Split-ends of
Silas T Williams

Life Consists of
Thousands of
Split-ends of

#split   #ends  

You need to do it.
                            I don't..
Yes you do- and you know it.
                            Stop. Go away.
Just do it already you big baby.
                            I'm scared.
Why? You've done it before. It's not a big deal. Fucking go.
                            What if Mom hears me?
She won't. Do you want to lose it?
What are you waiting for then?
You need to do it.
                    ­       (Gives in)
Feel better?
                           No.. Yes. I don't know
You do.
I win again.

We are our worst enemy.
I hate this feeling of being split in two.
Jun 2

I hate this feeling of being split in two.
I just want to go buy some glue.
Shit a needle and thread would do.
anything to be one piece.
I hate this feeling of being split in two.
What am I suppose to do.
I am an honest person so everything I say is true.
I hate this feeling of being split in two.

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how in a split second
Sep 30, 2013

It's incredible,
how in a split second
the foundation that is you
can crack in an
irrepairable manner.

Aug 1, 2013

I just feel like
A soul
Dragging a weight

That is my body

And while pulling it
Fighting to keep

On track

Not let that
Take over

**Split** into different pieces
Colette Williams
Colette Williams
Sep 20, 2013

Split into different pieces
Trying to put them together,
I fail and feel so defeated.
A caring friend is all that I needed.
They weren't there, so here I am,
Feeling bitter and cheated.

There's the me that smiles even when it's not real
There's the me that can do anything but feel
There's the me that only wants to cause pain
There's the me that refuses to accept blame
Yet deep down, I have come to meet the true me.
She's lost and confused as can be.
She's blinded by her own suffering.
She forgot the meaning of truly living.

Caleb Pendleton
Caleb Pendleton
Nov 26, 2013

that’s the difference
between here and there:
here I am alone
at night
and there
I am alone

and it split his courage in half

I have listened to him talk
of children dying
of children swallowed by mountains
that crumbled purple over them.

Their fathers’ lungs bloomed the dust of their hair
among the rumble-rocks
where their mothers spun ashtrays made of turtle shells
because their arms had been emptied of their fruits’
rocking, sleeping, yawning love.

I have seen his camera swallow the lightning of their sadness
and it split his courage in half
and it made my knees thunder
and I crumbled blue over myself.

The family was split.
Nov 21, 2013

Mommy and daddy are fighting again.
Close your eyes,
Cover your ears,
Quiet your cries.

Nobody's allowed in the den.
They just won't quit,
Right down the middle,
The family was split.

The word has been said.
Forbidden until now,
Though it was assumed,
I wonder how.

It's time to go to bed.
Listening at the door,
Quiet your voices!
I knew it was the end for sure. (shore)

Mommy and daddy are fighting again.
Forced to choose,
Kids pick sides,
The only emotion I have is confusion.

I knew it all along...
I heard every word,
I must pack my bags,
And migrate like a bird.

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