WHen something is broken it has been damaged and often can not be fixed. Things can be broken in many ways. Physical things can be broken by throwing them or dropping them, but a heart can be broken by getting dumped. Things that are broken can be mended, sometimes with physical things such as glue or paste, but sometimes with emotional things such as comfort and support. A person can also be broken. Physically by breaking a bone or mentally by being hurt by people or past events in their lives. Broken people aren’t as easy to fix, they take time and attention.
Haley Cannon
broken tokin artichokin how much smoke are you smoking purple goat boat that’s broken now you see your spins are spoking
zac
broken down and beaten. i lye on the bed waiting for you to come home so we can greet each other. i had an okay day but it got better the second you walked into the room. i greeted you with a warm loving hug and a sweet kiss.you walked in and put your things down and you kissed me again. my life was complete and my depression was broken.
broken down and tired. i lye down on the bed. i wait for you to come home so we can greet each other. i had an okay day but it got better the second you walked in the room. i greeted you at the door with a hug and a kiss. you walked in and put your stuff down and kissed me once again. my life was finally complete.
Ashleigh Siegel
The broken glass lay shattered on the ground. It was clear and it reflected the light coming through the broken window. It made a nice pattern on the wall. But this was horrible.
Jaci Crawford
I am broken. My heart has been broken in all of the lives I have lived. Oh how I wish I could find someone to love me. I wish I had someone who didn’t break my heart. They’d normally break my heart and that is right when I died. I hope this life is different. I want to be unbroken.
All the days I waited for you… All the nights I prayed you would pick up the phone… All for what? All the days I saw you and my heart skipped a beat… All the times I called out for you and you weren’t there… All for what? All to be broken, no, shattered… because all I wanted was love… All I wanted was you… All I wanted was to be wanted… and that’s why I’m broken.
anonymous
The lock is broken, that means someone broke into my store last night and took all the jewelry. we must call the police asap.
zachary
I was broken…
So, so broken…
All I wanted was love…
But I was left broken…
So, so broken…
Reiley Whitson
Once something is broken either it can never be repaired or it can be fixed. Many things can get broken glass, vases, toys, tools, cars, and even hearts.
Billy Bob Jones
broken people. broken systems. broken appliances. where do the broken things go? do they go to be fixed? do they stay broken? break broke broken
broken bones. broken wrists. how many bones have you broken? how many hearts have you broken? how many times has your heart been broken?
broken appliances, broken fences, broken things scattered. to be fixed? or to stay broken.
anne
When I think of broken, I think of glass crashing and breaking on a floor. I think of the way the pieces shatter and the way the glass hits the floor the break the way it did. I think about angles and impact pressure. That’s what I think about when I hear the word broken.
Brittany
this is a broken video game called “bring the typing out of you!” it is a “game” and its supposed to bring the best typing-ness out of you. (i’m paraphrasing)
a broken cat barks instead of meowing. He lives his days alone and the other cats make fun of his barking. The poor cat has no friends but one day the cat found a broken dog who meows and they became friends.
Courtney
Drink up the last of my coffee.
Pretend I don’t miss your face.
Brush my teeth and take out the trash.
Pretend I don’t love your idiosyncratic ways.
Go to the dentist. Wait to be seen.
Pretend I don’t know what this silence means.
Pretending is wearing on me.
Although I’m not broken yet.
Hunting
The broken terrace shudders in sheer frozen bark,
the park,
in which,
smart,
marigold visage lies,
cries not,
yet wears chiffon gilded with gold!
This educational system is broken. And it is broken because this family is broken. The breaking continues from heart to heart. How I wish I could fix it. The pain of this job is knowing that I can’t.
People can be broken. Things can be broken It’s interesting how sometimes we care more about broken things, then broken people. Which one can be replaced? How much time does it take to “fix” broken people? What if we can’t “fix” them?
Allison Parks
She held up the piece sheepishly. “So…”
“Oh man, that’s one broken mug.”
“I know. I didn’t mean to.”
“Eh. It’s alright. We have other mugs.”
She squinted at him, like she couldn’t quite believe her ears, “But this one was your favorite.”
He shrugged and went to pour coffee into something non-broken.
Bayern played a team so catastrophically bad without the ball.
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NOpe
it was broken when I found it.
I don’t know who did it but it was beyond repair
but it wasn’t the end of the world
because I found another
not quite the same
but in the end, better.
Steve O
make it up as it were and when it has become as it is, slowly but surely break with what has become broken, A fRAGMENT OF MOMENTUM AND SEPERATE FROM SOURCE; BUT EQUALLY INTERGRATED:
Robert Kohlhammer
I broke down as I fell to the gun and my whole life flashed before me and I hear the bullet go into me and then I blacked out. I woke up in the hospital they told me I had broken down after I got shot. but that I would survive the gunshot.
xsadsadsa
I’m always waiting on a promise broken…
I’m always hanging on every word she’s spoken…
I long to hear her more but she’s gone forevermore..
Lee
“I was broken a LONG time ago,” she snarled, lips and teeth stained red with her own blood, “You can’t hurt me,”
He chuckled. “Maybe,” he said, “Maybe not,” he picked up a small, sharp knife, the edge catching the light, “But I’m going to enjoy trying,”
Every moment comes and goes, and I am inbetween
My body crouched in hurling winds, my skin is shredded clean,
The thread sings like a whistle as I force it through my heart,
I sew myself together, but I’m still breaking apart.
People aren’t meant to withstand the world. That’s one thing I’ve had to learn. Sure, we move on and exist, but inside everyone is inherent frailty. Some hide it better than others. I think I hide it the worst.
i’m not broken.
i’ve survived.
i broke myself into pieces as he tore into me with his words. i’ve broken myself because i let him, even knowing the effect it had on me. i stared at myself in every reflective surface, i wrote and drew and drew into myself too. and still, i decided to give it a shot, to give it one more chance. one more chance to shatter myself more thoroughly, i suppose — after all, I wasn’t done yet.
The window shattered. Everything seemed to shatter. Everything. The window, me, my life, my dreams, my hopes, my friends. Everything seemed break in those few seconds. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think straight. Everything was just dead. Everything was just gone.
My life.
Broken
t2310
The china was broken, the silverware dented in sad, twisted lumps on the counter. I counted the fragments of plates and realized, to my shock, that not a single one of my dishes lay unscathed. As I circled around the room, avoiding shards on the floor, I wondered just why, exactly, someone who could very well have stolen my things had decided, upon infiltrating my home, to destroy them instead.
WHen something is broken it has been damaged and often can not be fixed. Things can be broken in many ways. Physical things can be broken by throwing them or dropping them, but a heart can be broken by getting dumped. Things that are broken can be mended, sometimes with physical things such as glue or paste, but sometimes with emotional things such as comfort and support. A person can also be broken. Physically by breaking a bone or mentally by being hurt by people or past events in their lives. Broken people aren’t as easy to fix, they take time and attention.
broken tokin artichokin how much smoke are you smoking purple goat boat that’s broken now you see your spins are spoking
broken down and beaten. i lye on the bed waiting for you to come home so we can greet each other. i had an okay day but it got better the second you walked into the room. i greeted you with a warm loving hug and a sweet kiss.you walked in and put your things down and you kissed me again. my life was complete and my depression was broken.
my phone is broken and wet
broken down and tired. i lye down on the bed. i wait for you to come home so we can greet each other. i had an okay day but it got better the second you walked in the room. i greeted you at the door with a hug and a kiss. you walked in and put your stuff down and kissed me once again. my life was finally complete.
The broken glass lay shattered on the ground. It was clear and it reflected the light coming through the broken window. It made a nice pattern on the wall. But this was horrible.
I am broken. My heart has been broken in all of the lives I have lived. Oh how I wish I could find someone to love me. I wish I had someone who didn’t break my heart. They’d normally break my heart and that is right when I died. I hope this life is different. I want to be unbroken.
just so you know
i cry a lot
half broken
half composed
heart broken
without a proof
All the days I waited for you… All the nights I prayed you would pick up the phone… All for what? All the days I saw you and my heart skipped a beat… All the times I called out for you and you weren’t there… All for what? All to be broken, no, shattered… because all I wanted was love… All I wanted was you… All I wanted was to be wanted… and that’s why I’m broken.
The lock is broken, that means someone broke into my store last night and took all the jewelry. we must call the police asap.
I was broken…
So, so broken…
All I wanted was love…
But I was left broken…
So, so broken…
Once something is broken either it can never be repaired or it can be fixed. Many things can get broken glass, vases, toys, tools, cars, and even hearts.
broken people. broken systems. broken appliances. where do the broken things go? do they go to be fixed? do they stay broken? break broke broken
broken bones. broken wrists. how many bones have you broken? how many hearts have you broken? how many times has your heart been broken?
broken appliances, broken fences, broken things scattered. to be fixed? or to stay broken.
When I think of broken, I think of glass crashing and breaking on a floor. I think of the way the pieces shatter and the way the glass hits the floor the break the way it did. I think about angles and impact pressure. That’s what I think about when I hear the word broken.
this is a broken video game called “bring the typing out of you!” it is a “game” and its supposed to bring the best typing-ness out of you. (i’m paraphrasing)
this is a broken video game called “bring the typing out of you!” it is a “game” where you have to type and its supposed to bring the best out of you
Nom
The vase was broken because the cat pushed it off when it jumped up the countertop
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a broken cat barks instead of meowing. He lives his days alone and the other cats make fun of his barking. The poor cat has no friends but one day the cat found a broken dog who meows and they became friends.
Drink up the last of my coffee.
Pretend I don’t miss your face.
Brush my teeth and take out the trash.
Pretend I don’t love your idiosyncratic ways.
Go to the dentist. Wait to be seen.
Pretend I don’t know what this silence means.
Pretending is wearing on me.
Although I’m not broken yet.
The broken terrace shudders in sheer frozen bark,
the park,
in which,
smart,
marigold visage lies,
cries not,
yet wears chiffon gilded with gold!
This educational system is broken. And it is broken because this family is broken. The breaking continues from heart to heart. How I wish I could fix it. The pain of this job is knowing that I can’t.
The broken trunk jutted out of the ground like a bone piercing skin.
People can be broken. Things can be broken It’s interesting how sometimes we care more about broken things, then broken people. Which one can be replaced? How much time does it take to “fix” broken people? What if we can’t “fix” them?
She held up the piece sheepishly. “So…”
“Oh man, that’s one broken mug.”
“I know. I didn’t mean to.”
“Eh. It’s alright. We have other mugs.”
She squinted at him, like she couldn’t quite believe her ears, “But this one was your favorite.”
He shrugged and went to pour coffee into something non-broken.
Bayern played a team so catastrophically bad without the ball.
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Abstract class and companion objects life is dynamic goodbye pilot plane London year
stress undreamer anxiety vino sleep deprivation and goodnews.
it was broken when I found it.
I don’t know who did it but it was beyond repair
but it wasn’t the end of the world
because I found another
not quite the same
but in the end, better.
make it up as it were and when it has become as it is, slowly but surely break with what has become broken, A fRAGMENT OF MOMENTUM AND SEPERATE FROM SOURCE; BUT EQUALLY INTERGRATED:
I broke down as I fell to the gun and my whole life flashed before me and I hear the bullet go into me and then I blacked out. I woke up in the hospital they told me I had broken down after I got shot. but that I would survive the gunshot.
I’m always waiting on a promise broken…
I’m always hanging on every word she’s spoken…
I long to hear her more but she’s gone forevermore..
“I was broken a LONG time ago,” she snarled, lips and teeth stained red with her own blood, “You can’t hurt me,”
He chuckled. “Maybe,” he said, “Maybe not,” he picked up a small, sharp knife, the edge catching the light, “But I’m going to enjoy trying,”
Every moment comes and goes, and I am inbetween
My body crouched in hurling winds, my skin is shredded clean,
The thread sings like a whistle as I force it through my heart,
I sew myself together, but I’m still breaking apart.
People aren’t meant to withstand the world. That’s one thing I’ve had to learn. Sure, we move on and exist, but inside everyone is inherent frailty. Some hide it better than others. I think I hide it the worst.
i’m not broken.
i’ve survived.
i broke myself into pieces as he tore into me with his words. i’ve broken myself because i let him, even knowing the effect it had on me. i stared at myself in every reflective surface, i wrote and drew and drew into myself too. and still, i decided to give it a shot, to give it one more chance. one more chance to shatter myself more thoroughly, i suppose — after all, I wasn’t done yet.
‘I am so screwed’ he thinks as he looks at his broken swords laying on the ground.
He looks up at the enemy, a smug smirk on their face.
“Guess I’ll just have to improvise”
The window shattered. Everything seemed to shatter. Everything. The window, me, my life, my dreams, my hopes, my friends. Everything seemed break in those few seconds. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think straight. Everything was just dead. Everything was just gone.
My life.
Broken
The china was broken, the silverware dented in sad, twisted lumps on the counter. I counted the fragments of plates and realized, to my shock, that not a single one of my dishes lay unscathed. As I circled around the room, avoiding shards on the floor, I wondered just why, exactly, someone who could very well have stolen my things had decided, upon infiltrating my home, to destroy them instead.