Yesterday Kathy, the office manager, and I spoke of ordering half-and-half cream for our office. We were both surprised at how quickly our supply ran out considering she had last picked up a box a few days ago. We were speculating on who could have possibly made a run on those creamers.
Moon
Half of a hole is not half of a whole.
K
half of all the cookies in the world are not eaten . this is an outrage, just think of all those starving children in Africa who would love a cookie anywhere anytime. We must put an end to cookie neglect and eat up those cookies! AND send some to Africa as well!!
Lisa
half of my time is spent
in my nothingness
the other half is spent
in meaninglessness;
the necessities of society
required of me
i try not to think of that half
or maybe i would crawl into my mind
permanently
maybe i would make my nothingness my whole
maybe there would be no more half
and everything in my life
would just be whole
half is more than whole. but sometimes half is best. half a chocolate bar satisfies the sweet tooth craving, whole leaves us guilty. half is more than whole.
Leah
“room for cream, please,”
you half whisper
and i stop fumbling for the lid
and we talk briefly
about poetry, ’cause i’m leafing through some
you mention taking a class
i say we should together
because strangers
always seem less
threatening
Was it half full or half empty? It didn’t really matter, because it didn’t belong to him anyways. John just looked at this cup, half empty of soda, half full of air, and entirely irrelevant to his real problem. His real problem was a dog chewing on his leg. A big dog. With sharp teeth. Chewing. On. His. Leg. Lots of periods here, just to show John’s agony. John was wishing that he was never born as a sausage, but the cards had been dealt that way. And he didn’t even want to play. He just wanted to enjoy a comfortable couch and a nice barbeque sauce. But instead, he got a dog chewing on his sausage leg.
Stephen
when you see a glass half empty your a pessitimist but when you see a glass as half full your a optomist. i never can eat a full apple only half. in math class halves have to do with fractions
bob
A glass half full. Half of an orange, lying on its side, a sun split apart, sweet and sour and spilling drops of juicy fire. Half of a heart, bleeding, a dark red sunset. Half in half. But we’re all halved right? Halves of a whole. Split in two so we keep searching for our other half, for our ghost lost limb of soul. Sun and shadow all the way.
The other half of the universe is a mystery to me. The “dark side,” as the minister calls it each Sunday morning during his luxuriously long sermons that drone on about the uncivilized details of life on Earth, is waiting for us.
They were stuck in a battle of cliches; he wanted her to see the glass as half full, she wanted to be his better half and it caused a whole lot of problems.
DO you see the glass as half full or half empty. I like to see it half full. I tend to think that the world is full of opportunity and there is something positive no matter which way you turn. Therefore how can the glass ever really be half empty if there is always an opportunity waiting for you from the event, circumstance, or person in your life. The glass is always half full.
Kari
half,
not empty,
not full,
never satisfied.
half of anything means nothing.
half of you will give me no strength
to know that you’re still alive.
half of me will give you nothing but
hard times and wishful thinking.
I like half and half in my coffee. Half of something is better than a third of something. Half the time. Half baked. Half of a tuna fish sandwich. Half time. Better half. The word half no longer makes sense.
KrisH56
Immer nur die Hälfte. “Die Hälfte für dich und die Hälfte für Kiki.” Sie wollte so gerne einmal eine ganze Schokolade essen. Oder ein Kleid nur für sich. Zumindest eins, dass nicht haargenau so aussah, wie Kikis Kleid. Eine andere Farbe, eine andere Knopfreihe, wenigstens andere Blümchen …
It was half of what it had been. The left over Chinese food sat in the fridge beginning to smell like the sewers of shang hai. I started to wonder about the half life of the carbon and wondering if i could use fossil techniques to date things in my fridge. I took a gamble and ate it anyway.
Half of all entries into the contest were a total sham. They were made up by corporations, various interest groups, or even occasionally by the perveyours of some local cult or religion.
six in one, half a dozen the other. it always reminds me of the r.e.m. song, “swan swan h,” which is a eerie one from lifes rich pageant. a half gallon of milk. half-hearted. this site was stumbled upon.
rita
Half, in between. Have you ever had to make a decision where half of you is telling you one thing and the other half of you saying something else? It happens to me all the time. Half of me is saying “do it! take the risk! you’ll regret it if you don’t” and the other half of me is saying “you’re going to get hurt”
natalie
Half of my hair is straight, the other half is curly.
Half of me wants to be spontaneous and the other half is scared of consequences.
Half of me loves myself and the other half doesn’t know what anyone sees.
Half of me is in love with him, when half of me just really wants to get to know you better.
I’m broken.
half is not whole. it is a part. it is a portion and it is almost never enough. half is either full or empty. half is 50%. not enough. we all want a whole. i am half
Anon
I had some half and half cream in my fridge. It just sat there waiting for me to take it and pour its contents into my freshly-made coffee. Except today, that half and half cream would not be poured into my coffee. I never got that far. Instead, I sat with the fridge door open as I took the phone call that changed my life.
Sarah
I know what we can do. We can have a race! You always win! No, wait look. I have eaten my half and I am going to win. If you give me yours then you will win. Mom I won the ice cream race!!
Jonathan Nell
Half. That’s what they say. Half. i am only half of a complete, what, being? My soul partner is my other half? Well, that may be true. I only know that I have never felt so complete since I met him, since we began spending time together. My life seems .. full. complete. Like I am done all or anything I needed to do here.
You are my other half. You don’t realize it – or maybe you do. It’s pathetic to think I couldn’t go on if you left me, because I’m supposed to be an independent adult woman, but honestly it would be a lot harder to move on if we didn’t work out everything. That’s why the idea of abandoning everything if you want to leave this place doesn’t sound so bizarre to me.
full or empty. not whole. short. small. makes me think of the word calf. varied. i don’t have much of an opinion about it if i’m honest though. bit lost without an object
Joy Fully
Half. Better than full in some cases? I guess that would depend. It would mainly depend on you, on your perspective. Is it half full? or half empty? Why not focus on what is there? Make the most of what you are given. Surely you aren’t using it to its full potential. There is so much more you could do. Live in a way that utilizes this things around you.
I want the other half of the cookie. Mmm the chocolate cookie cake. What’d you got? I got half. Am I gluttonous for wanting the other half??? Cookies are so good especially in whole.
Joe
Glass half-empty is terrible way to perceive life. You spend your days moping around and thinking the whole world is out to get you, when in actuality – you’re just looking at everything from a negative stand point and view.
Maggie McCue
The glass is half full
I guess depending on your
perspective…haiku.
Travis
Half of me is completely oblivious as to what to write. However, the other half is pulling me toward a whirlpool of endless words. I just can’t find a way to put them together in order to form something wonderful.
Diana
Half of me is worth two of you, she told me last time we met. It was said in a very scathing tone. It took me about two days to understand what she meant, and half as much time to accept it. Symbolically, I told her later, that must have meant something if she cared to interpret it.
Natal
half. half the bottle of milk. why is this all i can think of? what’s with a half bottle of milk? is it the half full / half empty thing ringing in my brain? what is used up or what is left TO be used. either way, it is meant to be poured out – not half – but all!
lily
Half and half and half again, because half this game is half mental. No.
Let’s start again.
I’m half assing it, this time.
Half hearted.
Half holding on, half falling out.
Half this way…half that.
I guess you could say I’ve half a mind to —
No, I guess not.
It’s this whole making decisions thing, got me up in a knot. Got me making these choices that I’d half as rather not.
I guess.
the glass is starting to look half full now.. life is happier less depressing than the previous months, i’m finally recovering from the loss of my best friend my aunt and my ex boyfriend but i will always have a special place for them in my heart.
Yesterday Kathy, the office manager, and I spoke of ordering half-and-half cream for our office. We were both surprised at how quickly our supply ran out considering she had last picked up a box a few days ago. We were speculating on who could have possibly made a run on those creamers.
Half of a hole is not half of a whole.
half of all the cookies in the world are not eaten . this is an outrage, just think of all those starving children in Africa who would love a cookie anywhere anytime. We must put an end to cookie neglect and eat up those cookies! AND send some to Africa as well!!
half of my time is spent
in my nothingness
the other half is spent
in meaninglessness;
the necessities of society
required of me
i try not to think of that half
or maybe i would crawl into my mind
permanently
maybe i would make my nothingness my whole
maybe there would be no more half
and everything in my life
would just be whole
Far in beyond
the good half
or the bad half
of our forests
is a clearing,
silent at our center…
I will wait for you
–
there.
half is more than whole. but sometimes half is best. half a chocolate bar satisfies the sweet tooth craving, whole leaves us guilty. half is more than whole.
“room for cream, please,”
you half whisper
and i stop fumbling for the lid
and we talk briefly
about poetry, ’cause i’m leafing through some
you mention taking a class
i say we should together
because strangers
always seem less
threatening
Was it half full or half empty? It didn’t really matter, because it didn’t belong to him anyways. John just looked at this cup, half empty of soda, half full of air, and entirely irrelevant to his real problem. His real problem was a dog chewing on his leg. A big dog. With sharp teeth. Chewing. On. His. Leg. Lots of periods here, just to show John’s agony. John was wishing that he was never born as a sausage, but the cards had been dealt that way. And he didn’t even want to play. He just wanted to enjoy a comfortable couch and a nice barbeque sauce. But instead, he got a dog chewing on his sausage leg.
when you see a glass half empty your a pessitimist but when you see a glass as half full your a optomist. i never can eat a full apple only half. in math class halves have to do with fractions
A glass half full. Half of an orange, lying on its side, a sun split apart, sweet and sour and spilling drops of juicy fire. Half of a heart, bleeding, a dark red sunset. Half in half. But we’re all halved right? Halves of a whole. Split in two so we keep searching for our other half, for our ghost lost limb of soul. Sun and shadow all the way.
The other half of the universe is a mystery to me. The “dark side,” as the minister calls it each Sunday morning during his luxuriously long sermons that drone on about the uncivilized details of life on Earth, is waiting for us.
They were stuck in a battle of cliches; he wanted her to see the glass as half full, she wanted to be his better half and it caused a whole lot of problems.
DO you see the glass as half full or half empty. I like to see it half full. I tend to think that the world is full of opportunity and there is something positive no matter which way you turn. Therefore how can the glass ever really be half empty if there is always an opportunity waiting for you from the event, circumstance, or person in your life. The glass is always half full.
half,
not empty,
not full,
never satisfied.
half of anything means nothing.
half of you will give me no strength
to know that you’re still alive.
half of me will give you nothing but
hard times and wishful thinking.
never half-ass anything in life.
half, half of what?
Which is the better half?
Who is the better half?
half calf, ugh gross.
laugh calf, laugh.
half full, half empty
which are you?
I feel half as good
half as wise
half awake
I feel half as proud
half as happy
half of me
I like half and half in my coffee. Half of something is better than a third of something. Half the time. Half baked. Half of a tuna fish sandwich. Half time. Better half. The word half no longer makes sense.
Immer nur die Hälfte. “Die Hälfte für dich und die Hälfte für Kiki.” Sie wollte so gerne einmal eine ganze Schokolade essen. Oder ein Kleid nur für sich. Zumindest eins, dass nicht haargenau so aussah, wie Kikis Kleid. Eine andere Farbe, eine andere Knopfreihe, wenigstens andere Blümchen …
It was half of what it had been. The left over Chinese food sat in the fridge beginning to smell like the sewers of shang hai. I started to wonder about the half life of the carbon and wondering if i could use fossil techniques to date things in my fridge. I took a gamble and ate it anyway.
Half of all entries into the contest were a total sham. They were made up by corporations, various interest groups, or even occasionally by the perveyours of some local cult or religion.
six in one, half a dozen the other. it always reminds me of the r.e.m. song, “swan swan h,” which is a eerie one from lifes rich pageant. a half gallon of milk. half-hearted. this site was stumbled upon.
Half, in between. Have you ever had to make a decision where half of you is telling you one thing and the other half of you saying something else? It happens to me all the time. Half of me is saying “do it! take the risk! you’ll regret it if you don’t” and the other half of me is saying “you’re going to get hurt”
Half of my hair is straight, the other half is curly.
Half of me wants to be spontaneous and the other half is scared of consequences.
Half of me loves myself and the other half doesn’t know what anyone sees.
Half of me is in love with him, when half of me just really wants to get to know you better.
I’m broken.
half is not whole. it is a part. it is a portion and it is almost never enough. half is either full or empty. half is 50%. not enough. we all want a whole. i am half
I had some half and half cream in my fridge. It just sat there waiting for me to take it and pour its contents into my freshly-made coffee. Except today, that half and half cream would not be poured into my coffee. I never got that far. Instead, I sat with the fridge door open as I took the phone call that changed my life.
I know what we can do. We can have a race! You always win! No, wait look. I have eaten my half and I am going to win. If you give me yours then you will win. Mom I won the ice cream race!!
Half. That’s what they say. Half. i am only half of a complete, what, being? My soul partner is my other half? Well, that may be true. I only know that I have never felt so complete since I met him, since we began spending time together. My life seems .. full. complete. Like I am done all or anything I needed to do here.
You are my other half. You don’t realize it – or maybe you do. It’s pathetic to think I couldn’t go on if you left me, because I’m supposed to be an independent adult woman, but honestly it would be a lot harder to move on if we didn’t work out everything. That’s why the idea of abandoning everything if you want to leave this place doesn’t sound so bizarre to me.
half an hour down the round, there he was. half a man, only half. on the ground was a trail of blood, a splattering of entrails. Half a person.
full or empty. not whole. short. small. makes me think of the word calf. varied. i don’t have much of an opinion about it if i’m honest though. bit lost without an object
Half. Better than full in some cases? I guess that would depend. It would mainly depend on you, on your perspective. Is it half full? or half empty? Why not focus on what is there? Make the most of what you are given. Surely you aren’t using it to its full potential. There is so much more you could do. Live in a way that utilizes this things around you.
Half, 1% less than the majority.
Half-serving, rarely half the price.
Half hour, 1800 seconds.
I want the other half of the cookie. Mmm the chocolate cookie cake. What’d you got? I got half. Am I gluttonous for wanting the other half??? Cookies are so good especially in whole.
Glass half-empty is terrible way to perceive life. You spend your days moping around and thinking the whole world is out to get you, when in actuality – you’re just looking at everything from a negative stand point and view.
The glass is half full
I guess depending on your
perspective…haiku.
Half of me is completely oblivious as to what to write. However, the other half is pulling me toward a whirlpool of endless words. I just can’t find a way to put them together in order to form something wonderful.
Half of me is worth two of you, she told me last time we met. It was said in a very scathing tone. It took me about two days to understand what she meant, and half as much time to accept it. Symbolically, I told her later, that must have meant something if she cared to interpret it.
half. half the bottle of milk. why is this all i can think of? what’s with a half bottle of milk? is it the half full / half empty thing ringing in my brain? what is used up or what is left TO be used. either way, it is meant to be poured out – not half – but all!
Half and half and half again, because half this game is half mental. No.
Let’s start again.
I’m half assing it, this time.
Half hearted.
Half holding on, half falling out.
Half this way…half that.
I guess you could say I’ve half a mind to —
No, I guess not.
It’s this whole making decisions thing, got me up in a knot. Got me making these choices that I’d half as rather not.
I guess.
the glass is starting to look half full now.. life is happier less depressing than the previous months, i’m finally recovering from the loss of my best friend my aunt and my ex boyfriend but i will always have a special place for them in my heart.