He’s my other half and he isn’t here. So all I have right here with me, is just a half of something beautiful. So I guess I’m half beautiful. For now.
Azha
It’s a scary thought that in just 6 months I’ll be in my final year of school and preparing to go out into the world. My life will be own to do with what I will. I’m not sure I’m ready for that kind of freedom just yet.
Half of my life has been happy the other half I don’t know yet.
pau
Half. Half of what? Half a cake, half a piece of chalk? Half a person, a plate, a film, a chair? Why have half of something when you could have the whole thing?
for half a second I was excited because I thought the word had changed… it did not. Now I don’t have even half a though to give to this thing. I WANT A NEW WORD! please make it happen…
Staring at the blinking cursor, Jim wondered if he would ever meet his deadline. He had wasted half of the time he needed to write his story by going out on the town with the guys.
girls find and loose boys many times in their life.. and sometimes, is so hard to let go of them.. but is something you already passed.. something you already lived.. and that doesn’t mean love is not worth it, and that you’re not lucky at all.. this just happens because you have to keep believing in love.. cause if you don’t stop.. then he will come.. and stay…. i can’t promise you that he’ll stay for so much time.. but i can promise you.. he will stay forever
luciana
So here it goes. My attempt at reconciling. It’s half-hearted at best, but it’s better than nothing.
Right?
Half means only one of them. A whole means I have both. Whole heart. I think that applies to a lot in life. I think I’m living half-heartedly a lot of the time. My twin boys help pull me together. It’s just the part of me that’s not ‘mom’ I have to figure out.
Kai
i’m half-jack, and half-dead,
half magician and without my meds,
but i can’t carry a tune
a simple balloon babooning in outer space
checkmate, erase
i can’t tie a knot
and i can’t love without pain
erase my heart
erase my heart
i’m tired of love poems.
shayne bailey
my glass is always half full, except for when it is half empty. Then I try to see it as half full again, because I won’t do anything by halves.
Shane McNamara
Is the glass half empty or full? I wondered as a stared at the paper in front of me. Written across the top of the page were the words, “Were sorry, but we must inform you that Harvard University will not be accepting you into our English program.” What will I do now I wondered.
Maegan
I’m half afraid of infinity, but my other half is not afraid of forever. Alternate now. So which side of my circuitry will be the first to blow a fuse, silly question, because I already know the answer. It’s whichever half is most afraid of the pain caused by the phrase “never ever again.” So it pushes you away, although it’s such a pointless thing to do, because either way I’m stuck mourning the loss of you.
Fire
my other half is not here with me
my other half is gone
my other half has died
without him im just half of what i am
half calf laugh barf
i miss him, my other half
hanisha
Half a loaf is better than none, or so they say.
People refer to spouse as their better half.
Half the time I can not write anything about words displayed here ~ I do need to think first, formulate ideas, then write. Is it than or then, um….
alyce
No, i refuse to acknowledge this word. Is it a substantial half or not?
ivana
Half a cup of milk is all one needs for a bowl of cereal. Any more, any less and you’ll cause a horrible cereal experience. Might I also suggest a large spoon for more cereal per bite. Why shouldn’t one enjoy more crunchiness than milky grossness.
Half full or half empty, it doesn’t matter. We all see things differently but we’re all connected by that. We’re different but our thoughts bring us together. We have the same necessities and what more could separate us? Why do we differentiate based on outside influences?
ivana
half of the time I’m not even paying attention
half of the time I don’t even like you
half of the time there is nothing to say
half of the time I wish I had gone to bed earlier
half of me says that I need to end this
more than half of me needs to survive
half of life is spent making mistakes
half of me feels like I’m messing up
half empty or hald full. that is usually the case. half rhymes with calf but reminds me of milk. maybe because a calf is a cow wich has utters that produce milk.
Ariana
hhmmmm i got this word again, lets see uhh its a worrrrdd….im watching big bang theory this sucks idk what we’re supposed to even write something deep from the heart idk if i can do that
JimmyJohns
she is my other half. in spain they call it media naranja. she is the love of my life and it would give up all that I have just to be with her.
brandon
half
Donnette
Half of the time I do half of the things that I say I will do. Half and half milk has remained a mystery to me throughout my life. Half full cups are what we like to think about but half empty ones are necessary as well for half full wouldn’t be such an uplifting thing if half empty didn’t exist.
Josh
Half?
Half.
Half?
YES! Half!
What kinda bullshit is this?
Take it or leave it.
Fuck you, that was not the agreement.
Well, plans change.
You fuck faced horse fucker.
I didn’t make the rules.
No, but you’re still a fuck faced horse fucker. Lemme talk to your boss.
a half a cup of milk is still too much milk… like gross. I hate milk. i hate halves… unless we’re talking half days, i love that shit.
Kaity Riley
Well, you know what they say; a spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down. My question is, what if you only had half a spoonful of sugar? Would it have the same effect or would it be just as disgusting as taking the medicine without the sugar?
Savannah
Half of him wanted to cover her smooth skin in kisses, licking her most sensitive spots. The other half wanted to spank her, paddle her, flog her until she was marked so she never forgot who she belonged to.
Half of her wanted to ride him as if her were a stallion, demanding all of him. The other half wanted to lay beneath him and await his pleasure…
The half life of the monster in my marrow makes merry of your venality and fear of all that is beautiful.
Mark Spada
My heart now halved is at the fullest it could ever be. lost I have finally found myself.
t.s. jones
he left and it hurts. right along my left side – the side that would be closest to him in bed. the side that never used to leave his. and now… now i’m not whole.
i miss him.
is that bad? maybe. dependent? kind of. wrong? not at this point – i should have expected myself to feel so broken. maybe it would be better to have never thought of us one entity to begin with.
iulita
not a whole not a quarter not a third. its a half. a half of what? i dont know i just know that it is half yep
Turtle3
i don’t believe there is another half of me. there is no soulmate… i am just one. still i’m not sure of this… damn what a emo i am…
He’s my other half and he isn’t here. So all I have right here with me, is just a half of something beautiful. So I guess I’m half beautiful. For now.
It’s a scary thought that in just 6 months I’ll be in my final year of school and preparing to go out into the world. My life will be own to do with what I will. I’m not sure I’m ready for that kind of freedom just yet.
Half of my life has been happy the other half I don’t know yet.
Half. Half of what? Half a cake, half a piece of chalk? Half a person, a plate, a film, a chair? Why have half of something when you could have the whole thing?
for half a second I was excited because I thought the word had changed… it did not. Now I don’t have even half a though to give to this thing. I WANT A NEW WORD! please make it happen…
Staring at the blinking cursor, Jim wondered if he would ever meet his deadline. He had wasted half of the time he needed to write his story by going out on the town with the guys.
Hello to all half-people. We have missed you! We hope to see you soon.
pint, chick, dot, bottle, giggle, grin, leg, song, word, world, men, soul, heart, country,
Half the time, I’m not even sure who I am anymore. But I do know that the two halves of me don’t make a whole.
I try to do things everyday. But half the time I just do as things come to me, without a set plan, or schedule.
girls find and loose boys many times in their life.. and sometimes, is so hard to let go of them.. but is something you already passed.. something you already lived.. and that doesn’t mean love is not worth it, and that you’re not lucky at all.. this just happens because you have to keep believing in love.. cause if you don’t stop.. then he will come.. and stay…. i can’t promise you that he’ll stay for so much time.. but i can promise you.. he will stay forever
So here it goes. My attempt at reconciling. It’s half-hearted at best, but it’s better than nothing.
Right?
Half means only one of them. A whole means I have both. Whole heart. I think that applies to a lot in life. I think I’m living half-heartedly a lot of the time. My twin boys help pull me together. It’s just the part of me that’s not ‘mom’ I have to figure out.
i’m half-jack, and half-dead,
half magician and without my meds,
but i can’t carry a tune
a simple balloon babooning in outer space
checkmate, erase
i can’t tie a knot
and i can’t love without pain
erase my heart
erase my heart
i’m tired of love poems.
my glass is always half full, except for when it is half empty. Then I try to see it as half full again, because I won’t do anything by halves.
Is the glass half empty or full? I wondered as a stared at the paper in front of me. Written across the top of the page were the words, “Were sorry, but we must inform you that Harvard University will not be accepting you into our English program.” What will I do now I wondered.
I’m half afraid of infinity, but my other half is not afraid of forever. Alternate now. So which side of my circuitry will be the first to blow a fuse, silly question, because I already know the answer. It’s whichever half is most afraid of the pain caused by the phrase “never ever again.” So it pushes you away, although it’s such a pointless thing to do, because either way I’m stuck mourning the loss of you.
my other half is not here with me
my other half is gone
my other half has died
without him im just half of what i am
half calf laugh barf
i miss him, my other half
Half a loaf is better than none, or so they say.
People refer to spouse as their better half.
Half the time I can not write anything about words displayed here ~ I do need to think first, formulate ideas, then write. Is it than or then, um….
No, i refuse to acknowledge this word. Is it a substantial half or not?
Half a cup of milk is all one needs for a bowl of cereal. Any more, any less and you’ll cause a horrible cereal experience. Might I also suggest a large spoon for more cereal per bite. Why shouldn’t one enjoy more crunchiness than milky grossness.
Half full or half empty, it doesn’t matter. We all see things differently but we’re all connected by that. We’re different but our thoughts bring us together. We have the same necessities and what more could separate us? Why do we differentiate based on outside influences?
half of the time I’m not even paying attention
half of the time I don’t even like you
half of the time there is nothing to say
half of the time I wish I had gone to bed earlier
half of me says that I need to end this
more than half of me needs to survive
half of life is spent making mistakes
half of me feels like I’m messing up
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we are split in two, serpent, separated, to come back and join together and fall apart again. how can i look at you and see myself?
I handed her half of my heart
upon the fallen leaves below.
And she brought the end to a start
with the croon of her golden hued cello.
Why leave me in so much hurt?
My beauty, my half a soul.
It all started with a silent flirt
over the cracks of a broken bowl.
There wasn’t much to see
in our simple lives.
And yet, you wanted to roam the seas
whilst I wanted to dine on endives.
Our path was broken from the start.
And you knew this
before it all fell apart.
So why, did you end it with a kiss?
I hope to find you again
when I die and am born once more.
But let’s just be friends
and never show one another the door.
half empty or hald full. that is usually the case. half rhymes with calf but reminds me of milk. maybe because a calf is a cow wich has utters that produce milk.
hhmmmm i got this word again, lets see uhh its a worrrrdd….im watching big bang theory this sucks idk what we’re supposed to even write something deep from the heart idk if i can do that
she is my other half. in spain they call it media naranja. she is the love of my life and it would give up all that I have just to be with her.
half
Half of the time I do half of the things that I say I will do. Half and half milk has remained a mystery to me throughout my life. Half full cups are what we like to think about but half empty ones are necessary as well for half full wouldn’t be such an uplifting thing if half empty didn’t exist.
Half?
Half.
Half?
YES! Half!
What kinda bullshit is this?
Take it or leave it.
Fuck you, that was not the agreement.
Well, plans change.
You fuck faced horse fucker.
I didn’t make the rules.
No, but you’re still a fuck faced horse fucker. Lemme talk to your boss.
a half a cup of milk is still too much milk… like gross. I hate milk. i hate halves… unless we’re talking half days, i love that shit.
Well, you know what they say; a spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down. My question is, what if you only had half a spoonful of sugar? Would it have the same effect or would it be just as disgusting as taking the medicine without the sugar?
Half of him wanted to cover her smooth skin in kisses, licking her most sensitive spots. The other half wanted to spank her, paddle her, flog her until she was marked so she never forgot who she belonged to.
Half of her wanted to ride him as if her were a stallion, demanding all of him. The other half wanted to lay beneath him and await his pleasure…
The half life of the monster in my marrow makes merry of your venality and fear of all that is beautiful.
My heart now halved is at the fullest it could ever be. lost I have finally found myself.
he left and it hurts. right along my left side – the side that would be closest to him in bed. the side that never used to leave his. and now… now i’m not whole.
i miss him.
is that bad? maybe. dependent? kind of. wrong? not at this point – i should have expected myself to feel so broken. maybe it would be better to have never thought of us one entity to begin with.
not a whole not a quarter not a third. its a half. a half of what? i dont know i just know that it is half yep
i don’t believe there is another half of me. there is no soulmate… i am just one. still i’m not sure of this… damn what a emo i am…