Bai A
Bai A
Aug 7

the loneliness in my heart screams so loud
it shatters me inside and out

#sad   #lonely   #sadness   #alone   #shatter   #loneliness  
Just shatter.
Andrew T Hannah
Andrew T Hannah
Mar 7, 2013

Nowhere left to go
At the crossroads
Just a man.

Searching the sand
For his fingerprints,
So long ago.

Echoes of yesterday
Mirrors across today

Almost time to die.

Frozen tears never fall
Just shatter.

Shatter me like the glass
Kimberly Clemens

It would be quite easy
for you to break me
Shatter me like the glass
I didn't know my heart was made of.
I'll repair like stone
And turn colder
But wiser?
When it comes to you
It seems as though my heart of stone
Turns to fragile glass
At any given moment
I think of you.

#love   #fragile  
to shatter picture frames
Lauren Ashley
Lauren Ashley
Feb 24, 2011

we are leaving behind dreams
crushed like flower petals
laying upon the less travelled path

wakened from a sense of peace
or as close we could reach
with bodies cemented to practicality

the infamy you will gain,
a spotlight of sympathy and pity
is worth the tears of blood

rebellion was your game
and a gluttony for greivances
the fruits of our demise

was it the desire of interest,
a beautiful melancholic tale
for the masses under your toes

to shatter picture frames
and shake the dust from our hearts
into our sorrowful lungs

poor and superficial soul
there is no sympathy for the devil
as he has none for such sinners

we will spend our days with blurred eyes
while the red carpet of purgatory
welcomes you as family

and should we ever meet again
your hope may wallow in the depths
of our blind condescension

organ keys shatter; dull ringing
Nov 16, 2013

"you're beautiful"
compliments slip so easily
rolls off the tongue
gliding; passing phrase

you say it enough till i begin
to believe it as much as you
want me to believe you
and i do, i do, i did
naive and foolish and as
broken as the day he left me

but you are a replacement, a shadow,
a puppet who took the place
of the boy i used to and still love
mere illusions of a past time
the heart grasps these empty sheets

oh hear!
dead silence when
the symphony stops
organ keys shatter; dull ringing
silence fills the space where
late night murmurs once were

for you see, sticks and stones
may break these hollow bones
but words will always devour
and destroy me


One day this world is gonna shatter
Feb 7

Im gonna run from the torment until it turns to laughter forget to dream cause i can't deal with my past
Pretend like today doesn't hurt
Ill be fine suffocating on my mask
Im living in world made out shadows and fear
One day this world is gonna shatter
And ill be right here.

Mar 31

I used to break bottles on the ground
and the glass I would use to fill my words
just like people
glass never breaks the same
some will find its way into weapons
and others are simply
echoes in the night
some words are empty
and others are so full
that they spill all over the concrete
filled with water
or rocks
I want them to weigh you down
and other times I want you to be able to stand on them
like I do
when I scream messages on street corners
blood dripping down my face
I will promise myself I will never write another empty word
and instead of filling my words with weapons
I'll fill them with sunlight
or unused happiness

I don't break bottles anymore
the only thing I can break well
is myself

Taylor Stein
Taylor Stein
Dec 5, 2012


I am
An empty cup
A broken cistern
Run out
Dried up

I am
An empty room
All but gone
What will I be?
Where will I go?
My hope it fades
The darkness rolls
Why another mountain?
Why another storm?

I don't know if I can run again
My legs already weary
My heart already weak
A hear a song
It sings out loud
Through my tears
Hope will come
But now I hurt
Now I break

I need a guide
A light for my path
Before the demons come
Before they steal my soul
Devouring all I am
Let me stand
For 'ere I fall

A high cliff
A broken mountain
Fight, fight, fight

Run for the hills
Run for freedom
Tears streaming down your cheek
A hole in your heart
No plug for the leak
No words to speak

Let the sun rise
If it can
If I can stand.


Mar 23

Everything I so highly protected has been widely affected even the good parts of me have also been infected the demons at bay quietly detected I am no longer safe even though it took me so long to perfect it the bars that I built were so strong and perfected I would've never suspected the power of love would've been the one to deject them now I'm left entirely disconnected living in a world inside of me that I alone projected my fragile soul left unprotected the pieces that were broken shattered now left uncollected good versus evil my feelings misdirected everything I thought I was doing right intersected by the bitter reality that not everything is how I dissected if I could take it all back I would if only I could they say not to regret anything in your life but you left me no choice you broke me with all of your night now I'm left with strife I don't even know what's wrong and what's right how could you have the power to break me apart knowing that you entirely held unto my heart

Priscilla del Real
Priscilla del Real
Sep 22, 2013

With clenched fists, my grasp thrashes the golden seraph blade against these stubborn barriers, as I frantically try to find my away around this world of surreal stability. My gaze compulsorily follows the shimmering residue, splatters floating upon these void waters, reminding me of fallen angles twinkling in the darkness.

Let these walls collapse with unshakable power, let them rattle me to my senses and draw me in. Leave me in my tears, to mourn in wretched hatred, allow me to slowly drown and cease my life as my last breath escapes from my steel blue lips.

Rid me of responsibility and guilt, and set a light for me as guidance. Shine bright in the storms, and embrace me as a warm blanket in the lonesome cold I must bear. For I have no home, and no place but the rabbit hole I absconded from.

With pedals of perished flowers, I can paint a sunny day, only to destroy the lingering hope by gently erasing each and every last leftover detail of glee. Haven’t you noticed me wandering into the nightfall? It surrounds me, slowly devouring who I am, and drawing my comatose form deeper into this pit.

I’ve learned to embrace the disappointments of this damned domain just long enough to convince myself there’s a purpose to continue. I wipe the streaming tears off my face, and can’t help but to mock my pathetic sentiments.

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