I was half-way through my peanut butter sandwich. It was soggy from having sat in my lunch pail all day. The bread was warm, moist, and dripping. I used my half beaten napkin to wipe the dribble from my chin as I continued to power through the sandwich
Keri Frazer
half an hour is a long time to get your work done, its not full but half is something. most people see the glass as half empty but i see it as half full. two haves make a whole lot of fun!!! So half some fun for me!! Half the time it takes to write a proper paper
Christina Vecchiarelli
I am saving half my heart for my second husband. These are the words spoken by the five year old me. So poetic and innocent. Half my heart, saved for my second husband… still words I laugh about to myself.
lucy
Everything I do, I do by halves. I feel like half of my days are spent daydreaming about the things I should have done better, or that I should have finished. I like my life, but only about halfway. I hope one day to be whole.
KL
Half. What a cutting-edge word, separating a whole into two parts. People are only halves, really; they’re meant to have four eyes, two noses, four ears, two mouths, two pairs of lungs. Two beating hearts. And that’s what marriage is, really. Putting two halves into a whole again.
Deanna
half of a person.
half a life
never full
never good enough
make a chance
take a chance
forget the past
forget the mistakes
just fulfill yourself.
pedge
half
Half of what I do at home is making things feel nice for my family. The other half is … farting around, I guess. I love being a homemaker. I love walking in the door and having my home wrap its arms around my family in comfort.
CameoRoze
We are nearing the half way point in the semester. I am hoping my parents can come to visit the third weekend in October which is half way from now and then half way to Thanksgiving break. I am having a really hard time this semester with things—kind of just need to get away and figure a lot out.
Teeps
Halves of a whole; that’s us. You mean the world to me, you’re my best friend, you’re the one who I love more than anyone else. I adore you, other half. I’m so blessed to have you in my life. You’re so beautiful. And that’s that.
Little Shark
half the cup is full only when it’s empty. just like your head and the soul of every other being in this universe. half, but what is half? do you need me to fill some up for you? or is that too much of me? why can’t we all just be full and empty at the same time. half. so many meanings yet, such little time.
pola
We never really show all of who we are. We are all halves. We show that we are happy but in reality we are depressed. We smile when we want to cry. Most of us hold back what we want to say. These are halves of the self.
everything exists in the shadow of it’s counterpart, and without it’s opposite holds no relevance in reality. i am lightness. i am darkness. i see and i overlook. like a forest needs a fire
Zoe Ivis Yasmin
half an hour wasted. half an hour spent. when it all dwindles away. what difference does it make. what is the difference between spending and wasting. isn’t it the same. what is the point of the different connotation. half a second half a minute half a lifetime. it is all relative.
lizziek
My other half is in Cape Girardeau. Is it okay to say she’s my other half to other people? Would they think it’s weird? She’s my best friend, of course she’s my damn other half. I’m not one of those people who has a million other “best friends” and is fake to all of them.
im a half of something. theres someone out there who’s my other half but i cant find them. i cant find them. everyone else is finding theres and i cant find mine
mines lost. i cant find that half. please come find me, because i know i can be a whole if i have to, but i dont want to be. i dont want to be a half. i want
Cami
Half a family is now family at all. Half the time we are apart and half the time we fight, but we’re still family even with the divorce.
Susan Wiggins
half a glass of milk and milk makes me think of cookies. i made cookies yesterday they were molasses cookies and they were delicious. they tasted amazing with a half glass of milk. molasses smells gross. like really gross im glad it tastes better than it smells. i had to make cookies like really fa away. <3 :)
maggie
ts part of another thing. It’s sommething that is aded to itself to get one big thing that is a whole that is two of one of one of these. A half a pint is something but a pint is something else it is more beer than a pint and a pint would be more than that with 3 pints wouldn’t that be great? eh well thats that.
Bryton Swan
I have half of mine to just drop what I’m doing and quit. Quit what, exactly? I want to quit everything. Why do I have to work so hard so that I can barely scrape by? My life is passing at the blink of an eye. Everyone is getting older around me, and I’m able to watch them prosper for what they worked for. Meanwhile, I’m slaving about getting a measly amount in return, I feel like I’m about to throw in the towel and just take a break, a long break.
I feel like that.
Ever since my grandfather died.
I feel like I’m torn in half,
That I’m blind
That I can’t feel anymore.
I hear the words,
I can see the anger,
But I can’t feel anything without him.
I miss my grandfather.
I wish he was still here.
Roxana
Half. A four letter word that can be the turning point of happiness and sadness. This cliche is inevitable. The glass is half full/empty. Why did I resort to that. This timer is way to short…
Rachel Roberts
Sun
Reaching out across those
Spindly fractures
Every moment of growth is traced
In vertebrae and road rash
Follow the scratch of sin
And naive lust
To that warm patch of soul
I starred into the half empty glass as the dame took the stool next to him at the bar. She was pretty enough, legs from here to there. She looked at him with her soft green eyes and batted her lashes. “I hear you’re a private eye.”
half. this is so much less than a whole. i mean, one person is good. but half of a couple? no, thats not good. you want the whole. a couple with only one person is lonely. its boring. its sad. every one is looking to be whole. youre born whole, but you slowly become half of what you really could be. there is that one person out there who will make you whole, and not just a half.
Kayla
We all have that other half. If we’re lucky, we can spend our lives with them. If not, we label them as “the one that got away.”.
half of me is dead when you saw me but that half is not all of me
half the times ive seen and half the times i ve been there i wasnt there it was just. just half of me, half-thinking and half-living. and yet i was not dead nor dreaming. there was nothing i “was”. just a failed attempt. not even a thing.
Rodolfo
I was torn.
You said you loved me, but you obviously hated me. You went off with her, and left me behind.
And now I’m torn in half, wanting to hate you, but also loving you.
it was a half moon that night as Hale came from behind her as she stared up at the stars. “What happened last night?” his gentle voice said. but Ali didn’t answer. “You were all of a sudden sad, i don’t get it” he went on. “was it Nadia?” he whispered, his warm breathe on her ear. Nadia was Ali’s older sister, the prized daughter of the two. The night before Nadia announced that she was pregnant, on that same day Ali announced Hale and her were to be married.
Jillian
half-full, half-empty…what’s the difference anyways???….
Glass half (full/empty). Half of your grade. Half of my life. Half of the time I think… Half a mile. Half a horror. Half of my heart…
Of all things, love should be the last thing in pieces.
Halves weren’t good enough. But you came through. You knew me. You never hated me. You will never hate me. You never drifted away. You didn’t change. I was only thinking that. Your still the same. I just was being ignorant. How stupid of me. You never want to hurt me. Your imprinted in me. I love you as a friend. Nothing else. I feel bad though. When I felt we were halves. I felt so bad. So sorry. I felt I couldn’t do anything. I did though. I spoke up, and I told you what I really mean. You don’t want me to be sad, and as I quote “There’s no time in the world to be sad. Please don’t be sad.” Your too good to me. We are no longer halves.
There was half a glass of milk on the counter next to the newspaper. A dwindling cigarette butt sat in the glass holder in the center of the table. ‘He’s going…’ She said in her head. She looked out the window and saw the dust kick up through the blinds.
Ashley
once a pon a time there was a small midget man lover
he was always told he was only half a man as everyone else
he went through a lot of hard times as a child
but when he grew up he saved a princess
and he showed everyone he was more man than they could ever be
dingle
something thats been split in two.
Lily
I don’t think of the glass as half of anything. I guess as long as the glass has something goo d inside of it, then it makes that half of whatever it is really good. If it’s bad, then the half sucks. That’s all I can say.
Sabria
Some days I feel like I am split directly in half, or maybe more pieces than just two. I have this split personality, one where I want to be socializing and meeting amazing new people and another one where all I want to do is crawl up, close my blinds and sleep until my life slips away into the darkness that I have created.
Abby
half time, half assed, half and half, half a minute, half my mind. I have never seen more than half the world.
Half cooked. Half done, like the turkey in the oven on thanksgiving, and no one would notice even if the timer went off, they were all too busy screaming at each other, at the kids, at the wall.
Zamora
i spend half my time wondering what i’m doing with all my time. time ticking on and me sitting here, wondering where it is ticking to. half my life could be gone already. but half a life still ahead. time to make sure it is a whole life, a life whole full, not half empty.
I was half-way through my peanut butter sandwich. It was soggy from having sat in my lunch pail all day. The bread was warm, moist, and dripping. I used my half beaten napkin to wipe the dribble from my chin as I continued to power through the sandwich
half an hour is a long time to get your work done, its not full but half is something. most people see the glass as half empty but i see it as half full. two haves make a whole lot of fun!!! So half some fun for me!! Half the time it takes to write a proper paper
I am saving half my heart for my second husband. These are the words spoken by the five year old me. So poetic and innocent. Half my heart, saved for my second husband… still words I laugh about to myself.
Everything I do, I do by halves. I feel like half of my days are spent daydreaming about the things I should have done better, or that I should have finished. I like my life, but only about halfway. I hope one day to be whole.
Half. What a cutting-edge word, separating a whole into two parts. People are only halves, really; they’re meant to have four eyes, two noses, four ears, two mouths, two pairs of lungs. Two beating hearts. And that’s what marriage is, really. Putting two halves into a whole again.
half of a person.
half a life
never full
never good enough
make a chance
take a chance
forget the past
forget the mistakes
just fulfill yourself.
half
Half of what I do at home is making things feel nice for my family. The other half is … farting around, I guess. I love being a homemaker. I love walking in the door and having my home wrap its arms around my family in comfort.
We are nearing the half way point in the semester. I am hoping my parents can come to visit the third weekend in October which is half way from now and then half way to Thanksgiving break. I am having a really hard time this semester with things—kind of just need to get away and figure a lot out.
Halves of a whole; that’s us. You mean the world to me, you’re my best friend, you’re the one who I love more than anyone else. I adore you, other half. I’m so blessed to have you in my life. You’re so beautiful. And that’s that.
half the cup is full only when it’s empty. just like your head and the soul of every other being in this universe. half, but what is half? do you need me to fill some up for you? or is that too much of me? why can’t we all just be full and empty at the same time. half. so many meanings yet, such little time.
We never really show all of who we are. We are all halves. We show that we are happy but in reality we are depressed. We smile when we want to cry. Most of us hold back what we want to say. These are halves of the self.
everything exists in the shadow of it’s counterpart, and without it’s opposite holds no relevance in reality. i am lightness. i am darkness. i see and i overlook. like a forest needs a fire
half an hour wasted. half an hour spent. when it all dwindles away. what difference does it make. what is the difference between spending and wasting. isn’t it the same. what is the point of the different connotation. half a second half a minute half a lifetime. it is all relative.
My other half is in Cape Girardeau. Is it okay to say she’s my other half to other people? Would they think it’s weird? She’s my best friend, of course she’s my damn other half. I’m not one of those people who has a million other “best friends” and is fake to all of them.
im a half of something. theres someone out there who’s my other half but i cant find them. i cant find them. everyone else is finding theres and i cant find mine
mines lost. i cant find that half. please come find me, because i know i can be a whole if i have to, but i dont want to be. i dont want to be a half. i want
Half a family is now family at all. Half the time we are apart and half the time we fight, but we’re still family even with the divorce.
half a glass of milk and milk makes me think of cookies. i made cookies yesterday they were molasses cookies and they were delicious. they tasted amazing with a half glass of milk. molasses smells gross. like really gross im glad it tastes better than it smells. i had to make cookies like really fa away. <3 :)
ts part of another thing. It’s sommething that is aded to itself to get one big thing that is a whole that is two of one of one of these. A half a pint is something but a pint is something else it is more beer than a pint and a pint would be more than that with 3 pints wouldn’t that be great? eh well thats that.
I have half of mine to just drop what I’m doing and quit. Quit what, exactly? I want to quit everything. Why do I have to work so hard so that I can barely scrape by? My life is passing at the blink of an eye. Everyone is getting older around me, and I’m able to watch them prosper for what they worked for. Meanwhile, I’m slaving about getting a measly amount in return, I feel like I’m about to throw in the towel and just take a break, a long break.
I feel like that.
Ever since my grandfather died.
I feel like I’m torn in half,
That I’m blind
That I can’t feel anymore.
I hear the words,
I can see the anger,
But I can’t feel anything without him.
I miss my grandfather.
I wish he was still here.
Half. A four letter word that can be the turning point of happiness and sadness. This cliche is inevitable. The glass is half full/empty. Why did I resort to that. This timer is way to short…
Sun
Reaching out across those
Spindly fractures
Every moment of growth is traced
In vertebrae and road rash
Follow the scratch of sin
And naive lust
To that warm patch of soul
I starred into the half empty glass as the dame took the stool next to him at the bar. She was pretty enough, legs from here to there. She looked at him with her soft green eyes and batted her lashes. “I hear you’re a private eye.”
half. this is so much less than a whole. i mean, one person is good. but half of a couple? no, thats not good. you want the whole. a couple with only one person is lonely. its boring. its sad. every one is looking to be whole. youre born whole, but you slowly become half of what you really could be. there is that one person out there who will make you whole, and not just a half.
We all have that other half. If we’re lucky, we can spend our lives with them. If not, we label them as “the one that got away.”.
half of me is dead when you saw me but that half is not all of me
half the times ive seen and half the times i ve been there i wasnt there it was just. just half of me, half-thinking and half-living. and yet i was not dead nor dreaming. there was nothing i “was”. just a failed attempt. not even a thing.
I was torn.
You said you loved me, but you obviously hated me. You went off with her, and left me behind.
And now I’m torn in half, wanting to hate you, but also loving you.
it was a half moon that night as Hale came from behind her as she stared up at the stars. “What happened last night?” his gentle voice said. but Ali didn’t answer. “You were all of a sudden sad, i don’t get it” he went on. “was it Nadia?” he whispered, his warm breathe on her ear. Nadia was Ali’s older sister, the prized daughter of the two. The night before Nadia announced that she was pregnant, on that same day Ali announced Hale and her were to be married.
half-full, half-empty…what’s the difference anyways???….
Its how you look at it :)
Glass half (full/empty). Half of your grade. Half of my life. Half of the time I think… Half a mile. Half a horror. Half of my heart…
Of all things, love should be the last thing in pieces.
Halves weren’t good enough. But you came through. You knew me. You never hated me. You will never hate me. You never drifted away. You didn’t change. I was only thinking that. Your still the same. I just was being ignorant. How stupid of me. You never want to hurt me. Your imprinted in me. I love you as a friend. Nothing else. I feel bad though. When I felt we were halves. I felt so bad. So sorry. I felt I couldn’t do anything. I did though. I spoke up, and I told you what I really mean. You don’t want me to be sad, and as I quote “There’s no time in the world to be sad. Please don’t be sad.” Your too good to me. We are no longer halves.
I don’t think I have an other half. I’m perfectly whole by myself.
There was half a glass of milk on the counter next to the newspaper. A dwindling cigarette butt sat in the glass holder in the center of the table. ‘He’s going…’ She said in her head. She looked out the window and saw the dust kick up through the blinds.
once a pon a time there was a small midget man lover
he was always told he was only half a man as everyone else
he went through a lot of hard times as a child
but when he grew up he saved a princess
and he showed everyone he was more man than they could ever be
something thats been split in two.
I don’t think of the glass as half of anything. I guess as long as the glass has something goo d inside of it, then it makes that half of whatever it is really good. If it’s bad, then the half sucks. That’s all I can say.
Some days I feel like I am split directly in half, or maybe more pieces than just two. I have this split personality, one where I want to be socializing and meeting amazing new people and another one where all I want to do is crawl up, close my blinds and sleep until my life slips away into the darkness that I have created.
half time, half assed, half and half, half a minute, half my mind. I have never seen more than half the world.
Half cooked. Half done, like the turkey in the oven on thanksgiving, and no one would notice even if the timer went off, they were all too busy screaming at each other, at the kids, at the wall.
i spend half my time wondering what i’m doing with all my time. time ticking on and me sitting here, wondering where it is ticking to. half my life could be gone already. but half a life still ahead. time to make sure it is a whole life, a life whole full, not half empty.