banana split; this shit is banana’s; whip cream; cherry’s; cheer leading, preppy; blond skinny bitches; Fat bitch; Mimi
Bee
Wow, I can’t believe that we’ve done it. We just did someting that no one said that we’d do, but now the question is how do we break this to the world.
Sir, you can’t tell them.
I think you’re wrong. The rest of the world had a right to know that the United States of America had split up into two soveirgn nations.
Sir…….
I know… I know.
Days move as long as months, years, and only milliseconds. Chaotic, twisting days that suck away any attempt at relaxation from the meager to the ridiculously exuberant. Brown boxes, filled with the vestiges of a last life, move from floor to table and back, too busy to be emptied anytime soon. This is a new reality, while he stays in your old house with your old, comfortable life. A new start, they say, but it just feels like a split to some alternate reality where there’s this you and me instead of an us.
Two things turning into one. A sharp ripping sound. A chocolate and banana treat topped with whipped cream, nuts, sprinkles, and maybe even a cherry. Someone hurting their legs and a burning sensation follows as they do an aerobic trick.
Kelly
Wow… a perfect split. I don’t wish I could do one. Those things look incredibly painful. Yet she did it with a smile. She danced with a smile. Stripping to feed her son- only a mother’s love could get a woman to stoop so low. I felt guilty watching her- wishing I could do something, but, just like the other men, bewitched by her spell. Wanting (her) but not wanting to free her. Shall I refuse to drown in such sweet guilt?
Peggy Mativo
The cloth began to split, ripping making her slide further over the window ledge. With a whimper she looked down to the street below. Everything looked so small. The only thing between her life and death a strip of curtain that was beginning to split.
the banana split she ate with her boyfriend had too many nuts and was nearly as enjoyable as it was on their first date. it’s a shame, too, because the ice cream parlor had held so much promise on their first experience there, with it’s pastry colored walls and elaborate cupcakes.
Her lip was bleeding. It had split in the middle of the night, dry skin cracking as she yawned. Her tongue flicked outward to lap up the blood, the droplets spreading to cover the lower left of her lip. It spread with a dark rich color, almost like a lip balm.
atoms split quickly into two: her and him. they weren’t sure how to cope with the new world as the new individuals, trying to find their way through each new path. in realization, they actually needed each other. separated atoms, two, but one.
I am split between being too serious and too loose. I want a balance. I am split I love him and he can never love me. I am split. and I can’t see a way out I can stop it. I am split.
Hannah Swenson
Her fist made contact with my face. I felt my lip split like a ripe banana under foot. I had done it, I checked “get hit” off my mental to do list, raising a tenative finger to my lip.
And he split apart at the very seams, gasping for air, fingers digging into her shoulders and he felt it spread through him and pour out of him and everything was white and rainbow and white again. He could hear her voice far away, in a tunnel, and thought he heard his name. Felt her arms around him, her body press tight against his, and she pulled him back down to earth with her.
There is only one way to describe how painful it is to ‘split’ from someone; it’s such a commonly, overused term in today’s society. “Oh yeah, you split with your girl? Sorry to hear that.” But they aren’t. They usually don’t understand what it’s like to be ‘split’ from someone. To be ‘split’ in two and feel the pain of missing something that made you feel whole.
gearedheart
It seems like we’ve met before, and I don’t know where. Do you? Do you remember the time before we were torn into halves and cast in opposing directions and set to search, desperate, for the missing pieces in between? I don’t recall, and this empty, sinking void within my memory is troubling.
when I just left he then left me not in mind but in the spirit that once accompanied him we were never together in the same way particularly when rising from bedsheets we tried again split again but what was left was gone and then gone even more if possible. and it was all too possible. more possible than i would have liked to imagine. The worst part is the ease with which you fall out of love, and then the ease you one had in doing things now difficult.
I wish I could have you again
Doing the splits HUUUUUUURTS. Like uber painful. But if you can do it kudos to you! Your flexibility is certainly a talent! It also probably makes you amazing in bed so congrats!
She split the banaba in half to make an ice cream treat. She saw the knife on the counter and pondered using her own blood, rather than th ered cherries. Sickened by her own twisted mind she opted to set the knife down and get the can opener.
Kylenex
She split her head open on the floor. She heard the door. Then a bang, in her brain and all around. Then a thud thud thud. She was being split inside out and couldnt stop the bleeding.
Kylenex
hakan apart love mind interesting hakan lovely hakan sores baby child
zuhal
um split an apple. split a tree log. splinters. splitting pain. painstaking. think in a split second. run for a split time. splitting teeth. spli
Ciara
When it happened, I wasn’t prepared. She didn’t say anything, she didn’t need to. I could see it in her eyes, smell it in the air, I knew what was coming. so i let it.
Claudia
Oh gosh I split my pants! What now? Do I have to split the cost of a new pare with my parents? I already split my pay check with them and not I have to split my driving time of my car with my 16 year old brother! What else am I going to split? My popcorn with my 67 year old grandma?
Ally
Bananas take time to split from their trees, splittanage is not their strong suit. Slippage on their peels, is.
Robert
she split her hairs, one by one. she couldn’t feel the pain of each hair doubling and thats why she did it. she liked the idea of breaking a part of herself but not being able to feel it. it made her feel broken.
sasha
I split the rope down the middle. Now really isn’t the time for hesitation. Any moment could be your last, and every second counts. You start to value your life when at any time it could be taken from you. When my mum and dad sent me away and split my brother and me up, well, everything changed. I developed an issue with my heart. Any second it could stop beating and I could die.
Split…such a violent word to explain the rending of something into two. I do not have any idea why a dessert with a banana is named after it. Confusing.
Jo
“Split and disassociate, split and disassociate” he repeated to himself. He was on his way to visit his dying father. “Are you okay?” she gave him a sideways glance as she started the engine. “Yeah babe” his clammy hands gripped his jeans, “Shall we?” his eyes motioned toward the road, she could feel the fragility in his voice and her eyes filled. “Honey…” the empathy in her tone formed a rising lump in his throat. “… you don’t have to prove anything, ok? We don’t have to go.” He found no relief in her reassurance and comfort, instead adding to his anxiety and self doubt. “It’s okay, we’ll be late if we don’t get a move on.” he reached for the radio and it sang “You chose a fine time to leave me Lucile.”
Let’s go, he said. There’s no point in staying here, and it’s obvious that moving forward won’t do us any good. You go that way, I’ll go this way. It’s the only way. We won’t be moving together, but at least we’ll be moving. That has to be better than doing nothing. We can’t stay stagnant. We have to go, move, experience… we have to live. You go your way. I’ll go mine.
Bri
There was a time when my life made a split. I turned from the girl who craved the attention of teachers, the approval of adults, to the woman who found it all tiring and of little value in the real world. I continuously try to pinpoint that moment.
A tub of split is how I did it. Is that what you want to hear? Huh? A tub of split, upside and out and not a damn thing to say about it. Come on and admit it, you wanted to know. A TUB OF SPLIT. Yeah. I can’t be outside and down without a split ain’t come up out a tub.
split ends. split up. i hate people that split up, why can’t relationships last? there is no such thing as happily ever after, human beings aren’t capable of monogamy. which sucks, but that’s the truth. it’s the hardest part about growing up, fairytales and movies and stories are all a lie. which is unfortunate, because life is so wonderful before this realization.
sally field
bananna split, split up, do the split, split decision, split it out, let’s split, wanna split one, split them up,
tabrown
ive done this so many times before, thought about it . glued it together again, but right now, today, the damn thing just keeps splitting and all my secrets are pouring out. how dod you a glue a heart together again? becasue i have no idea.
split. like a pea. like a leg from another leg. like a family from divorce. split is my heart and my soul, split is my life. split is what happens when you die and the light of your being resides in heaven while your rotten corpse lays on earth
Avi
Split seed,
Spit blood;
Foreign fruits
Grow in untouched soil.
Chemical green and hues of yellow,
Swim upstream where children play,
Mothers pick at their raised skins;
Fathers disappear from the rice fields.
Split seed
Spit blood;
Invisible hands take home
In exchange for empty rice sacks
its what i want to do, my new years resolution is to do the splits. is that becasue i want to feel free flexible to do what ever i want? run away and tumble and not care about being hurt by the motion it causes. black passion it is to do the splits. i love it.
Bea
I split a sheet…
Isn’t that how the tongue twister starts?
Then, you’re supposed to say something
which sounds kind of like naughty words,
but in a way
isn’t
but which largely exists
just to embarrass you.
banana split; this shit is banana’s; whip cream; cherry’s; cheer leading, preppy; blond skinny bitches; Fat bitch; Mimi
Wow, I can’t believe that we’ve done it. We just did someting that no one said that we’d do, but now the question is how do we break this to the world.
Sir, you can’t tell them.
I think you’re wrong. The rest of the world had a right to know that the United States of America had split up into two soveirgn nations.
Sir…….
I know… I know.
Days move as long as months, years, and only milliseconds. Chaotic, twisting days that suck away any attempt at relaxation from the meager to the ridiculously exuberant. Brown boxes, filled with the vestiges of a last life, move from floor to table and back, too busy to be emptied anytime soon. This is a new reality, while he stays in your old house with your old, comfortable life. A new start, they say, but it just feels like a split to some alternate reality where there’s this you and me instead of an us.
Two things turning into one. A sharp ripping sound. A chocolate and banana treat topped with whipped cream, nuts, sprinkles, and maybe even a cherry. Someone hurting their legs and a burning sensation follows as they do an aerobic trick.
Wow… a perfect split. I don’t wish I could do one. Those things look incredibly painful. Yet she did it with a smile. She danced with a smile. Stripping to feed her son- only a mother’s love could get a woman to stoop so low. I felt guilty watching her- wishing I could do something, but, just like the other men, bewitched by her spell. Wanting (her) but not wanting to free her. Shall I refuse to drown in such sweet guilt?
The cloth began to split, ripping making her slide further over the window ledge. With a whimper she looked down to the street below. Everything looked so small. The only thing between her life and death a strip of curtain that was beginning to split.
the banana split she ate with her boyfriend had too many nuts and was nearly as enjoyable as it was on their first date. it’s a shame, too, because the ice cream parlor had held so much promise on their first experience there, with it’s pastry colored walls and elaborate cupcakes.
Her lip was bleeding. It had split in the middle of the night, dry skin cracking as she yawned. Her tongue flicked outward to lap up the blood, the droplets spreading to cover the lower left of her lip. It spread with a dark rich color, almost like a lip balm.
split, or spit, work or not , read or be read to. I can’t help you.
atoms split quickly into two: her and him. they weren’t sure how to cope with the new world as the new individuals, trying to find their way through each new path. in realization, they actually needed each other. separated atoms, two, but one.
I am split between being too serious and too loose. I want a balance. I am split I love him and he can never love me. I am split. and I can’t see a way out I can stop it. I am split.
Her fist made contact with my face. I felt my lip split like a ripe banana under foot. I had done it, I checked “get hit” off my mental to do list, raising a tenative finger to my lip.
And he split apart at the very seams, gasping for air, fingers digging into her shoulders and he felt it spread through him and pour out of him and everything was white and rainbow and white again. He could hear her voice far away, in a tunnel, and thought he heard his name. Felt her arms around him, her body press tight against his, and she pulled him back down to earth with her.
There is only one way to describe how painful it is to ‘split’ from someone; it’s such a commonly, overused term in today’s society. “Oh yeah, you split with your girl? Sorry to hear that.” But they aren’t. They usually don’t understand what it’s like to be ‘split’ from someone. To be ‘split’ in two and feel the pain of missing something that made you feel whole.
It seems like we’ve met before, and I don’t know where. Do you? Do you remember the time before we were torn into halves and cast in opposing directions and set to search, desperate, for the missing pieces in between? I don’t recall, and this empty, sinking void within my memory is troubling.
when I just left he then left me not in mind but in the spirit that once accompanied him we were never together in the same way particularly when rising from bedsheets we tried again split again but what was left was gone and then gone even more if possible. and it was all too possible. more possible than i would have liked to imagine. The worst part is the ease with which you fall out of love, and then the ease you one had in doing things now difficult.
I wish I could have you again
Doing the splits HUUUUUUURTS. Like uber painful. But if you can do it kudos to you! Your flexibility is certainly a talent! It also probably makes you amazing in bed so congrats!
I’d write something witty but I gotta split…
Man…
She split the banaba in half to make an ice cream treat. She saw the knife on the counter and pondered using her own blood, rather than th ered cherries. Sickened by her own twisted mind she opted to set the knife down and get the can opener.
She split her head open on the floor. She heard the door. Then a bang, in her brain and all around. Then a thud thud thud. She was being split inside out and couldnt stop the bleeding.
hakan apart love mind interesting hakan lovely hakan sores baby child
um split an apple. split a tree log. splinters. splitting pain. painstaking. think in a split second. run for a split time. splitting teeth. spli
When it happened, I wasn’t prepared. She didn’t say anything, she didn’t need to. I could see it in her eyes, smell it in the air, I knew what was coming. so i let it.
Oh gosh I split my pants! What now? Do I have to split the cost of a new pare with my parents? I already split my pay check with them and not I have to split my driving time of my car with my 16 year old brother! What else am I going to split? My popcorn with my 67 year old grandma?
Bananas take time to split from their trees, splittanage is not their strong suit. Slippage on their peels, is.
she split her hairs, one by one. she couldn’t feel the pain of each hair doubling and thats why she did it. she liked the idea of breaking a part of herself but not being able to feel it. it made her feel broken.
I split the rope down the middle. Now really isn’t the time for hesitation. Any moment could be your last, and every second counts. You start to value your life when at any time it could be taken from you. When my mum and dad sent me away and split my brother and me up, well, everything changed. I developed an issue with my heart. Any second it could stop beating and I could die.
Split…such a violent word to explain the rending of something into two. I do not have any idea why a dessert with a banana is named after it. Confusing.
“Split and disassociate, split and disassociate” he repeated to himself. He was on his way to visit his dying father. “Are you okay?” she gave him a sideways glance as she started the engine. “Yeah babe” his clammy hands gripped his jeans, “Shall we?” his eyes motioned toward the road, she could feel the fragility in his voice and her eyes filled. “Honey…” the empathy in her tone formed a rising lump in his throat. “… you don’t have to prove anything, ok? We don’t have to go.” He found no relief in her reassurance and comfort, instead adding to his anxiety and self doubt. “It’s okay, we’ll be late if we don’t get a move on.” he reached for the radio and it sang “You chose a fine time to leave me Lucile.”
it was a violent split
you could hear it
from blocks away.
she banged her fist against the wall,
tears from her frustration
streaking her face.
he sat in his car
screaming.
Let’s go, he said. There’s no point in staying here, and it’s obvious that moving forward won’t do us any good. You go that way, I’ll go this way. It’s the only way. We won’t be moving together, but at least we’ll be moving. That has to be better than doing nothing. We can’t stay stagnant. We have to go, move, experience… we have to live. You go your way. I’ll go mine.
There was a time when my life made a split. I turned from the girl who craved the attention of teachers, the approval of adults, to the woman who found it all tiring and of little value in the real world. I continuously try to pinpoint that moment.
A tub of split is how I did it. Is that what you want to hear? Huh? A tub of split, upside and out and not a damn thing to say about it. Come on and admit it, you wanted to know. A TUB OF SPLIT. Yeah. I can’t be outside and down without a split ain’t come up out a tub.
split ends. split up. i hate people that split up, why can’t relationships last? there is no such thing as happily ever after, human beings aren’t capable of monogamy. which sucks, but that’s the truth. it’s the hardest part about growing up, fairytales and movies and stories are all a lie. which is unfortunate, because life is so wonderful before this realization.
bananna split, split up, do the split, split decision, split it out, let’s split, wanna split one, split them up,
ive done this so many times before, thought about it . glued it together again, but right now, today, the damn thing just keeps splitting and all my secrets are pouring out. how dod you a glue a heart together again? becasue i have no idea.
split. like a pea. like a leg from another leg. like a family from divorce. split is my heart and my soul, split is my life. split is what happens when you die and the light of your being resides in heaven while your rotten corpse lays on earth
Split seed,
Spit blood;
Foreign fruits
Grow in untouched soil.
Chemical green and hues of yellow,
Swim upstream where children play,
Mothers pick at their raised skins;
Fathers disappear from the rice fields.
Split seed
Spit blood;
Invisible hands take home
In exchange for empty rice sacks
its what i want to do, my new years resolution is to do the splits. is that becasue i want to feel free flexible to do what ever i want? run away and tumble and not care about being hurt by the motion it causes. black passion it is to do the splits. i love it.
I split a sheet…
Isn’t that how the tongue twister starts?
Then, you’re supposed to say something
which sounds kind of like naughty words,
but in a way
isn’t
but which largely exists
just to embarrass you.