You’re a part of me.
Now that you’re gone, is like i’ve been splited in half.
Divided.
You have only been gone for ten minutes..but there’s so much time left ..
It hurts.
Stacey was trying her hardest. She had been practicing for days on end to get into the top division for swimming. If she won this, then she would go away to a big competition.
With amber colored lenses, I saw the word for the first time.
thick salty flavored rimmed, and sometimes with a umbrella brims.
every time I looked, it became hazier and clearer until closing time.
then it was it off to Neverland, where boys fly and girls give thimbles.
In a land with no clocks, our time is forever together here.
In this division of our minds.
Division. I’m sitting on a couch about three meters away. They’re over there and I’m left here alone, with nothing to say. I’m too afraid to. I might feel worse than I do now if they talk back. Who are these people anyways?
laetitia
There is a space between us that seems insurmountable. I wonder which of us, if either of us even will, will take the movement to bring us back together. And then, of course, the moment passes, the space still there but hidden by our mutual need to ignore it and continue on as we always have.
Feeling divided from humanity, I just wish I belonged. I need a certain relation to people, I don’t know how to get it, nor do I know where to find it. I just want to know my place in life. Please God, give me a new pace.
Justin Time
I want and don’t want
and between that division lies
all the anxiety I’ve ever felt
It’s all there ever is.
divided we are. and i feel so alone. i want to unite with you become one. even though we are far id like our love to fly across for it has no boundaries like music. the light in you the love in me. its a vision of peace and joy
Alejandra
And we say we’re together through the things of life. We lie. We lie until our faces cease to smile. We are never there for each other, never together, never a comfort to the dead; we are never indivisible.
Lauren
Primary school, learning division, and then long division. From then on, the appreciation that some things, like multiplication, are easy one way, but difficult the other, like division.
The same goes for calculus, and how much earlier differentiation is than integration.
Division
includes two dots
and a line,
and the line can be anything.
A long distance,
a difficult math problem,
a difficult apple to cut in half,
slicing it not centered,
but there’s always that other dot
on the other side.
And that dot
will get to the other one
one way or another.
it’s a chasm so deep. don’t look down. keep your eyes up and your heels in… the last thing you want is to be the one at the bottom. what will you do to stay at the top? to stay above the depths? would you die for yourself or would you sacrifice yourself for another?
mccracal
I went, thinking it would be just like old times. But there was an obvious division between us. I sat across the fire from him, and I couldn’t help but look at them in jealousy. I guess what we did meant nothing to him at all. But that was months ago. And he had only used me because I was the one that showed up. He wasn’t anyone special; he was just like all the boys before.
There was a gap between us. A difference no bridge could gap. But nothing could divide us from our attack. When I ran away in fear, he was already here. And when I came to stay again there was was no greater gain.
Division is how I feel right now. Although, I’m sure everyone is thinking of math and skills. I’m divided up. I feel that I’ve been torn to make decisions, I have yet to figure out. I divided by I. I divided by the entire rest of the world. Or maybe it’s just I divided by you.
Natalie
They sat next to each other. Heard each others lives. Shared each others day. Made tea in the kitchen. Ate lunches at their desks. Attended social fucntions together. They knew more about each other than many. The division was vast wide and deep like a canyon.
Life would be so much simpler if I was an amoeba, able to divide myself whenever things got hairy. I’s wiggle up to a pebble, and rather than climb over it, I’d split myself in two and go around each side. It’s addition by division, or multiplication by division, or something like that. I’d do all sorts of fun amoeba things and play all kinds of amoebic pranks on unsuspecting people.
Division. That’s what had happened. They had been one unit, now divided.
Yes, math, basic math, was comforting. She was good at math. It was easy for her. It didn’t change on her. It didn’t change its mind. It didn’t say it wanted to be with her one day and leave her the next. It was safe and consistent.
The two were the best of friends. Maybe even in love. But they were too far apart. And no matter how many phone calls or online chats. One would never be quite as satisfied as she wanted to be. To see the other in real life and be able to smile or laugh together. Distance divided them.
There are two people, There are 50 states. There is one state of mind between them. There is a certain emptiness between them, as smiles flicker like pitched cigarettes ashed out car windows like wild and loose justifiers.
A line in the ground, a marking, and place that cannot be crossed. Looking across to one horizon and never turning around. The other, marching towards the endless sea, reaching the divide of the earth. This is where land and sea meet.
A spot in time where things come apart. A mathematical equation that defines the relationship that once was. Why did I always hate math? I wonder why. The life the divides is a life with choices, options, and opportunities. A vision
Ashlee
Division. I hated long division when I was first taught it. I just didn’t understand how it worked. I knew the steps, I simply couldn’t see how they were working together to get an answer. It took me a few years to actually understand the concept. That was a good day.
taylor
Division is a hard time. When you have to split yourselves and go your separate ways, that is the most difficult time. Sometimes you have to realize that the only way for your lives to be complete is for them to divide.
I FACED MANY DIFFICULTIES WHILE LEARNING DIVISION. BUT AFTER A LOT OF HARD WORK I THINK I HAVE BECOME QUITE GOOD AT DIVISION.
DIVISION WAS ALSO A POLICY EMPLOYED MY BRITISHERS TO RULE OVER INDIA.
VYAS
The division, is where it all went wrong. Or right.
Natalie
Division is not something to be taken lightly. It is something that almost always is tragic and not fun at all. Division of family. Division of friends. Division of marriage. Then again, there is also long division in math. That’s not fun either. I don’t like the word division.
Jaime Morris
Division is the cause of this heartache. You lived your lives together for twenty-five years, and here you sit, divided, divorced, undone. Division has drawn us together, given us a reason to love. Who would have known that in the midst of my parents’ division and divorce, I would come to know and love you.
Division makes a difference. Dividing two bodies prevents from multiplication. There’s no point in trying anymore. It’s not convenient, just let it go.
Division comes between us like a door slammed shut. It cuts the ropes that we’ve held onto for so long. It is the reason that we live on the edge of every moment, hoping that division will not come between us again.
Julia Morris
The division was unclear; where did they stand? Do you risk stepping too far, or do you distance yourself? And how do you decide? Who made the division in the first place? And whose responsibility is it to eliminate that division? If anyone’s?
the division of society, sometimes invisible yet so obvious
the division of a broken family is a hard one to ignore
to see unity in front of you but not be apart of their circle of love
its hard to watch, but after years of resentment haunting me
i finally let it hurt, let it sit
and thus, some beautiful peace came out of it
a sense of being a minor part to something i can no longer shove a side
its here and i must adjust or sink in the sorrow
lauren
separation
because i am so lacking
and i am not what you’re looking for
when i see you walk away
when our feelings start to change
and i no longer understand
leaving hurts
but being left will always sting more
and it’ll leave scars
jacqueline
Our lives have separated.
We divided into two different pathways.
But we always belonged to two different worlds,
so I wasn’t shocked when the separation happened.
You believe that one day we’ll meet again.
Honestly, I don’t think that we will.
But if we do,
It’ll be a pleasure seeing you again.
We don’t talk anymore, you’re nothing but a ghost in the hallway that just brushes a cold wind of air when you walk past me. It’s weird, how is it that two people that were once so close turned into such strangers? We divided into different paths.
It hurts to be torn apart. One minute madly in love, and the next, so far from each other that the memory of one another is barely there. Your heart burns with hate, it burns with love and you wonder, how does his feel, after so long a time?
Danni
division,
oh dear sweet separation
how can we ever be together?
You’re a part of me.
Now that you’re gone, is like i’ve been splited in half.
Divided.
You have only been gone for ten minutes..but there’s so much time left ..
It hurts.
Me from you… a Separation. Us to me and you… a Leave. We to one… a Break. An unbearable division.
Stacey was trying her hardest. She had been practicing for days on end to get into the top division for swimming. If she won this, then she would go away to a big competition.
With amber colored lenses, I saw the word for the first time.
thick salty flavored rimmed, and sometimes with a umbrella brims.
every time I looked, it became hazier and clearer until closing time.
then it was it off to Neverland, where boys fly and girls give thimbles.
In a land with no clocks, our time is forever together here.
In this division of our minds.
Division. I’m sitting on a couch about three meters away. They’re over there and I’m left here alone, with nothing to say. I’m too afraid to. I might feel worse than I do now if they talk back. Who are these people anyways?
There is a space between us that seems insurmountable. I wonder which of us, if either of us even will, will take the movement to bring us back together. And then, of course, the moment passes, the space still there but hidden by our mutual need to ignore it and continue on as we always have.
Feeling divided from humanity, I just wish I belonged. I need a certain relation to people, I don’t know how to get it, nor do I know where to find it. I just want to know my place in life. Please God, give me a new pace.
I want and don’t want
and between that division lies
all the anxiety I’ve ever felt
It’s all there ever is.
divided we are. and i feel so alone. i want to unite with you become one. even though we are far id like our love to fly across for it has no boundaries like music. the light in you the love in me. its a vision of peace and joy
And we say we’re together through the things of life. We lie. We lie until our faces cease to smile. We are never there for each other, never together, never a comfort to the dead; we are never indivisible.
Primary school, learning division, and then long division. From then on, the appreciation that some things, like multiplication, are easy one way, but difficult the other, like division.
The same goes for calculus, and how much earlier differentiation is than integration.
Division
includes two dots
and a line,
and the line can be anything.
A long distance,
a difficult math problem,
a difficult apple to cut in half,
slicing it not centered,
but there’s always that other dot
on the other side.
And that dot
will get to the other one
one way or another.
it’s a chasm so deep. don’t look down. keep your eyes up and your heels in… the last thing you want is to be the one at the bottom. what will you do to stay at the top? to stay above the depths? would you die for yourself or would you sacrifice yourself for another?
I went, thinking it would be just like old times. But there was an obvious division between us. I sat across the fire from him, and I couldn’t help but look at them in jealousy. I guess what we did meant nothing to him at all. But that was months ago. And he had only used me because I was the one that showed up. He wasn’t anyone special; he was just like all the boys before.
There was a gap between us. A difference no bridge could gap. But nothing could divide us from our attack. When I ran away in fear, he was already here. And when I came to stay again there was was no greater gain.
Division is how I feel right now. Although, I’m sure everyone is thinking of math and skills. I’m divided up. I feel that I’ve been torn to make decisions, I have yet to figure out. I divided by I. I divided by the entire rest of the world. Or maybe it’s just I divided by you.
They sat next to each other. Heard each others lives. Shared each others day. Made tea in the kitchen. Ate lunches at their desks. Attended social fucntions together. They knew more about each other than many. The division was vast wide and deep like a canyon.
that attitude that wishes one well in throwing you away
Life would be so much simpler if I was an amoeba, able to divide myself whenever things got hairy. I’s wiggle up to a pebble, and rather than climb over it, I’d split myself in two and go around each side. It’s addition by division, or multiplication by division, or something like that. I’d do all sorts of fun amoeba things and play all kinds of amoebic pranks on unsuspecting people.
Division. That’s what had happened. They had been one unit, now divided.
Yes, math, basic math, was comforting. She was good at math. It was easy for her. It didn’t change on her. It didn’t change its mind. It didn’t say it wanted to be with her one day and leave her the next. It was safe and consistent.
The two were the best of friends. Maybe even in love. But they were too far apart. And no matter how many phone calls or online chats. One would never be quite as satisfied as she wanted to be. To see the other in real life and be able to smile or laugh together. Distance divided them.
There are two people, There are 50 states. There is one state of mind between them. There is a certain emptiness between them, as smiles flicker like pitched cigarettes ashed out car windows like wild and loose justifiers.
A line in the ground, a marking, and place that cannot be crossed. Looking across to one horizon and never turning around. The other, marching towards the endless sea, reaching the divide of the earth. This is where land and sea meet.
A spot in time where things come apart. A mathematical equation that defines the relationship that once was. Why did I always hate math? I wonder why. The life the divides is a life with choices, options, and opportunities. A vision
Division. I hated long division when I was first taught it. I just didn’t understand how it worked. I knew the steps, I simply couldn’t see how they were working together to get an answer. It took me a few years to actually understand the concept. That was a good day.
Division is a hard time. When you have to split yourselves and go your separate ways, that is the most difficult time. Sometimes you have to realize that the only way for your lives to be complete is for them to divide.
I FACED MANY DIFFICULTIES WHILE LEARNING DIVISION. BUT AFTER A LOT OF HARD WORK I THINK I HAVE BECOME QUITE GOOD AT DIVISION.
DIVISION WAS ALSO A POLICY EMPLOYED MY BRITISHERS TO RULE OVER INDIA.
The division, is where it all went wrong. Or right.
Division is not something to be taken lightly. It is something that almost always is tragic and not fun at all. Division of family. Division of friends. Division of marriage. Then again, there is also long division in math. That’s not fun either. I don’t like the word division.
Division is the cause of this heartache. You lived your lives together for twenty-five years, and here you sit, divided, divorced, undone. Division has drawn us together, given us a reason to love. Who would have known that in the midst of my parents’ division and divorce, I would come to know and love you.
Division makes a difference. Dividing two bodies prevents from multiplication. There’s no point in trying anymore. It’s not convenient, just let it go.
Division comes between us like a door slammed shut. It cuts the ropes that we’ve held onto for so long. It is the reason that we live on the edge of every moment, hoping that division will not come between us again.
The division was unclear; where did they stand? Do you risk stepping too far, or do you distance yourself? And how do you decide? Who made the division in the first place? And whose responsibility is it to eliminate that division? If anyone’s?
deprives from vision.
the division of society, sometimes invisible yet so obvious
the division of a broken family is a hard one to ignore
to see unity in front of you but not be apart of their circle of love
its hard to watch, but after years of resentment haunting me
i finally let it hurt, let it sit
and thus, some beautiful peace came out of it
a sense of being a minor part to something i can no longer shove a side
its here and i must adjust or sink in the sorrow
separation
because i am so lacking
and i am not what you’re looking for
when i see you walk away
when our feelings start to change
and i no longer understand
leaving hurts
but being left will always sting more
and it’ll leave scars
Our lives have separated.
We divided into two different pathways.
But we always belonged to two different worlds,
so I wasn’t shocked when the separation happened.
You believe that one day we’ll meet again.
Honestly, I don’t think that we will.
But if we do,
It’ll be a pleasure seeing you again.
We don’t talk anymore, you’re nothing but a ghost in the hallway that just brushes a cold wind of air when you walk past me. It’s weird, how is it that two people that were once so close turned into such strangers? We divided into different paths.
It hurts to be torn apart. One minute madly in love, and the next, so far from each other that the memory of one another is barely there. Your heart burns with hate, it burns with love and you wonder, how does his feel, after so long a time?
division,
oh dear sweet separation
how can we ever be together?
are thoughts enough?
are words enough?
am i enough?
because i really need you here.