Ben put his big binder on the desk, pushing aside the cat statue on Tom’s desk. The cat bobbed its head, then fell off the side and shattered on the pine floor. Ben stopped as he was unzipping his binder. “Oh, oh,” he said. The cat’s body was still mostly in one piece, but its porcelain head was in bits: a dab of whisker here, a ear, a nose in one piece, the two eyes still together, like a sleeping mask.
i shattered my favorite vase when a man walked in the door. he was holding a new vase. it was more beautiful so i said fuck this old vase i´m making room on my shelf. so i grabbed it, dumped the flowers in and filled it a third of the way with water. then i ran to my bedroom and washed my face. the towel smelled like flowers. my best friend sophie wouldve said it smelled like chemicles.
kristen
It was struck and it splintered into thousands of pieces. In only a split second.
The glass shattered when the godling screamed. Rachel darted behind the nearest partition but not in time. Glass cut into her flesh. Blood flowed and the vampire lurking in the shadows keened with glee.
Broken glass. Pieces, fragmented, imperfect. No longer whole. Never will fit together quite the same, ever again. Forever to be apart. Shattered and broken. Despairing. Hopeless.
Bob
I cam in one day. I had been working all evening. Yes, I was well and truly shattered. Absolutely. No denying my exhaustion. A bird was still chirping. Why did that annoy me? Pfft. Stupid bird. I’m trying to be irritatable. You’re ruining my need to be a moody sort of arse. Perhaps sensing my frustration, he flew away.
Liam McGee
Broken, crumpled, spread across the woods,
Love me never, I thought you could,
Fragile mask, taped piece by piece,
Can you see past this broken-smile face?
A vase that brakes just like the future in my mind. No one will see the tattered and shattered future that I dream of. Only I carry the heavy burden. When will this suffering end? Too painful to talk about but keeping the glass shards inside my mouth makes the blood be perpetually flowing.
Gabi
The glass shattered, sparkling in the air for what seemed like forever. Yet only seconds later the infinite pieces rained down upon him, slicing him open and shattering his career.
Shattered. That was how I felt, the moment I was alone. No one to hold, no one to love. My heart, life and soul just there. Shattered on the floor.
Laura
The shattered glass lay astray the ash covered floor. There was no sound. Just a deafening silence that threatened her tightly sealed lips. But it was loud. Everywhere, there was chaos, anarchy, not a single cent of peace.
Cut my life into pieces. I am so broken and shattered that I cannot for the life of me make up my own prose or poetry. Such are the segments of my mind scattered across the air and space, and I am unable to rearrange them. They are lost puzzle pieces that will not be jammed into the big picture.
Vivian
WHY IS THE WORD ALWAYS SHATTERED IS THAT THE ONLY WORD THIS WEBSITE HAS OR SOMETHING? LIKE IS THAT THE GIST BECAUSE I AM A WRITER AND I JUST WANT TO PRACTICE WRITING AND IT ALWAYS GIVES ME THIS GOD-DAMN WORD AND I’M JUST SO DONE WITH THE WHOLE THING GOODBYE FRIENDS I AM GONE >:((((((((((((
~anger~
anon
the day my dog died, my whole life seemed like it had been shattered. Shattered into a million pieces that pierced the skin of everyone around me, that being how sad I had become was affecting my loved ones. But a year later, we had a new dog and it all seemed ok again. Funny how life works, isn’t it? How the human mind forgets so quickly.
anon
It was shattered. My heart, I mean. Shattered by the heart-breaker of the year, Connor O’Donell. It seemed like every year my heart would be broken by someone, and this year it was his turn. Dick.
Leona
i dont know the meaning but it might be broken and spilled but it has a negative meaning
it can be used for relationships too
nur
A life shattered into a million pieces and no one wants to stitch it up back together …. I hope time heals everything …
Gabriel DiLaurentis
Heartbreaking, unexpected, bad news, loss of trust, destruction of hopes and dreams. The worst is when it is people who shatter us in one way or another.
The bird crashed through the window. The glass shattered into pieces, and showered the floor with crystals. I picked up the bird among the shards and held it in my hand. It was a raven, and its left wing was bleeding, and its black eyes pierced through my heart like a knife. It was a mess, just like the shattered glass, but I felt as if I could love it more than anything.
He was all that had ever made me happy. Just three minutes earlier, I had told him that I wished I had time to just slow down and enjoy the moment, to which he replied I had plenty of time. Feeling his hand in mine, I took a deep breath and my world was perfect. Watching him drive away, my world shattered to pieces
Gone.
Not only the window, which now lay in shards on the outside of the front passenger door.
Not only the backpack with the pages of a life tucked neatly inside.
Not only the purse with the key chain; the last gift of a father to a daughter.
Tears and smiles had been shattered, stolen, and now coated the pavement in their dust.
Olivia
broken
dreams may also have a positive side to it: some good can come out of it. Lessons learnt thus are important
monali
I was shattered. There is no other word to descrive what I went through and what happened. I felt bereft, lost of all feeling, numb and unfeeling. It seemed hollow and sad. I felt stripped off entirely of all and any emotion. I missed what I was and what I was was happy and
Revathi
The clouds have shattered!
Gone away and disappeared!
Eve
if the house is burning;
save the birth certificates,
save the dog-eared letters.
save the faded photographs.
if the entire nation is at war;
save the historial archives,
save the works of art.
The glass lay shattered on the ground, with everyone just passing by. As if that was a normal thing to see on a Sunday afternoon. With all those people going through the busy street, there could be someone who could trip over and fall.
Alma
I had tried so hard to act like a grown-up, begged to sit at the grown-up table. Then my china plate shattered and I was sent in disgrace back to the kid’s table with the plastic plates. Maybe next year.
The vase shattered and spilled water and roses all over the floor. I felt that my marriage had shattered as well. He didn’t listen to me or care about my interests. He only brought me flowers when guests were coming over. I stepped over the mess and left the house, maybe for good.
Annie Walker
broken, tattered and scattered , its like a window broken or a soul that has met disappointment
it ‘s an expectation not met , it’s hopelessness and blackness
mayang
I was shattered at the thought that they left me like this; alone. I thought they trusted me more than that. But no, no one here except me. I couldn’t do this alone. I was scared, alone, and d- CRACK!
Everything about the place was shattered. Some shatters here and there. Some shatters far away. Even the glass shattered dome towered magnificently above all its shattered creations. Cracks spiralled at every direction, yet even thought it looked as it was going to collapse, it held on with immense. Wandering further into the corners of the grand palace, something did not belong in the shattered group of objects. Something was wrong about it. Claudia approached the little glass case and examined its flawless detail. A beautiful pattern continuously circled the case, with lines rising and falling in different shapes.
my heart. my vision of the future. in shards that reflected nothing – not before or behind. it just ended with a thud, not even a thud, because there was no sound, no sensation. just ended.
One by one, each bottle shattered as it came in contact with the pavement. She was unconcerned with the sharp shards that flew in all directions as she continued to grab bottles from the stack beside her and hurl them into the street.
Dawn
It shattered into little pieces on the floor, and there was nothing I could do about it. Shattered into a million little pieces. It was gone; forever. I cried over it and tried to mend it, but I knew my heart was broken beyond repair.
Joy
people get shattered in situations where they feel they have no hope of it going right or the way they want it to . theses situations are common in every persons life wherein one gets shattered but whats important is how one deals with it and reverts back to life.
yashaswini
Did you ever have an idea, a hope or a dream that you wanted?
I know you did once.
I saw it, the first time I saw you, the old homeless man who could have been God, sitting on the corner of Fourth and Main, looking at me as I stared at you, and wondering, what’s this girl got to do with anything?
You must have been something once, a son, a friend, maybe a father. I wonder what dreams of yours have been broken. And whose fault it is they were shattered.
Shattered. The glass fell. The heart broke. The expectations dropped.
This summed up R’s life in a few sentences. From his business, to his fiance, to his own expectations. A lifetime of work. Shattered.
Aditya
he was shattered to learn of her death on the highway on the way to the cabin. sad. so sad. he wondered how he could make it beyond this so sad and then he knew he would be okay, unshattered, mended, it would take time he knew but it would be okay and th
Ben put his big binder on the desk, pushing aside the cat statue on Tom’s desk. The cat bobbed its head, then fell off the side and shattered on the pine floor. Ben stopped as he was unzipping his binder. “Oh, oh,” he said. The cat’s body was still mostly in one piece, but its porcelain head was in bits: a dab of whisker here, a ear, a nose in one piece, the two eyes still together, like a sleeping mask.
“You killed Lucky,” Ben said.
i shattered my favorite vase when a man walked in the door. he was holding a new vase. it was more beautiful so i said fuck this old vase i´m making room on my shelf. so i grabbed it, dumped the flowers in and filled it a third of the way with water. then i ran to my bedroom and washed my face. the towel smelled like flowers. my best friend sophie wouldve said it smelled like chemicles.
It was struck and it splintered into thousands of pieces. In only a split second.
The glass shattered when the godling screamed. Rachel darted behind the nearest partition but not in time. Glass cut into her flesh. Blood flowed and the vampire lurking in the shadows keened with glee.
Broken glass. Pieces, fragmented, imperfect. No longer whole. Never will fit together quite the same, ever again. Forever to be apart. Shattered and broken. Despairing. Hopeless.
I cam in one day. I had been working all evening. Yes, I was well and truly shattered. Absolutely. No denying my exhaustion. A bird was still chirping. Why did that annoy me? Pfft. Stupid bird. I’m trying to be irritatable. You’re ruining my need to be a moody sort of arse. Perhaps sensing my frustration, he flew away.
Broken, crumpled, spread across the woods,
Love me never, I thought you could,
Fragile mask, taped piece by piece,
Can you see past this broken-smile face?
Shadoobee
A vase that brakes just like the future in my mind. No one will see the tattered and shattered future that I dream of. Only I carry the heavy burden. When will this suffering end? Too painful to talk about but keeping the glass shards inside my mouth makes the blood be perpetually flowing.
The glass shattered, sparkling in the air for what seemed like forever. Yet only seconds later the infinite pieces rained down upon him, slicing him open and shattering his career.
Shattered. That was how I felt, the moment I was alone. No one to hold, no one to love. My heart, life and soul just there. Shattered on the floor.
The shattered glass lay astray the ash covered floor. There was no sound. Just a deafening silence that threatened her tightly sealed lips. But it was loud. Everywhere, there was chaos, anarchy, not a single cent of peace.
Cut my life into pieces. I am so broken and shattered that I cannot for the life of me make up my own prose or poetry. Such are the segments of my mind scattered across the air and space, and I am unable to rearrange them. They are lost puzzle pieces that will not be jammed into the big picture.
WHY IS THE WORD ALWAYS SHATTERED IS THAT THE ONLY WORD THIS WEBSITE HAS OR SOMETHING? LIKE IS THAT THE GIST BECAUSE I AM A WRITER AND I JUST WANT TO PRACTICE WRITING AND IT ALWAYS GIVES ME THIS GOD-DAMN WORD AND I’M JUST SO DONE WITH THE WHOLE THING GOODBYE FRIENDS I AM GONE >:((((((((((((
~anger~
the day my dog died, my whole life seemed like it had been shattered. Shattered into a million pieces that pierced the skin of everyone around me, that being how sad I had become was affecting my loved ones. But a year later, we had a new dog and it all seemed ok again. Funny how life works, isn’t it? How the human mind forgets so quickly.
It was shattered. My heart, I mean. Shattered by the heart-breaker of the year, Connor O’Donell. It seemed like every year my heart would be broken by someone, and this year it was his turn. Dick.
i dont know the meaning but it might be broken and spilled but it has a negative meaning
it can be used for relationships too
A life shattered into a million pieces and no one wants to stitch it up back together …. I hope time heals everything …
Heartbreaking, unexpected, bad news, loss of trust, destruction of hopes and dreams. The worst is when it is people who shatter us in one way or another.
The bird crashed through the window. The glass shattered into pieces, and showered the floor with crystals. I picked up the bird among the shards and held it in my hand. It was a raven, and its left wing was bleeding, and its black eyes pierced through my heart like a knife. It was a mess, just like the shattered glass, but I felt as if I could love it more than anything.
He was all that had ever made me happy. Just three minutes earlier, I had told him that I wished I had time to just slow down and enjoy the moment, to which he replied I had plenty of time. Feeling his hand in mine, I took a deep breath and my world was perfect. Watching him drive away, my world shattered to pieces
Gone.
Not only the window, which now lay in shards on the outside of the front passenger door.
Not only the backpack with the pages of a life tucked neatly inside.
Not only the purse with the key chain; the last gift of a father to a daughter.
Tears and smiles had been shattered, stolen, and now coated the pavement in their dust.
broken
dreams may also have a positive side to it: some good can come out of it. Lessons learnt thus are important
I was shattered. There is no other word to descrive what I went through and what happened. I felt bereft, lost of all feeling, numb and unfeeling. It seemed hollow and sad. I felt stripped off entirely of all and any emotion. I missed what I was and what I was was happy and
The clouds have shattered!
Gone away and disappeared!
if the house is burning;
save the birth certificates,
save the dog-eared letters.
save the faded photographs.
if the entire nation is at war;
save the historial archives,
save the works of art.
if the world is ending,
save the stories.
The glass lay shattered on the ground, with everyone just passing by. As if that was a normal thing to see on a Sunday afternoon. With all those people going through the busy street, there could be someone who could trip over and fall.
I had tried so hard to act like a grown-up, begged to sit at the grown-up table. Then my china plate shattered and I was sent in disgrace back to the kid’s table with the plastic plates. Maybe next year.
The vase shattered and spilled water and roses all over the floor. I felt that my marriage had shattered as well. He didn’t listen to me or care about my interests. He only brought me flowers when guests were coming over. I stepped over the mess and left the house, maybe for good.
broken, tattered and scattered , its like a window broken or a soul that has met disappointment
it ‘s an expectation not met , it’s hopelessness and blackness
I was shattered at the thought that they left me like this; alone. I thought they trusted me more than that. But no, no one here except me. I couldn’t do this alone. I was scared, alone, and d- CRACK!
I was shattered at the thought that they left me like this; alone. I thought they trusted me.
Everything about the place was shattered. Some shatters here and there. Some shatters far away. Even the glass shattered dome towered magnificently above all its shattered creations. Cracks spiralled at every direction, yet even thought it looked as it was going to collapse, it held on with immense. Wandering further into the corners of the grand palace, something did not belong in the shattered group of objects. Something was wrong about it. Claudia approached the little glass case and examined its flawless detail. A beautiful pattern continuously circled the case, with lines rising and falling in different shapes.
my heart. my vision of the future. in shards that reflected nothing – not before or behind. it just ended with a thud, not even a thud, because there was no sound, no sensation. just ended.
One by one, each bottle shattered as it came in contact with the pavement. She was unconcerned with the sharp shards that flew in all directions as she continued to grab bottles from the stack beside her and hurl them into the street.
It shattered into little pieces on the floor, and there was nothing I could do about it. Shattered into a million little pieces. It was gone; forever. I cried over it and tried to mend it, but I knew my heart was broken beyond repair.
people get shattered in situations where they feel they have no hope of it going right or the way they want it to . theses situations are common in every persons life wherein one gets shattered but whats important is how one deals with it and reverts back to life.
Did you ever have an idea, a hope or a dream that you wanted?
I know you did once.
I saw it, the first time I saw you, the old homeless man who could have been God, sitting on the corner of Fourth and Main, looking at me as I stared at you, and wondering, what’s this girl got to do with anything?
You must have been something once, a son, a friend, maybe a father. I wonder what dreams of yours have been broken. And whose fault it is they were shattered.
Shattered. The glass fell. The heart broke. The expectations dropped.
This summed up R’s life in a few sentences. From his business, to his fiance, to his own expectations. A lifetime of work. Shattered.
he was shattered to learn of her death on the highway on the way to the cabin. sad. so sad. he wondered how he could make it beyond this so sad and then he knew he would be okay, unshattered, mended, it would take time he knew but it would be okay and th