Broken hearts

I am Myra Charmaine I am sixteen, and my birthday is in exactly two weeks, November fourteenth. I have the normal teenage problems bullies, homework, parents, teachers, and other than that I have a pretty normal life. My parents are still married and I have a little sister Natalia, but that doesn 't mean my family is perfect. No one ever really knows the stress every individual faces in there personal life. When you wake up on special days you get a feeling a refreshed feeling. You feel like you

looked curious. Or hungry. Calla swept into the kitchen, her purple shaw billowing out behind her. She looked very much the seer today.“Orla, leave the poor boy alone. Can’t you see he’s suffering from a broken heart?” she said dramatically, like she was reading from a script. “I’m good with broken hearts,” Orla said at the same time as Gansey

doing it. My life and who I am will forever be changed - whether good or bad is still being decided. There is no happy ending to this story, yet. This is real life. This is real heartbreak. This is real. This is who I am. I am the girl with a broken heart caught in the middle (with you). Right now I am hurt. Eventually I will be

I long to be free. To be free from the metal chains that hold me down. To be free from the whispering as I descend into my empty slumber. My heart couldn’t handle the pain of the immortal whispers and figures that popped up here and there trying to help or drag me with them. My day begins again with a drone of the same ringtone of the alarm. Getting up to open the window forgetting about the same old raven bird that stares at me with its whole black eyes sending you into a black spiral. The

Any researcher, philosopher, or anthropologist have considerable difficulty finding a heart which has never been scathed, bruised, or even broken by love. Throughout all recorded history, the common experience of the pains of love is shared. Perhaps this has contributed to society’s desire to produce and consume material that relates to this subject. In particular, one record of lost love relates these lonely heart woes in a understandable yet intricate way. Frank Sinatra’s 1955 album, In the Wee

The two stories, “The Wife” and “The Broken Heart”, were given to this literature circle to discuss and discover the stories’ plots and hidden meanings. Kira was our leader and illustrator; Isaiah was our researcher; Rainena was our reader; Hollis was our person who helped those who needed help. The stories had a similar theme, love, and how it affects those who have experienced love at its greatest measure. “The Broken Heart” was a short story revolving around the plot of disappointed love. It was

A broken heart is known as a metaphor for the intense emotional pain or suffering, we feel broken after losing a loved one. We all know the damage that a broken heart can cause because we have experienced it ourselves or have seen the reproductions on our loved ones. But a broken heart in medical terms is known as Cardiovascular di I have had many broken heart experiences over the last 7 years of my life. I really am still trying to fix my broken heart. When I lost my mom I felt as if my world had

“Araby” is chock full of interesting imagery. This imagery points us towards outstanding themes. Along with imagery, diction can point us in a more concise direction by cuing us in on the year and/or the location of the piece. Knowing these things can help us, as readers, better understand the words James Joyce chooses and helps us get a firmer grasp in the imagery. An outstanding theme in “Araby” is heartbreak. Now, heartbreak is in a lot of the imagery and diction in this piece. The narrator talks

“One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.”-Bob Marley It was a humid summer night when I encountered my first broken heart. The wind rustled against the bushes that lined my front porch. It was humid even though the breeze was present it didn’t give much relief. It was hot but the crickets still chirped, surrounding me with the songs of nature. It was completely dark but the black sky was the perfect canvas to display the stars. That’s something I loved about my town, you

I never thought things would end up this way, you are gone and my heart is broken. One day an 11 year old girl asked her daddy, “What are you going to give me for my 15th birthday?” The father replied “There is much time left.” When the girl was 14 she fainted and was rushed to the hospital. The doctor came out and told her dad she had a bad heart. When she was lying in the hospital bed she said “daddy … have they told you I’m going to die yet?” The father replied yes as he left weeping. She said