almost crying, he held the remains of a broken bottle
breaths a mix of tears and
brandy. she kept howling at his back, eyes wide,
arms frenzied, heart tired.
no one could say when they had stopped
looking each other in the eye.
the silence that lingered in the air that night was louder than the words we had spoken.
our minds constantly searched for something to keep the moment alive,
now that our hearts had found what they were looking for.
anything.
we were running out of time… and we knew it.
every word that managed to escape my lips, left a secret behind.
our last goodbye was all that i had to hold on to when i left…
but would that be good enough?
the miles slowly divided us apart.
The division of self… it’s a dangerous thing. The more you divide the more pieces you lose track of, until one day you wake, covered in blood without any idea how it got there.
At least that’s how it worked for her. Maybe other people just went quietly insane.
Amai
a form of math to see how many times one item can be divided. also a split between two things. people can create a division of ideas, thoughts and social division. opposite of unity,
irene
I WAS THINKING ABOUT THE ONE WORD I WAS GONNA GET TODAY…… DIVISION REMINDS ME ABOUT THE SCHOOL DAYS WHEN IT WAS REPRESENTED BY THE SMALL HORIZONTAL LINE AND THE DOTS ON THE TOP AND BOTTOM OF IT.
I HATED DIVISION BECAUSE IT WAS DIFFICULT
The division between their families wasn’t so great that they could never be friends, but it was great enough that they could never be lovers. The animosity caused their hearts to swell with unknown feelings and for their tear ducts to mount with tears. It also allowed that feeling to morph into love.
Things were never together with us in the first place. Since you destroyed my way of life, there was rift between us, with no bridge to even dare to connect the horizons. You brought this darkness between us brother. You destroyed my house, my family, and any foundation that normal children had.
It’s you’re fault we divided.
Mary
and the building fell
soundlessly, seamlessly
like a dream or vision
beginning with a careful crack
and the sky trembled a violent blue
and as the heavens opened up and shouted all through
the quiet night
the building shook in hues of grey
and then disappeared into calculated mist.
He wandered up to the door, then stopped and steeled himself. He’d never gone into this division before, and it worried him. The only other division he’d ever been to was the Motor Vehicle Division, and that was always, without exception, a godawful and painful experience.
Then he wondered why it was even called a division. Did they divide much? He supposed the MVD divided souls, maybe.
Poofiemus
The division of household duties is a constant source of struggle between us. I thought we’d be equal, but no that is a pie in the sky ideal. It does not happen in this modern day.
kasserawrites
After an initial flash of blue, there I was, there it was with all the division subtracted by scale; Earth, surrounded by devouring darkness that swallowed all comprehension. Reducing hundreds of billions of stars to dim dust, bits of bioluminescent phytoplankton floating in a shoreless, bottomless ocean.
“As division chair of this committee, I don’t think that we should use shovels to kill the zombies. I’m sure that my grenades would be far more effective. What’s that? Shovels have a higher cool factor? Fine. We’ll put it to a vote.”
Kira
It’s that feeling of splitting, becoming smaller, becoming tinier, becoming more and more refined. Life is really about it all spitting us out and making us wholer.
Morgan
The fat Math teacher tries to invoke superiority by claiming to be an expert in division, although I know she is an insecure fat joke. She isn’t even a math teacher. She is all about self promotion and self centeredness. I would like to see the division within our foreign language department remove the smallest fraction, which is her, the largest distraction. ….. And the fattest self absorbed non team player I have ever seen here.
joefeather
The great division stemmed, so far as anybody could tell, from a disagreement about the nature of society amongst the fish in the pond. Mr. Widdershins felt that the fish were highly sophisticated and had built a utopian social order. Mr. Bone would not be dissuaded from believing that the fish got on so well only because they lived in constant fear of the black cat next door.
when i was in elementary school i was introduced to the concept of division which has, in turn, ruined my future in math forever. i hate math so much. i can divide by 2 and thats about it.
Leila
ill pick janey. ok i think we are done” jack said mercilessly. sara stood alone last again. the kids laughed cruelly and walked away. she stood still pale and unhappy. she hated pe they were encouraging division, and she was always last with no group to join. no section that fit into.
kacey flipper
We as people are destined to divide things
whether it’s numbers, words, people
for some reason we can not stick together
and that’s whats tearing us apart
Caroline Mowry
we are divided you love her and somehow you cant see that she is an idiot, we are divided, your brain doesnt wokr and neither do you eyes, i tilt my head begging to be kissed, and you turn me away for a girl the opposite of me, your true love
I remember that my g,a sent me some division little flsh cards when I was in like second grade. The whole”division” concept wasn’t yet in my knowledge. It was a foreign language that I wondered about, when would I get this? How could my grandma send me division flash cards, let alone, send me flash cArds? What a nasty gift.
inside your physical heart, there is a septum that separates the left side from the right; i wonder, in love, if there is another that creates a division between love and hate.
divided. divided we will fall, but sometimes in falling there is strength.
division reminds me of awful middle school math classes where I didn’t understand numbers when my brain would only process color, art, music
divided, seems negative, can be positive
perception
there’s a lot of division in this world. a lot of racial. its depressing that we can’t just love everyone. does color really matter all that much? we’re so divided over something so insignificant and that is the true world tragedy.
division is the opposite of multiplication. i like division, but sometimes it comes between people and makes them sad.
division is also what happens to cells when they multiply. it’s kind of gross. i don’t like that kind of division.
sometimes two people get divided, especially if they’re siamese twins. this happens in hospitals. some siamese twins die when they get separated. Also when siamese twins grow up their hearts stop working and they die anyway. so siamese twins are screwed.
also division is fun to do when it’s an easy number like 2. half of 2 is 1. tada.
see what happened with this web page is it told me to refresh and i got 120 seconds. 120 divided by 2 is 60.
Clare
Division. Like math in third grade? Division kicked my butt, like Algebra in the ninth grade. At least I rocked Geometry in the tenth grade. But… *shudders* Division…
MAth. Her least favorite subject. She had dyscalculia so it was always a challenge for her. She could never tell the difference between 7s and 2s. But today in calculus 2 they were doing devision of integrals. She was proud she got this far!
Nemus
Cut in half
I look to thee
Bind me in
My misery
My soul and yours
Combine to be
The Chosen Two
Just you and me
Division to divide to separate. We separate too much. Everyone is divided and it breaks my heart. Come together right now over me.
Emily Vandevier
There is a rift between what is perceived and what is factual. What is tangible and what is speculative. Do not get confused while crossing that fine line. For one may slip easily from fear into madness, love into worship, frustration into hatred, and humanity into something monstrous.
Dan
I never was very good at math. Long division was especially difficult for me, because it seemed like it didn’t make any sense at all. Sure, dividing four things between 2 people makes sense, that’s just sharing. But when it gets more complicated than that, all I can do is think “why?” Why can’t you divide by zero? Math doesn’t make sense.
Fern Constanova
I learned division before I learned multiplication. Isn’t that odd? I never got my facts memorized for multiplication. I would always have my multiplication table out while I whipped through division problems. It’s weird, I know.
GlamGirl
I hate math. The division between what and what? Excuse me, i have no freakin’ idea what you’re talking about. -_- Math.
Your heart is constantly dividing. Building barriers between warring sections. Cutting the brain off from the inner rooms. Keeping you from the real world, to protect what’s inside.
there is an intense division between the races of the world, whether we like it or not. prejudice still exists and i honestly think intolerance is growing; we’re just better at holding it in. but it’s there and is unleashed in quieter ways.
and they carried on like long division. there will be no remainder.
almost crying, he held the remains of a broken bottle
breaths a mix of tears and
brandy. she kept howling at his back, eyes wide,
arms frenzied, heart tired.
no one could say when they had stopped
looking each other in the eye.
the silence that lingered in the air that night was louder than the words we had spoken.
our minds constantly searched for something to keep the moment alive,
now that our hearts had found what they were looking for.
anything.
we were running out of time… and we knew it.
every word that managed to escape my lips, left a secret behind.
our last goodbye was all that i had to hold on to when i left…
but would that be good enough?
the miles slowly divided us apart.
The division of self… it’s a dangerous thing. The more you divide the more pieces you lose track of, until one day you wake, covered in blood without any idea how it got there.
At least that’s how it worked for her. Maybe other people just went quietly insane.
a form of math to see how many times one item can be divided. also a split between two things. people can create a division of ideas, thoughts and social division. opposite of unity,
I WAS THINKING ABOUT THE ONE WORD I WAS GONNA GET TODAY…… DIVISION REMINDS ME ABOUT THE SCHOOL DAYS WHEN IT WAS REPRESENTED BY THE SMALL HORIZONTAL LINE AND THE DOTS ON THE TOP AND BOTTOM OF IT.
I HATED DIVISION BECAUSE IT WAS DIFFICULT
The division between their families wasn’t so great that they could never be friends, but it was great enough that they could never be lovers. The animosity caused their hearts to swell with unknown feelings and for their tear ducts to mount with tears. It also allowed that feeling to morph into love.
Things were never together with us in the first place. Since you destroyed my way of life, there was rift between us, with no bridge to even dare to connect the horizons. You brought this darkness between us brother. You destroyed my house, my family, and any foundation that normal children had.
It’s you’re fault we divided.
and the building fell
soundlessly, seamlessly
like a dream or vision
beginning with a careful crack
and the sky trembled a violent blue
and as the heavens opened up and shouted all through
the quiet night
the building shook in hues of grey
and then disappeared into calculated mist.
He wandered up to the door, then stopped and steeled himself. He’d never gone into this division before, and it worried him. The only other division he’d ever been to was the Motor Vehicle Division, and that was always, without exception, a godawful and painful experience.
Then he wondered why it was even called a division. Did they divide much? He supposed the MVD divided souls, maybe.
The division of household duties is a constant source of struggle between us. I thought we’d be equal, but no that is a pie in the sky ideal. It does not happen in this modern day.
After an initial flash of blue, there I was, there it was with all the division subtracted by scale; Earth, surrounded by devouring darkness that swallowed all comprehension. Reducing hundreds of billions of stars to dim dust, bits of bioluminescent phytoplankton floating in a shoreless, bottomless ocean.
“As division chair of this committee, I don’t think that we should use shovels to kill the zombies. I’m sure that my grenades would be far more effective. What’s that? Shovels have a higher cool factor? Fine. We’ll put it to a vote.”
It’s that feeling of splitting, becoming smaller, becoming tinier, becoming more and more refined. Life is really about it all spitting us out and making us wholer.
The fat Math teacher tries to invoke superiority by claiming to be an expert in division, although I know she is an insecure fat joke. She isn’t even a math teacher. She is all about self promotion and self centeredness. I would like to see the division within our foreign language department remove the smallest fraction, which is her, the largest distraction. ….. And the fattest self absorbed non team player I have ever seen here.
The great division stemmed, so far as anybody could tell, from a disagreement about the nature of society amongst the fish in the pond. Mr. Widdershins felt that the fish were highly sophisticated and had built a utopian social order. Mr. Bone would not be dissuaded from believing that the fish got on so well only because they lived in constant fear of the black cat next door.
when i was in elementary school i was introduced to the concept of division which has, in turn, ruined my future in math forever. i hate math so much. i can divide by 2 and thats about it.
ill pick janey. ok i think we are done” jack said mercilessly. sara stood alone last again. the kids laughed cruelly and walked away. she stood still pale and unhappy. she hated pe they were encouraging division, and she was always last with no group to join. no section that fit into.
We as people are destined to divide things
whether it’s numbers, words, people
for some reason we can not stick together
and that’s whats tearing us apart
we are divided you love her and somehow you cant see that she is an idiot, we are divided, your brain doesnt wokr and neither do you eyes, i tilt my head begging to be kissed, and you turn me away for a girl the opposite of me, your true love
I remember that my g,a sent me some division little flsh cards when I was in like second grade. The whole”division” concept wasn’t yet in my knowledge. It was a foreign language that I wondered about, when would I get this? How could my grandma send me division flash cards, let alone, send me flash cArds? What a nasty gift.
inside your physical heart, there is a septum that separates the left side from the right; i wonder, in love, if there is another that creates a division between love and hate.
divided. divided we will fall, but sometimes in falling there is strength.
division reminds me of awful middle school math classes where I didn’t understand numbers when my brain would only process color, art, music
divided, seems negative, can be positive
perception
thousands separate
pieces belonging
pieces struggling to fit in.
like ants, they always
run aimlessly
or,
maybe they just have it figured out.
Division A1494 stood like a rotting carcass at the top of the hill, with bats bleeding through the windows, dying.
The new division wasn’t new, after all. It was just reopened.
there’s a lot of division in this world. a lot of racial. its depressing that we can’t just love everyone. does color really matter all that much? we’re so divided over something so insignificant and that is the true world tragedy.
“As every divided kingdom falls, so every mind divided between many studies confounds and saps itself.”
division is the opposite of multiplication. i like division, but sometimes it comes between people and makes them sad.
division is also what happens to cells when they multiply. it’s kind of gross. i don’t like that kind of division.
sometimes two people get divided, especially if they’re siamese twins. this happens in hospitals. some siamese twins die when they get separated. Also when siamese twins grow up their hearts stop working and they die anyway. so siamese twins are screwed.
also division is fun to do when it’s an easy number like 2. half of 2 is 1. tada.
see what happened with this web page is it told me to refresh and i got 120 seconds. 120 divided by 2 is 60.
Division. Like math in third grade? Division kicked my butt, like Algebra in the ninth grade. At least I rocked Geometry in the tenth grade. But… *shudders* Division…
MAth. Her least favorite subject. She had dyscalculia so it was always a challenge for her. She could never tell the difference between 7s and 2s. But today in calculus 2 they were doing devision of integrals. She was proud she got this far!
Cut in half
I look to thee
Bind me in
My misery
My soul and yours
Combine to be
The Chosen Two
Just you and me
Division to divide to separate. We separate too much. Everyone is divided and it breaks my heart. Come together right now over me.
There is a rift between what is perceived and what is factual. What is tangible and what is speculative. Do not get confused while crossing that fine line. For one may slip easily from fear into madness, love into worship, frustration into hatred, and humanity into something monstrous.
I never was very good at math. Long division was especially difficult for me, because it seemed like it didn’t make any sense at all. Sure, dividing four things between 2 people makes sense, that’s just sharing. But when it gets more complicated than that, all I can do is think “why?” Why can’t you divide by zero? Math doesn’t make sense.
I learned division before I learned multiplication. Isn’t that odd? I never got my facts memorized for multiplication. I would always have my multiplication table out while I whipped through division problems. It’s weird, I know.
I hate math. The division between what and what? Excuse me, i have no freakin’ idea what you’re talking about. -_- Math.
Your heart is constantly dividing. Building barriers between warring sections. Cutting the brain off from the inner rooms. Keeping you from the real world, to protect what’s inside.
The division of our hearts creates pain in my chest daily.
I remember when I could feel her heartbeat next to mine. Her lips on mine. Her hand in mine.
And now I only see deceit in her heart, lies on her lips and cheat in her hands.
there is an intense division between the races of the world, whether we like it or not. prejudice still exists and i honestly think intolerance is growing; we’re just better at holding it in. but it’s there and is unleashed in quieter ways.
The division between us has gotten deeper and larger. We divide our thoughts, our feelings, and our memories. We divided our whole friendship.