it shattered my hopes for peace. over the year, many buildings shattered as a results and many more lives.
When john put the glass on the edsge of the table in the mainn room he knew the next person to walk pass would knock it over. he turned back after a few paces and watched to see the outcome of the knock and fall.
I was shattered. All that I was is broken. There was nothing left. Then, everything changed. My life changed, with one simple “hello.” Right there, I knew that you were as shattered as I was, and I knew that we could help each other change, to be better. You introduced me to God, and since then, my life has been so incredibly good. So thank you for taking a broken and shattered soul and bringing it to new life.
It shattered like broken glass against the wall of my parent’s kitchen during one of their old fights. That must have been why it was so familiar. I hadn’t mean to upset her. But I suppose that’s the way it goes.
It goes that way when you love someone.
It goes that way when you disappoint them.
Shattered. I fell apart at the seams. My heart was shattered, and that was all there was to it. He had left me. No note, no words, no nothing. I had just woken up one morning, and he was gone. It left me totally shattered. There was nothing of me left. I had nothing left. He had been my everything. What was I to do now that I was left all alone? Should I go and try to support myself? Or should I just lay in bed and act like I was dying of a broken heart? Obviously I should go out to support myself, but that didn’t seem
My life in ruins. I am alone. Wanting. All I am is wanting. Waiting for him to come save me. My life in ruins. Broken. Without him.
Glass was flying everywhere. A tornado could not have caused as much damage as this one single so,Italy angry old lady did.
I feel shattered right now. Alone and frustrated with everything going on around me. I’d like for this feeling to just disappear, however, it doesn’t seem to be going away anytime soon. I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t sad right now, or unsure, because the truth is, I am.
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“The world is in chaos,” Chas says. “I saw the destruction and desolation with my own eyes – no life for miles. Who knows how long it continues on for? It could go on forever – we may be the only ones left.”
“No,” I say, my hands shaking. “I’m not staying here. Anything is better than this hell.”
He grabs my shoulders, his fingernails cutting into my skin. “Listen to me!” he says sharply. “There’s nothing left for us out there! The world is broken, and I think a part of me shattered with it. I can’t go back,” he lets me go and rocks suddenly back and forth, a wild look in his eyes. “Please, don’t make me go back.”
I already did shattered grrrrrr…..
The lage vase shattered to the ground behind the couch. The twin boys glanced nervously at each other, wondering what punishment their mother would come up with for this. They knew how much mother loved this vase. Maybe they should just hide the evidence.
My life is a shattered mess. I can’t go back I can’t go forward. I’m just stuck here in the great twilight zone of nothingness.
broken up either inside or out and really mostly unable to put back together again; hurt past repair. fragmented. super super cut up into small pieces, like a pot that’s broken.
i like shattered battered
it tastes like smatted hatted
i did ratted gatted
and im a bratted fattered
-Walt Whitman