They parted the grasses in front of them and stared with mouths open. It couldn’t be. They were only in mythology books. But there it was standing only feet away from where they hid. A creature they thought didn’t exist. Half- man and half-horse, the creature was quietly standing at the waters edge with spear in hand and fishing for a morning meal.
Half of the people who see this will sit staring blankly at the screen wondering what they will write. In contrast the other half will start writing as quickly as they can, not really knowing where it is taking them. I guess that’s the difference between half glass full and glass half full people.
Liam Porter
I would prefer to have have of a good life than to be involve in crime. God has created all of us with wisdom and the ability to think and to respond to all type of situations.
i want half slice of bread in half an hour. half an apple is another half of full apple.
jahnavi khanna
Half the time you have no idea what you are thinking, doing or where you are going. But half the time you do – so make the most of that 50% of your mind.
Ricka
Only half the milk made it into the glass. Josh sat there, staring off into space, while the milk crept down the table. No more, he thought. No more. Then he sighed.
Carolyn
there is half a me
inside me
and half a you
and together
we make a whole we.
and I think that’s sick,
I think that’s sad,
I hate that I can’t be a
whole without you but
I guess;
“Too smart by half, young man,” she scolded. The old woman had a grudging respect for deviousness and cleverness, but she hated to be shown up at her own game.
I m half confused about my career.
I really want to have good food not just half of my hunger.
I want best for my better half.
and I love m
nasim
it was only down the road that he realised that he’d forgotten the most important fact: He was just human, he was half angel. No angel should be caught storming down the road annoyed.
Spookywanluke
Half of a tree is just half of a tree but what about human nature what is half of that the one person that knows is you now just go out and fine that my than half of you is what you have right now good luck.
Half of the tree is half of me i like half cups of tea sitting under a tree i just shout with glee like WEEEEE then i try to pry my lies of frys of kyes and nothing seems to work all that is work just puts a smirk on my face and sometimes i want a tast of the grace that embraces me.
Jonathan
Half the man that I’m capable of being. I nurture my shadow into showing me its face. I wash it’s body, covered in sores, in the ocean of my subconscious. Sharks eat what doesn’t belong. I’m staying up too late, I need some lavender. I massage coconut oil into the dry patches of Self built up over the years
Will Rabjohns
it is half of a whole and it is half full, nice word to mean to you don’t have all/ everything also you had not have.
livelythoughts
half my life is dead and the floor falls up to my face with a SMACK! half my arm is numb and my face is tired. sleep sleep sleep. tick tick tick. i ate half a grapefruit and gave the rest to the dog who doesn’t like citrus so it went in the compost and rotted away, the flies and worms gnawing at its hardened flesh
Half a glass of water is the first thing that comes to find. Half full? Half empty? I always said half full but that was because I knew what was coming after. And I definitely didn’t want to be negative.
Boo!
Half of the glass was full, but when I looked at it, I only saw empty. That’s what it was. Empty. But everyone would just see it as a galss that was half-full. I guess it depends on the way you look at it. Half full, half empty. Now that I think about it, maybe there was just too much glas..
Jim-bob
not full. something that isn’t quite complete. I feel like half a person. I feel like I met my other half and now I am forever incomplete. I also feel more complete than ever before.
Teri Hues
Half a bread, half assed love. Glass half empty. Half this half that. Have this have that. Don’t take anything at all. Just don’t expect me to go through the halfway on my own. Something like that. People should try more, exert more. Or maybe I should try more, rather than give half assed attempts. Half an ass. That’s just one butt cheek. Half assed.
Aya Zain
Half living, nearly living. The gaps between which our words fall. You half understand what I half say. The bell tolls.
Michelle Graham
half…what do u think i half jut the fifty percent of something. may be your effort,your attitude anything
nupur sharma
In reality only half of me is here. Maybe even less. Most of the time I don’t know how I’m suppose to feel or react to most of my surroundings. Everything is passing me by and in two blinks of the human eye, I’m almost entirely in a different place. I can’t even look at someone for too long because I begin to feel exposed. As if all of my secrets will begin to pour out of me if I don’t look away.
Splitting everythign in half was hard work. It wasn’t lossing the stuff. It made me feel like I was now half a person, but I would find a new identy without him, I would become a whole person once again.
kirsty
Half. When I think of half, I think of him, because the only way to truly describe the way that relationship was, was to describe him as my other half. My best friend.
I loved him with all my heart, as any teenage girl does, I truly belived we’d last forever. It’s been hard, without my other half.
Vienna
half of the time I don’t know what I am talking about half of the time everything seems strang, half of the time I am confused about who I am and what I am supposed to do with my life, half ways between an adult and a little girl, half a Christian and half an agnostic. half of my life has been spent wondering when and where things will finally get better… half of everything in the world is not really there, an illusion.
Aimee
less than a whole. incomplete. calf. semicircle. imperfect. half a pizza
frwga
i have no idea what to write about when it comes to the word half but ill start out by saying that i think of a glass half full and then i think about the miserable people that think of a glass half empty. which also brings me to thinking about half an orange or apple and just the simple doing of writing about that is making me hungry. I think now that I have that out of my system i am going to get something to eat haha.
victoria
Half of my life has been spent sitting and waiting. The other half has been spent not even considering the possibilities before me. I don’t know what I want anymore, but I know that if I want it – whatever it is – I’m going to have to get up and find it for myself. I can’t just wait for it to happen. This new dream that hasn’t even been realised is already there in the distance.
I was his other half. His partner. His significant other. Not that it seemed to matter. I was supposed to be the other half of his heart, to have complete control over his romantic and sexual activities. And most of all he was supposed to have mine. But it didn’t work out that way. Oh no. It didn’t. I guess now someone else is his ‘half’.
Red
half my life has been about others and half about myself at least I think that’s the way. now i don’t know which way to go. but will let the path choose me, rather than me choose it. that way it might be about both, me and others.
anny
Is the glass half empty or half full? Is it half full of air? The things i here are purple. Swag. Swag. Swag. Swag. YOLO. Skeet Skeet. 4lyfe~
Hope
Half the cake was sitting on the plate, beautifully iced and decorated in keeping with its theme. Beautifully, that is, if you ignored the crack in the icing, through the word ‘Congratu’… The other half of the cake was smashed into the floor, scattered across the terracotta tiles like so many ant creatures, making their way across the plain of Nullaboor and into infinity. There was no way out of this dilemma. Honesty would have to be the best policy.
“Hey, Guys!’ Who wants half a piece of cake?”
half of my life has gone by. I sit here in this dank coffee house, wondering where I have been. Where all my loves have gone, and where my own heart is now. I flip the pages of a browned book, the corners rubbed round from over use. I can smell her next to me.
Stacy
An hour and a half ago, I was watching the TV show called Revenge. It’s quite a good show, as evidenced by the fact that I was watching the half-hour before, and the half-hour before that, and so on and so forth. I suppose revenge is something that you can’t do by half-measures, so the theme is appropriate.
Ronan
HAlf my life gone. Maybe. I can never really be sure until it’s over. It feels like half. Like i only have a little more, but enough. Enough to make a difference. Start the better half of your life now.
Scott
Half of my heart. Is that what I’m loving with? It’s really love though… who knows. I couldn’t leave him. I would cry ten times more than I did tonight during our talk. But god. What we don’t know could kill us. Someone please just tell us the future? It’s better off we don’t know I guess…
Rachel
I held his warm hand in mine, walking under the moonlight. I loved him so much. I couldn’t believe it. I had found my other half.
It had to be somewhere. She looked in vain behind the milk on the fridge’s top shelf. And in the freezer. And in the cereal cupboard, and even in the junk drawer. But it wasn’t anywhere. She was bereft. She had saved half of her Snickers bar for later, and now it had disappeared.
not complete, missing part, half an hour, half the glass is empty, or half of it is full. half isn’t a whole, but at least it’s something. its better than nothing..
Sam.
Feliciano leaned over the sink, tears streaming down his face as he shook violently. he could feel the dark violet eyes, piercing through him from the other side of the mirror. why wouldn’t it stop? where did it come from? His other half, it scared him, he couldn’t do anything about it.
They parted the grasses in front of them and stared with mouths open. It couldn’t be. They were only in mythology books. But there it was standing only feet away from where they hid. A creature they thought didn’t exist. Half- man and half-horse, the creature was quietly standing at the waters edge with spear in hand and fishing for a morning meal.
Half of the people who see this will sit staring blankly at the screen wondering what they will write. In contrast the other half will start writing as quickly as they can, not really knowing where it is taking them. I guess that’s the difference between half glass full and glass half full people.
I would prefer to have have of a good life than to be involve in crime. God has created all of us with wisdom and the ability to think and to respond to all type of situations.
i want half slice of bread in half an hour. half an apple is another half of full apple.
Half the time you have no idea what you are thinking, doing or where you are going. But half the time you do – so make the most of that 50% of your mind.
Only half the milk made it into the glass. Josh sat there, staring off into space, while the milk crept down the table. No more, he thought. No more. Then he sighed.
there is half a me
inside me
and half a you
and together
we make a whole we.
and I think that’s sick,
I think that’s sad,
I hate that I can’t be a
whole without you but
I guess;
there are worse ways
to live.
“Too smart by half, young man,” she scolded. The old woman had a grudging respect for deviousness and cleverness, but she hated to be shown up at her own game.
I m half confused about my career.
I really want to have good food not just half of my hunger.
I want best for my better half.
and I love m
it was only down the road that he realised that he’d forgotten the most important fact: He was just human, he was half angel. No angel should be caught storming down the road annoyed.
Half of a tree is just half of a tree but what about human nature what is half of that the one person that knows is you now just go out and fine that my than half of you is what you have right now good luck.
Half of the tree is half of me i like half cups of tea sitting under a tree i just shout with glee like WEEEEE then i try to pry my lies of frys of kyes and nothing seems to work all that is work just puts a smirk on my face and sometimes i want a tast of the grace that embraces me.
Half the man that I’m capable of being. I nurture my shadow into showing me its face. I wash it’s body, covered in sores, in the ocean of my subconscious. Sharks eat what doesn’t belong. I’m staying up too late, I need some lavender. I massage coconut oil into the dry patches of Self built up over the years
it is half of a whole and it is half full, nice word to mean to you don’t have all/ everything also you had not have.
half my life is dead and the floor falls up to my face with a SMACK! half my arm is numb and my face is tired. sleep sleep sleep. tick tick tick. i ate half a grapefruit and gave the rest to the dog who doesn’t like citrus so it went in the compost and rotted away, the flies and worms gnawing at its hardened flesh
Half a glass of water is the first thing that comes to find. Half full? Half empty? I always said half full but that was because I knew what was coming after. And I definitely didn’t want to be negative.
Half of the glass was full, but when I looked at it, I only saw empty. That’s what it was. Empty. But everyone would just see it as a galss that was half-full. I guess it depends on the way you look at it. Half full, half empty. Now that I think about it, maybe there was just too much glas..
not full. something that isn’t quite complete. I feel like half a person. I feel like I met my other half and now I am forever incomplete. I also feel more complete than ever before.
Half a bread, half assed love. Glass half empty. Half this half that. Have this have that. Don’t take anything at all. Just don’t expect me to go through the halfway on my own. Something like that. People should try more, exert more. Or maybe I should try more, rather than give half assed attempts. Half an ass. That’s just one butt cheek. Half assed.
Half living, nearly living. The gaps between which our words fall. You half understand what I half say. The bell tolls.
half…what do u think i half jut the fifty percent of something. may be your effort,your attitude anything
In reality only half of me is here. Maybe even less. Most of the time I don’t know how I’m suppose to feel or react to most of my surroundings. Everything is passing me by and in two blinks of the human eye, I’m almost entirely in a different place. I can’t even look at someone for too long because I begin to feel exposed. As if all of my secrets will begin to pour out of me if I don’t look away.
Splitting everythign in half was hard work. It wasn’t lossing the stuff. It made me feel like I was now half a person, but I would find a new identy without him, I would become a whole person once again.
Half. When I think of half, I think of him, because the only way to truly describe the way that relationship was, was to describe him as my other half. My best friend.
I loved him with all my heart, as any teenage girl does, I truly belived we’d last forever. It’s been hard, without my other half.
half of the time I don’t know what I am talking about half of the time everything seems strang, half of the time I am confused about who I am and what I am supposed to do with my life, half ways between an adult and a little girl, half a Christian and half an agnostic. half of my life has been spent wondering when and where things will finally get better… half of everything in the world is not really there, an illusion.
less than a whole. incomplete. calf. semicircle. imperfect. half a pizza
i have no idea what to write about when it comes to the word half but ill start out by saying that i think of a glass half full and then i think about the miserable people that think of a glass half empty. which also brings me to thinking about half an orange or apple and just the simple doing of writing about that is making me hungry. I think now that I have that out of my system i am going to get something to eat haha.
Half of my life has been spent sitting and waiting. The other half has been spent not even considering the possibilities before me. I don’t know what I want anymore, but I know that if I want it – whatever it is – I’m going to have to get up and find it for myself. I can’t just wait for it to happen. This new dream that hasn’t even been realised is already there in the distance.
I was his other half. His partner. His significant other. Not that it seemed to matter. I was supposed to be the other half of his heart, to have complete control over his romantic and sexual activities. And most of all he was supposed to have mine. But it didn’t work out that way. Oh no. It didn’t. I guess now someone else is his ‘half’.
half my life has been about others and half about myself at least I think that’s the way. now i don’t know which way to go. but will let the path choose me, rather than me choose it. that way it might be about both, me and others.
Is the glass half empty or half full? Is it half full of air? The things i here are purple. Swag. Swag. Swag. Swag. YOLO. Skeet Skeet. 4lyfe~
Half the cake was sitting on the plate, beautifully iced and decorated in keeping with its theme. Beautifully, that is, if you ignored the crack in the icing, through the word ‘Congratu’… The other half of the cake was smashed into the floor, scattered across the terracotta tiles like so many ant creatures, making their way across the plain of Nullaboor and into infinity. There was no way out of this dilemma. Honesty would have to be the best policy.
“Hey, Guys!’ Who wants half a piece of cake?”
half of my life has gone by. I sit here in this dank coffee house, wondering where I have been. Where all my loves have gone, and where my own heart is now. I flip the pages of a browned book, the corners rubbed round from over use. I can smell her next to me.
An hour and a half ago, I was watching the TV show called Revenge. It’s quite a good show, as evidenced by the fact that I was watching the half-hour before, and the half-hour before that, and so on and so forth. I suppose revenge is something that you can’t do by half-measures, so the theme is appropriate.
HAlf my life gone. Maybe. I can never really be sure until it’s over. It feels like half. Like i only have a little more, but enough. Enough to make a difference. Start the better half of your life now.
Half of my heart. Is that what I’m loving with? It’s really love though… who knows. I couldn’t leave him. I would cry ten times more than I did tonight during our talk. But god. What we don’t know could kill us. Someone please just tell us the future? It’s better off we don’t know I guess…
I held his warm hand in mine, walking under the moonlight. I loved him so much. I couldn’t believe it. I had found my other half.
It had to be somewhere. She looked in vain behind the milk on the fridge’s top shelf. And in the freezer. And in the cereal cupboard, and even in the junk drawer. But it wasn’t anywhere. She was bereft. She had saved half of her Snickers bar for later, and now it had disappeared.
not complete, missing part, half an hour, half the glass is empty, or half of it is full. half isn’t a whole, but at least it’s something. its better than nothing..
Feliciano leaned over the sink, tears streaming down his face as he shook violently. he could feel the dark violet eyes, piercing through him from the other side of the mirror. why wouldn’t it stop? where did it come from? His other half, it scared him, he couldn’t do anything about it.