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It began with a shattered dream.
I walk by, seeing myself walk by on a bag, someone's hands gripping the paper handles above my neck, my curved waist, my gleam of sweat, me, half a block away, and think, you don't know self-fragmentation until it's staring you in the face.
All there is, is fragments, because a man, even the loneliest of the species, is divided among several persons, animals, worlds. To know a man more than slightly it would be necessary to gather him together from all those quarters, each last scrap of him, and this done after he is safely dead.
What I would be quite wise to remember is that 'pieces' are not the end of what was, but the beginning of what is to be.
Where there is no desire or pursuits, there is no wholeness. But there are satisfying lesser states, fragments.
Late Fragment
And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.
[The lives of others come together in fragments. A light shining off a separate story can illuminate what had remained dark.
A thought functions only as a fragmentary part in the formulation of an idea.
Hatch opens
Stark light
the rupture begins
Stray bits of Lego edged fitfully about among lower strata, like bright rectilinear beetles.
My heart is shattered, an all that's left are jagged shards.
But if ever I try to mend, some other bodies would instantly break, would instantly be fragments.
When life events mimic shattered glass,
carefully locate the pieces then gently pick them up.
Two broken shards, two drained batteries, two men who were merely shells. What
I feel like the word shatter.
All of a sudden something breaks off sharply. The adventure is over, time resumes its daily routine. I turn; behind me, this beautiful melodious form sinks entirely into the past. It grows smaller, contracts as it declines, and now the end makes one with the beginning.
True Stories are fragments. Anything longer is a lie, a fabrication
Already the dream was coming apart, its bright silk strands unwinding into nebulous emotions, little coloured clouds of feeling being dispersed by the movement of my waking-up mind. This is how it's always been with Light Bulb Fragment dreams; by the time I'm fully awake, they're gone.
Language divides us into fragments, I wanted to be whole.
I am a thousand scattered pieces that no one has bothered to put together.
The beauty of being shattered is how the shards become our character and our marks of distinction.
Beginning is half done.
I'm not broken. I'm shattered. I'm a million tiny pieces that would take longer than forever to piece back together."~ Rory
Most of my videos consist of fragments, one or two minutes long. They are haikus or sketches. I have thousands.
Brief is this existence, as a visit in a strange house. The path to be pursued is poorly lit by a flickering consciousness.
Heck, I don't know what it is. All I know is that my mind fractured like a mirror one day and here I am almost ten years later still cutting myself on the shards.
Although the theater is not life, it is composed of fragments or imitations of life, and people on both sides of the footlight have to unite to make the fragments whole and the imitations genuine.
This was what happened when perfect cracked and splintered. This was what happened when your life fell apart.
You're my missing puzzle piece," she whispers as we continue dancing.
"Your puzzle piece?" I question.
"I'm not broken...but before you; I was never whole, either," she clarifies. "You're the missing piece that made me whole. And now, you're the piece that keeps me from breaking.
Perhaps the crescent moon smiles in doubt
at being told that it is a fragment
awaiting perfection.
My thoughts were a jumble.
I experienced the world in bewildering fragments and flashes.
If you shatter, I'll find you.
The missing piece my breath my heart my memory me the other half the missing half
Set fire to the broken pieces; start anew.
The fractured self is not something that needs to be rectified fixed and made whole; by freeing thought of the blinkers of representation, the space of fracture, of multiplicity (as opposed to unity) becomes a powerful place and one from which the most radical ideas can emerge.
I was coming together...
limb by limb, after being broken
for an infinity.
Sometimes when you break things, you can hold them together for a while with string or glue or tape. Sometimes, nothing will hold what's broken, and the pieces fly all over, and though you think you might be able to find them all again, one or two will always be missing
-During Thanatos's class-
Damien tapped quickly on his iPad and lifted it so we could all see: Torn Asunder=Torn To Pieces
I caught a pebble in the moonlight.
THE END OF PART ONE
...a fissure appeared. Splinters of plastic broke away around it, and the fissure widened, radiating further fractures.
When the first leg broke out, Simon tried to shriek.
Something like this changes you,
it breaks you into pieces and puts you back together, but the sum total is different.
parts in a sennight and came to give you notice
So much is lost, he said, in the shipwreck. What remains are fragments, and if you don't hold on to them the sea will take them too.
Sometimes he awoke with a feeling of fragments afloat in his sleep, but he couldn't seem to grasp them and put them together into something worthy of telling at the ritual.
Again I see you, But me I don't see!, The magical mirror in which I saw myself has been broken, And only a piece of me I see in each fatal fragment - Only a piece of you and me! ...
The fragment of coral, a tiny crinkle of pink like a sugar rosebud from a cake, rolled across the mat. How small, thought Winston, how small it always was!
Reality is a unified whole, but thought cuts it up into fragments.
A composer's job involves the decoration of fragments of time.
Fracture lines etch the surface of the glass box as if a body fell from the sky and landed on it.
What fragment of truth will be mine?
The last sentence in a piece is another adventure. It should open the piece up.
I hope I reach the point where epiphanies become so commonplace that I scarcely bother to register them: Oh look, another epiphany - as we acquire knowledge we become mired in the ignorance of the educated, delivered from the wisdom of innocence by a corrupted midwife. Now what's on telly?
I took the pieces you threw away, put them together by night and day. Washed by the rain. Dried by the sun. A million pieces all in one.
the Pieces" by The Wreckers
I keep some portion of my early gleam; Brokenly bright, like moonbeams on a river, It lights my life, a far illusive dream, Moves as I move, and leads me on forever.
Gather out of star-dust, Earth-dust, Cloud-dust, Storm-dust, And splinters of hail, One handful of dream-dust, Not for sale.
We have an epilogue, remember?
I shall be so brief that I have already finished
What was true and solid begins to slide, dissolve.
Your thoughts unravel faster than a satin ribbon
Whose edge hasn't been burned
Until you sit amidst a tangle of limp, pink threads,
Unable to reason
At all.
What good is a fragile spirit, as when touched, shatters into a thousand pieces.
At midnight, Cinderella ran away from the ball, leaving behind glass slipper. The doors swing slowly close behind, shutting out the sound of the party, and I realize I've lost something far more important than a shoe. I've lost my best friend.
Not all breaks are clean. Sometimes we crumble, sometimes we erode. And those erosions, Eppie-the ones that chip away at our hopes and dreams and out plans for the futures-those are often a lifetime in the making. It's those we must watch out for, my dear.
But nobody in one lifetime could read more than a fragment of what was here, this broken labyrinth of words, this shattered, interrupted story of a people and a world through the centuries, the millennia.
I am a collection of dismantled almosts.
I'm scattered, and then that last hundred pages, bam, I'm a laser.
Today, something is happening to the whole structure of human consciousness. A fresh kind of life is starting. Driven by the forces of love, the fragments of the world are seeking each other, so that the world may come into being.
I became the burst shell of a mustard seed to dwell for an eye-blink amid a starburst galaxy of broken dreams.
Epiphanies do not arise through direct regurgitation of what came before; epiphanies are unexpected slips into novelty.
The fracture of pencil still useful, but the fracture of soul,
we couldn't use it, Mister.
I felt like a piece of glass, shattered and scattered all over. I didn't know who or what I was anymore, but I glittered prettily in the spotlight. I
The ice was not only broken; it was shivered into a million fragments
Like an apparently strict musical form it breaks the five minute whole into its structural parts - a descriptive preamble, the action of taking the cards, the development of the cards' manipulation and the revelation of what has been achieved.
In the unfolding of eternity, a single lifetime was just a passing moment...' Broken Mirror by Oliver Rixon
[My characters are] conglomerations of past and present stages of civilization, bits from books and newspapers, scraps of humanity, rags and tatters of fine clothing, patched together as is the human soul
Things severed shall be united and shall acquire of themselves such virtue that they shall restore to men their lost memory: - That is the papyrus sheets, which are formed out of several strips and preserve the memory of the thoughts and deeds of men.
Life's like a novel with the end ripped out
Books. They tumbled from the bleeding sky like wounded birds. The spines snapping open and the pages fanning white. Black letters slipping off the slanted pages and falling, falling to the ground where they ... Shatter.
Are you anybody else's missing piece?'
'Not that I know of.'
'Well, maybe you want to be your own piece?'
'I can be someone's and still my own.'
'Well, maybe you don't want to be mine.'
'Maybe I do.
To be unbroken, what would that be?
If words that were spoken, had not shattered me
There are pieces of me on the ground.
The back door blew out from the limo, winging across the road at such a force that it ripped right through a Luxen in a police uniform. Like, one Luxen suddenly became two not-so-put-together Luxen.
It's been a slice!Slice-- Jon D'amore
a handful of crumpled stars
Nothing is whole, not for too damned long. The world is half night.
discombobulation
(Peace!) Piece of what?
You can't mean P-E-A-C-E
Cause I've seen people on the streets
Shoot the next man and turn around and say 'peace.'
But that's leaving people in pieces
It's not what the meaning of peace is.
Something in me had got broken, but not so broken I didn't remember what it was.
With growing sorrow and fear, the poor man painfully saw how wasted and empty the life that lay behind him had become. It no longer belonged to him but was strange and disconnected, like something once memorized that could be recalled only with difficulty in the form of barren fragments. He
Half is done when the beginning is done.
Jenna lost her mother. I lost my credibility. Virgil lost his faith. We've all got missing pieces. But for a little while, I believed that, together, we might be whole.
ragged piece of thin glass jutted out of the socket, all that was left of the
Fragmentation occurs when a civilization is in decline.
In Two Parts You come and go so easily, your life is as you knew - while mine is split in two. How I envy so the half of me, who lived before love's due, who was yet to know of you.
I seem to be a brief light that flashes but once in all the aeons of time a rare, complicated, and all-too-delicate organism on the fringe of biological evolution , where the wave of life bursts into individual, sparkling, and multicolored drops that gleam for a moment ... only to vanish forever.
Soon there was only a tattered fragment of darkness, hanging in midair, the other side of the window. Fear caught my throat. The tattered fragment of darkness had a face. Looking at it, I understood the reason for my fear. The face was my own.
Time has shattered, it's cracked like my lips.
New beginnings often started with the broken bits and shattered pieces of the old.
Shards flew everywhere, slicing her hands, her forearm, and cascading to the floor like snow glistening on a winter morning.
Soon now, the faint tinkling of a broken filament will become another sound of another century.