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Zoe Holden Feb 2019
What must it be like to fully exist?
To take shelter fully under one roof
and not be left a page torn in two
One secured by love and hearth
the other too gristly printed
cast to rainy dew and soaked to bone
I should never know.
-I Am Only Half
Elena Feb 2019
although i left, i think my cup is still half full and not half empty
half full because you complete me
full because i’ll see you again
not empty because i’m glad i got to experience you
although i miss your full naked body on mine and the empty plastic cups on your bedside rack
i visited my gf of 3 years for the first time january 3rd to the 17th. coming back to reality was really hard but it inspired me to write a few poems might share the rest
Em MacKenzie Feb 2019
When in doubt for my thoughts and feelings,
just look at your own and you’ll see mine as well.
After all, that’s how these things work.
The weird title is from an old Simpsons episode that’s plot relates to the theme of this scribble.
gabrielle Feb 2019
embodies loneliness
for even your half
won't fill me up
D



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untitled with these " " are just thoughts and words
J B Moore Jan 2019
I am torn in two, divided yet whole.
Split in half, I hold both parts of my soul.
I thought I knew the answer— I don't know,
Do I dive in head first or take things slow?

We should try being friends first— her smile.
She laughs— a half of me sees an aisle
I’m too quick to jump— no, too slow to move
I’m too sick —Make a choice!— Will I ever choose.

Yes or no, or, yes and know? We’ll see,
Or maybe we never will, please, tell me.
Someone, anyone, will I be set free?

Am I divided, split, or torn in two?
Is there a difference? I wish I knew.
Oh, for crying out loud,what do I do?

1/17/19
Shofi Ahmed Jan 2019
Delivering the magic
at the tip of the Moon.
The silken blue half-light
beaming in full!

Ah, let there be a gap
between the one peeled halve
and the unleashing other half.  
The vanished sun will bridge it
far from the unseen pyramydon
shining upon a crescent moon!

It doesn’t have to be in a mo
leave some rooms.
Let it flow to chockablock
over the running brook.

Heading to the up and down ocean
Let the rivers flow in all diversions.
By the way, shorting it to half would do
my half full glass is half full.
IncholPoem Jan 2019
A   suitcase
  was  drinking
cold drinks
by   using  a  bio  degradable
straw  not
taking  times
200 years  to
   compost.




The  human  baby  was
actually  drinking  it
inside  a  smart
suitcase.





That  baby   is
gene  edited    baby
who   can  drink
cold  drinks
in  one  months  also.


That  suitcase  was
following    her  mother
by   artificial  intelligence  
and  small  camera.



That  mother  was
a half  robot  and
half  human   being.
Illona Dec 2018
hey Sun,
i just realized
you don't love me
you never love me
you won't love me
and
i can't make you love me

- S.I
trapped inside her own glass
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