My heart felt like it had been split into. Tears ran down my cheeks as the inevitable words were spoken from his lips. I could not believe this was happening. Not to us..we were supposed to last forever…
Hannah
Today I split my pants. I was walking in front of the guy I’m secretly in love with. I was practicing an airless, walk so that he would notice me. Too bad someone had put their bookbag on the ground. I ended up on the ground with a big split in my shorts. He saw everything!
kacey k
in two. right down the middle. one half evil the other benevolent. really? is that all you got? she asked. It was. I had nothing else for the evil side wishing benevolence would return. she didn’t. she was smaller in stature and girth. Evil is rather large for her age.
kdc
“I split up with him,” she said, casually, as though she had announced a haircut, a trip to the grocery store, an enjoyment of a new sitcom. But I could hear the undertones. Her heart was breaking and she had to play tough. Had to play tough so I wouldn’t… what? What had I ever done to her to make her feel so vulnerable around me?
“He had it coming. Stupid jerk.”
Bevin
Pieces scattered everywhere. She’s neither her nor there. Uneven seams and unrealistic dreams. Split. So what you see can never be what you get.
She sits in the shower with water running that’s barely cold enough to not burn. Tears saturate her eyelids as she screams at herself. She pleads with herself to feel whole. The clogged drain forces the water to slowly surround her shaking body. The water temperature drops. She takes deep breathes and turns the shower off. Wrapped in a towel she makes her way to her bed. Exhausted from her own thoughts but relieved by the release, for this short moment she is at peace.
i just cut and run.
i’m sorry.
i could have stuck around. i could have told you why.
but i just left. split.
right down the middle like the gash left in our past.
i’m sure you probably thought you deserved better
but you didn’t.
Split is a verb, meaning to break something into pieces. for example, split the bamboo stick.
Hann
I had never felt as split apart as when you asked me to choose. How could I choose when the one thing I loved and the one person I loved were both essential to me keeping my sanity? And that was when I realized that you did not love me back, because otherwise you wouldn’t have asked me to rip out half of my heart.
split infinitives running down her spine as she does the splits in shibari bondage time
her brain splits in dichotomous shifts as she sits and spits, splitting her lips
Madelonnette
slit lip, bloody, cracked, raw. i think of nan goldmans photos, little children brutally behaving on the school yard. some much emotion behind one little wound. some people wear it like a badge of honor because they overcame the power of someone elses fist
jessica
I split abanana. it’s a banabna split. A split trunk wuill never get get back. Love will split us apart? No it will split.
Nadori
I watched as the earth creaked below us. A giant crack that was just growing larger and larger. I was on one side. My friends were on the other. I tried reaching over to them, tried calling their names. But they couldn’t hear me, wouldn’t take my hand. The crack widened and flames spewed out from the center of the earth. I gazed into it and saw all of my demons, my ghosts. I looked back up at my friends, who had continued forward, without me. And then I jumped in.
i split myself in souls. that’s what i do. I’m used to all that shit. I split to different faces, personalities. i hide in many, i live in so few. but many people dont know this. they know only one version of me. only YOU know all of me. i love you.
pec
Split. So many kinds, so many ways, so many different times in my life. First, that banana split from when I was seven that I spill’t all over the cream colored rug. Next, when my parents split at the ripe age of 15. and right now, the splitting of my heart as I realize that whatever I just had with you is no longer there.
Emily
I had to just start this over because I didn’t put in my email and name. Lovely.
Banana splits. Cherries, whipped cream, chocolate syrup, oh I didn’t put that the first time. I wish I could type faster to write more. I don’t really like banana splits. I like birthday cake ice cream. It’s my favorite.
Split, split up? Divorce. I don’t want that to happen. Love conquers all, right? That’s what I hope for, at least. That’s how it should be. I don’t think I like the word split.
I guess there’s splits in like, gymnastics, but that’s still something that isn’t conquered by many people. I still don’t particularly like this word.
Shelby Harris
Everything was spilt three ways, but there were twelve of us so portions didn’t exactly seem fair but he took his share and spread it among the rest including the two whose combined shares were double his own. The thin wrapping was a balm for all of us but especially those who had the most to begin with. I never understood these things until today when all of it is gone and no one is empty.
nannan
they come apart; things, people. We have no control some times, there is none. it just happens
Maisie
She always wished she could be in two places at once. So taking an ax upon herself she split herself in half. Never did she wish to be in two places at once again.
Girls are always sad and needy when they split with their boyfriend. But what they forget to remember is that maybe splitting is a good thing. Maybe it is part of their destiny and it was meant to happen. They need to learn to let go and accept some things as it is. That’s life for you, and deal with it.
Elise
Oh, see, that’s unfair. Now I want a banana. That is a tough word to spell.
I am relatively uninspired by this word. It just makes me think of lovers leaving.
Which makes me feel shallow and narrow-focused.
Run as fast as you can. I’ll go this way, you go that way. Just don’t let them catch us. It doesn’t matter if you fall, just pick yourself back up again and keep running. That’s the most important thing. Keep running.
S
“You must think back, search your memory. Then you will be closer to understanding,” he said. “What is the last thing that you remember before you found yourself alone?”
I furrowed my brows in concentration. Why was it so difficult to think? Then I remembered something. “The party. I was at a party. It was getting late and I split.”
My heart was split down the middle. It was torn perfectly in half. “Time apart,” was all it took to make me feel like this. I had never believed in heartbreak, heartache, or even romantic love until him.
Now we were split apart, and I was split in half, wondering if it was all even real.
“Split the deck,” I said gesturing towards the cards. He seemed reluctant in lifting the cards; when he did split the deck I had the feeling he was trying to cheat somehow. “Don’t be so brave,” I heard my inner monologue said.
da santos
We were drifting apart, split down the middle. No longer were we the family that we thought we would be, half mom’s, half dad’s.
The idea of no longer being a unit hurt me, but no one seemed to care about my pain, the splitting pain of feeling so alone in my own family.
Bree
He left a clean break. A split from reality and he was off and running. He never looked back at me, he just whispered something nice and left. He left. He left nothing behind but the memory of his voice whispering something nice in my ear.
Abigail
Between waking life and sleep there is a ___, an area which you passed through. It allowed all the past events and emotions that your “awake” self thought to have let go come up again so that you may deal with them once and for all.
split apart at the seams. Seems. Split up, split apart, split down the middle, split asunder. Split is broken. Or is it? I would split hairs, or split a skirt (which is kind of sexy), or split infinitives, which is maybe not a good thing, but it’s not broken. Split is to separate – for good or bad.
Split ends. Not good. Go get a trim. Use conditioner.
Split.. banana split. Good!
Split an order of chili cheese fries. All of the yumminess, half the calories.
Barb
split frame in bowling, quote possibly one of the most frustrating things in life, even for those who dont like or enjoy bowling. My friends and i take an annual trip to vermont to get fucked up in the wilderness and every trip we go to the same alley and play a few games just to do it and relieve some stress. next year we will all be 21 so we will go to the bar too, excellent.
joe friday
You split me right in two, and you took both halves.
They split after 6 years of the same thing over and over again. The word spit is so basic for something so complex, but when it is all said and done the word is written the same. How many years were pointless? How many hours summed up in a sentence? Too many.
When i was a kid, i never got what banana split meant. Like they cut the banana in two? They split it? Is it because they want to share it? and what about those apartments they call splits? what are those? Splitting is mysterious to me.
Alex
i had always been afraid that my parents would split. but in some ways it might be better if they did, it might have given my mother a chance to be happy with another man.
Amber
split are the sections of banana peel, slowly turning brown in my compost bin after i make my banana walnut muffins.
Split is known as splitting something, like fruit. You cut it in two, or it is just two legs doing 180 degrees, the 180 degrees move. You can split videos with special software like AVI Splitter or such things. It is handy if you want to make (short) movies.
My heart felt like it had been split into. Tears ran down my cheeks as the inevitable words were spoken from his lips. I could not believe this was happening. Not to us..we were supposed to last forever…
Today I split my pants. I was walking in front of the guy I’m secretly in love with. I was practicing an airless, walk so that he would notice me. Too bad someone had put their bookbag on the ground. I ended up on the ground with a big split in my shorts. He saw everything!
in two. right down the middle. one half evil the other benevolent. really? is that all you got? she asked. It was. I had nothing else for the evil side wishing benevolence would return. she didn’t. she was smaller in stature and girth. Evil is rather large for her age.
“I split up with him,” she said, casually, as though she had announced a haircut, a trip to the grocery store, an enjoyment of a new sitcom. But I could hear the undertones. Her heart was breaking and she had to play tough. Had to play tough so I wouldn’t… what? What had I ever done to her to make her feel so vulnerable around me?
“He had it coming. Stupid jerk.”
Pieces scattered everywhere. She’s neither her nor there. Uneven seams and unrealistic dreams. Split. So what you see can never be what you get.
She sits in the shower with water running that’s barely cold enough to not burn. Tears saturate her eyelids as she screams at herself. She pleads with herself to feel whole. The clogged drain forces the water to slowly surround her shaking body. The water temperature drops. She takes deep breathes and turns the shower off. Wrapped in a towel she makes her way to her bed. Exhausted from her own thoughts but relieved by the release, for this short moment she is at peace.
i just cut and run.
i’m sorry.
i could have stuck around. i could have told you why.
but i just left. split.
right down the middle like the gash left in our past.
i’m sure you probably thought you deserved better
but you didn’t.
Split is a verb, meaning to break something into pieces. for example, split the bamboo stick.
I had never felt as split apart as when you asked me to choose. How could I choose when the one thing I loved and the one person I loved were both essential to me keeping my sanity? And that was when I realized that you did not love me back, because otherwise you wouldn’t have asked me to rip out half of my heart.
I saw that the tree had split in half during the storm.
What do you call a sundae divorce?
A banana split.
(That was terrible. I apologize.)
She split in two like the Red Sea. Her psyche could not take the chaos any longer. Drowning, she sunk into the water, content in the rippling waves.
split infinitives running down her spine as she does the splits in shibari bondage time
her brain splits in dichotomous shifts as she sits and spits, splitting her lips
slit lip, bloody, cracked, raw. i think of nan goldmans photos, little children brutally behaving on the school yard. some much emotion behind one little wound. some people wear it like a badge of honor because they overcame the power of someone elses fist
I split abanana. it’s a banabna split. A split trunk wuill never get get back. Love will split us apart? No it will split.
I watched as the earth creaked below us. A giant crack that was just growing larger and larger. I was on one side. My friends were on the other. I tried reaching over to them, tried calling their names. But they couldn’t hear me, wouldn’t take my hand. The crack widened and flames spewed out from the center of the earth. I gazed into it and saw all of my demons, my ghosts. I looked back up at my friends, who had continued forward, without me. And then I jumped in.
Split…… Split……. Split……
Ive got noting.
Banana Split?
i split myself in souls. that’s what i do. I’m used to all that shit. I split to different faces, personalities. i hide in many, i live in so few. but many people dont know this. they know only one version of me. only YOU know all of me. i love you.
Split. So many kinds, so many ways, so many different times in my life. First, that banana split from when I was seven that I spill’t all over the cream colored rug. Next, when my parents split at the ripe age of 15. and right now, the splitting of my heart as I realize that whatever I just had with you is no longer there.
I had to just start this over because I didn’t put in my email and name. Lovely.
Banana splits. Cherries, whipped cream, chocolate syrup, oh I didn’t put that the first time. I wish I could type faster to write more. I don’t really like banana splits. I like birthday cake ice cream. It’s my favorite.
Split, split up? Divorce. I don’t want that to happen. Love conquers all, right? That’s what I hope for, at least. That’s how it should be. I don’t think I like the word split.
I guess there’s splits in like, gymnastics, but that’s still something that isn’t conquered by many people. I still don’t particularly like this word.
Everything was spilt three ways, but there were twelve of us so portions didn’t exactly seem fair but he took his share and spread it among the rest including the two whose combined shares were double his own. The thin wrapping was a balm for all of us but especially those who had the most to begin with. I never understood these things until today when all of it is gone and no one is empty.
they come apart; things, people. We have no control some times, there is none. it just happens
She always wished she could be in two places at once. So taking an ax upon herself she split herself in half. Never did she wish to be in two places at once again.
Girls are always sad and needy when they split with their boyfriend. But what they forget to remember is that maybe splitting is a good thing. Maybe it is part of their destiny and it was meant to happen. They need to learn to let go and accept some things as it is. That’s life for you, and deal with it.
Oh, see, that’s unfair. Now I want a banana. That is a tough word to spell.
I am relatively uninspired by this word. It just makes me think of lovers leaving.
Which makes me feel shallow and narrow-focused.
Run as fast as you can. I’ll go this way, you go that way. Just don’t let them catch us. It doesn’t matter if you fall, just pick yourself back up again and keep running. That’s the most important thing. Keep running.
“You must think back, search your memory. Then you will be closer to understanding,” he said. “What is the last thing that you remember before you found yourself alone?”
I furrowed my brows in concentration. Why was it so difficult to think? Then I remembered something. “The party. I was at a party. It was getting late and I split.”
My heart was split down the middle. It was torn perfectly in half. “Time apart,” was all it took to make me feel like this. I had never believed in heartbreak, heartache, or even romantic love until him.
Now we were split apart, and I was split in half, wondering if it was all even real.
“Split the deck,” I said gesturing towards the cards. He seemed reluctant in lifting the cards; when he did split the deck I had the feeling he was trying to cheat somehow. “Don’t be so brave,” I heard my inner monologue said.
We were drifting apart, split down the middle. No longer were we the family that we thought we would be, half mom’s, half dad’s.
The idea of no longer being a unit hurt me, but no one seemed to care about my pain, the splitting pain of feeling so alone in my own family.
He left a clean break. A split from reality and he was off and running. He never looked back at me, he just whispered something nice and left. He left. He left nothing behind but the memory of his voice whispering something nice in my ear.
Between waking life and sleep there is a ___, an area which you passed through. It allowed all the past events and emotions that your “awake” self thought to have let go come up again so that you may deal with them once and for all.
split apart at the seams. Seems. Split up, split apart, split down the middle, split asunder. Split is broken. Or is it? I would split hairs, or split a skirt (which is kind of sexy), or split infinitives, which is maybe not a good thing, but it’s not broken. Split is to separate – for good or bad.
Split ends. Not good. Go get a trim. Use conditioner.
Split.. banana split. Good!
Split an order of chili cheese fries. All of the yumminess, half the calories.
split frame in bowling, quote possibly one of the most frustrating things in life, even for those who dont like or enjoy bowling. My friends and i take an annual trip to vermont to get fucked up in the wilderness and every trip we go to the same alley and play a few games just to do it and relieve some stress. next year we will all be 21 so we will go to the bar too, excellent.
You split me right in two, and you took both halves.
To open a banana you must split open the peal.
They split after 6 years of the same thing over and over again. The word spit is so basic for something so complex, but when it is all said and done the word is written the same. How many years were pointless? How many hours summed up in a sentence? Too many.
When i was a kid, i never got what banana split meant. Like they cut the banana in two? They split it? Is it because they want to share it? and what about those apartments they call splits? what are those? Splitting is mysterious to me.
i had always been afraid that my parents would split. but in some ways it might be better if they did, it might have given my mother a chance to be happy with another man.
split are the sections of banana peel, slowly turning brown in my compost bin after i make my banana walnut muffins.
Split is known as splitting something, like fruit. You cut it in two, or it is just two legs doing 180 degrees, the 180 degrees move. You can split videos with special software like AVI Splitter or such things. It is handy if you want to make (short) movies.