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they wanted to keep us separate. they told us it was for the best, and I still don’t think i’ll ever see how that could possibly be reasoned out. you are what makes me feel safe and comfortable enough to close my eyes at night. you wake me up and never let my head come down from the clouds.
By Abra URL on 05.01.2012
They made us separate. I love her more than anything in the world, and she loves me, and yet they still made us separate.
All because she loves another girl.
By Megan URL on 05.01.2012
this measn apar you are alone or you are different from others you are going to get divorced maybe or beaking up from a long relationship s it can be a verb or a noun or it means that you are an individual and decide not to do things togsther or in a collection but you are all alone. It means
By helen on 05.01.2012
It was getting ugly for Bobby when his wife testified that he was the the one that stole the candy coated beer nuts. He loved to separate the beer from the candy from the nuts with his coat on. He was poor and naked.
By vanhaydu URL on 05.01.2012
I don’t want to be separate from you for another minute. My heart hurts everytime I think of the lost time between us. I can hardly bare it.
By Jordan URL on 05.01.2012
Rice stalks grow and grow, pieces of green grass and light flowers develop and spread until they choke themselves on the air. Even then, they keep growing.
Maybe they are too afraid to stop.
By Anna Meursault on 05.01.2012
IF YOU ARE SEPARATE, DON´T WORRY, YOU MUST TO GO FOR A WALK WITH YOUR FRIENDS AND GO FOR TAKE SOMETHING WITH A SPECIAL FRIEND
By ESTHER on 05.01.2012
You come home one day and your family is no longer your family. I don’t remember exactly when it happened. They laugh the same, talk the same. They look the same. Something intangible to the naked eye has shifted. It’s not that you don’t make the effort to try to keep things the way they were, but you might as well be smashing a star shaped block against a square shaped hole. Something no longer fits in the picture, and slowly you realize it’s you.
You begin to wander, drifting around in a creaking old jalopy as it sputters it’s protests at you. The parts don’t fit exactly right. It needs a new paint job. It leaks oil from time to time. Sometimes it refuses to start all together.
“I’m tired!” it moans. “Why-hy-hy-hy are you be-hee-heeing so difficult?”
You jam your key in further and slam your fist against the wheel, as if that’ll get it going.
“I don’t know what else to be.”
It roars into action as if acknowledging it’s been beaten, screeching into the night.
You continue to drift, searching for other lost souls. You peer into their eyes, searching for that spark of something. The spark of sameness. The spark of sadness, of solidarity, of solitary. The spark the spark the spark. Always searching for something. Never satisfied with what you find – if you find it at all; always looking for the next answer.
Story of my life.
Sometimes you find them. The bond occurs almost naturally, as if you’ve known each other for aeons. You can almost hear the clicking as the pieces of your conversation fit together. You complete parts of each other. Both basking in the other’s weirdness, you drink it in with desperation. You feed off each other, reveling in child-like wonder at the possibilities the other possesses. It’s never enough, but it’s enough for now.
Most of the time the eyes are dead. The spark has gone out, or was never there to begin with. With soft words you lay them to rest, and slowly detach yourself from them as gently as you can. They don’t understand why.
“What did I do?” they ask.
“Nothing,” I reply.
By vhee URL on 05.01.2012
Separate as a verb. I guess that’s depressing. It shouldn’t be. Going your separate ways is often the healthiest choice to make. It’s just often difficult to do. It hurts and sometimes it’s ugly. But in the end it’s better.
By deadponies URL on 05.01.2012
It had been too long. Far, far too long. And yet when their eyes met, it was like yesterday. The great chasm dissipated, the separate pieces merged to one.
They reclaimed their being. They took back their own. They collided into worldly existence. They were no longer undone.
He kissed his pale lips, the ones he’d come to know, the ones he’d so longed for, the ones that were his once more.
“I love you.”
By noiseandhammers URL on 05.01.2012
in our bathroom my husband and I have separate sinks. Sometimes this is a good thing (actually most of the time it is a good thing). Because we can brush our teeth without crashing into each other.
By Candace Sundbo on 05.01.2012
Chances are if you separate the two of them , then they will grow up and stop influencing each other with bad behavior. They will be good boys who are well disciplined .
By Jackson URL on 05.01.2012
“i cannot separate myself from what I’ve done … “
By noway on 05.01.2012
Always too far apart. Never together. Why must we be forever separate?
They don’t understand that I cannot survive without you.
They never understand…
By Solo Rae URL on 05.01.2012
welll to be honest seperate means away from each other in other words not together because the word separate originates from the word derived from the greeks other wise know as sepr fate lololol
By jack on 05.01.2012
They were separated by a change of heart or by chosen fate. One never knows – or just does not want to admit. They thought they would never see each other again, that they would forget about each other and live in different places. Worlds even.
One day, however, they met again. They joyfully spent the rest of their lives together and cared for each other more than ever. Never would they be separated again. Their bond was stronger than ever, thanks to separation, for reunion can only exist through it.
By Friend of Sparrow URL on 05.01.2012
I need separation. I want my own creative space, high ceilings, bright lights, and white walls. We don’t flow together creatively. I can’t do this. I feel like by holding back from my expressionism it makes me small and dull. We need to separate.
By JV. URL on 05.01.2012
Amelia and Mels sat in the very back of English class, talking about the Raggedy Doctor. Rory was sitting right by them and was trying to get them to be quiet because he was trying to concentrate on the teacher.
The teacher was doing her best to ignore the two girls. She was succeeding, until Amelia let out a loud giggle. The teacher stood up.
“Amelia, Melody, do I need to separate you two?”
Amelia and Mels shrank back sheepishly. “No, ma’am,” they said in unison.
By Damaris URL on 05.01.2012
when things are apart, or people are not working together. When magnets push apart. When we do things on our own. To split things into their different parts. To pul people apart when they are fighting. Splitting an egg yolk from its white. Couples in different beds
By Audrey on 05.01.2012
don’t separate what belongs together. otherwhise you will mix everything.
By corinnele on 05.01.2012
I think that everyone wishes, secretly, that they didn’t have to go to work, that they could focus on that one passion project that will make life worth living. But it gets hard to separate leisure and work. Photographers can’t always do it, it gets tough to make your art your work. It’s the same for writing. It’s only easy when you’re not getting paid.
By bryan URL on 05.01.2012
The teacher quickly separated the two boys who kept fighting, which was the third time for this week.
By Sir Hammington URL on 05.01.2012
When is is time to separate from your past and create a new you?
When you grow up is probably the right time to stop blaming others and yourself
and find the true you who has been hiding inside and burst out into the world.
That’s what I think.
By Robin on 05.01.2012
I am conflicted.
I am living two lives consecutively.
A Lifetime and a Lifetime.
They never agree,
And each doesn’t like the other;
How can this be
If they have the same mother?
By HumanKryptonite URL on 05.01.2012
Separate, but equal. Is that what Erik wanted? Does he think if they give us a separate state we will be equal? They won’t. They’ll still look down on us. Children would still be killed before birth and after for their genetic mutations, for being born at the wrong time, in the wrong place.
By Alexa on 05.01.2012
We live separately now. Not divorced, never that, but living separate lives. The cats handled it well, no problems although they undoubtedly missed each other. Sometimes Fluff cried at night and Purr often sat in Fluff’s old spot on the sofa, his tail curled around his nose. Sometimes I dream of him, my husband, and miss him.
By Carissa URL on 05.01.2012
Separate me from my fate. It’s not real, it’s not supposed to be.
Nothing is ever set in stone, right?
I’m not who it says I’ll be.
I still have time to change it.
Separate me from my fate.
By Kate on 05.01.2012
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By BrokenForeverShatteredRippedAndGone URL on 05.01.2012
More than half of all marriages end in divorce or separation. SAD
By Jconrad URL on 05.01.2012
separate means like… not together… like apart.. like away from something or the other person… or like… like… SEPARATE!!!… :D
By sarah URL on 05.01.2012
I try to separate fantasy from reality daily. It is hard when we live in a world full of creative beings who always show you how beautiful life could be,… through their eyes
By Mary Lou Wynegar on 05.01.2012
i think of breaking apart um being sad and missing the other peice………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
By hailey URL on 05.01.2012
pronounced two ways: sep-ret, and sep-uh-rate. Two separate words. And the clue to how not to misspell it: it has “a rat” in it.
By Mike URL on 05.01.2012
there was a void missing from my life. being sixteen was supposed to be good but instead it was as if the strings inside me broke or the seas parted. something happened with detached myself from all that was around me and meant i was never going to get it back. i wasted precious time with an ache in my heart i couldn’t understand and tears in my eyes for someone who was nothing in the atomic expanse of the universe.
By Katia URL on 05.01.2012
Jellyfish legs, thinning and breaking, Smuckers thinning, the panels of fabric pulling apart, a wide and widening V of empty. I can see light through the holes of the stitches, and the disconnected lines, the dots yawning and unconnected. White light behind the felt, furthering entities against a silver desert sky.
By Heather M URL on 05.01.2012
thought you are there
and I am here
our hearts, our souls are not separate
we cannot be driven apart so easily
we cannot be outside one-another’s existence
you are my life, my breath
you are the smile on my lips
the warmth in my chest
between my thighs
you drive me to live
to become a better woman
to open myself and expose my soul
By Domiknitrix URL on 05.01.2012
By David Horn URL on 05.01.2012
away from everything, lonely,forgotten, are some of the words that describe being separate from the world
By shelby wiedenmann on 05.01.2012
Jensen walked back into the room and found it empty. They had agreed to not separate but for some reason she had wanted to have separate rooms. He rushed through the ratty unit in a mild panic.
By chole URL on 05.01.2012
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