I feel as though most of the time I’m stuck in the middle. It feels as if I’m stuck; that I have no where to go and there is no route out of this rut that I’m in.
Compare it for example to what it would feel like being the middle child.
my middle initial is Leann, and I was born in the middle of central florida. I do not like to be in the middle of a lot of drama, and do not understand the point of being in the middle of any ones business. I think of of this is a bit ridiculously but it is not my call to be complaining about middle grade websites.
in the middle of the umbrella trees were the couple. his red plaid shirt matched the soft wool of her cardigan, and the mixed tones of their hair blended in an arrangement of blonde and copper.
In between me and you, in the middle of our two selves is a giant space
In between this space we feel the tied up emotions, holding us together from far away.
I dont have much to say, but the middle is a most uncomfortable place to be. Middle of the summer night. unforgettable really, at first sight. I know though. Easy.
In the middle of the road I saw him. Not him in the sense of a dangerous man, yet him in the sense of divinity. A true aura of a man – golden and majestic.
in the middle of the road, in middlesex county, we found a dead horse. it was cut through, down the middle of it’s abdomen. on closer inspection, it was obvious that various organs were missing.
i was stuck in the middle of a sitaution. not good. but i was too vulnerable, he was fucking her, but i loved him. dab right there, in the middle, sticky situation.
in the middle youll find the fiddle let to set your ways. Its the middle that you find the higher and the lower and appreciate both, but not one without the other, the middle will suffer, but its better than ever, simple letter forgetters….
The middle child is not always forgotten. My brother is one and he is simply amazing, conquering the world one nation at a time.
stuck in the middle with you
between whats right and whats wrong
i want to get out of here
this cube you put me in
i can’t feel my fingers and it hurts to breathe.
help. help.
Middle children can be problematic sometimes, or so the theory goes. Time magazine said that the “middle child syndrome” is a real phenomenon and that family structures do matter in shaping personalities. Middle children often feel caught in-between, like their identities are defined by siblings on either side. They can act out inappropriately in order to be noticed.
IN the middle of the Earth I feel safe. I go here when things are tough or just when I feel like I can’t handle it anymore. I wish he wasn’t sick. Wasn’t depressed. Wasn’t boring. The middle of the Earth is solace from all this. The plague of his presence. I am afraid if I do not go he will take me down with him. Maybe I am being too dramatic. Maybe I am finally telling myself the truth.
in the middle of the afternoon i found myself laying in a cornfield watching clouds drift by. it didn’t matter overmuch what shapes they were making; i wasn’t paying attention. it was simply the fact of the matter that i lay at the corner of no and where staring to the sky as if it held all the answers even though i knew it didn’t. she called my name and i got up, leaving in the middle of a thought.
the middle of what? this is stupid this is – what middle, whose middle? there’s no fucking middle, the beginning, the end, the road to nowhere, the peak and pill’s picking’s in the kitchen. this is adonnis, pickela, piccolo, michaelangelo, this is culture gone and forgotten, mice and moot points, the little and the lesser shrinking and dwindling like fiery, two-sided pricks they could’ve been. kick it before we die.
The middle of you is filled with diamonds and moonbeams, but no one knows it except me. Even you don’t know it. The fact of which makes my middle feel soft and creamy; like a type of satin.
And no one knows that either. It’s more than a secret-this middle feeling…it’s a beauty that isn’t quite known to the world yet.
stuck int eh middle with you. Middle child. middle of the road. There is the creamy middle, that’s the best part. My middle is nice and soft and cozy. Middle is a comforting word and makes me feel like home. Middle is where I want to be when I grow up.
child, im a middle child, two sister i love them i guess im supposed to but what can i say im in the middle always have been always will be what should i do what would you do im so used to this i dont know what to say its been like this since i was five and my younger sister was born
my middle name is devi. I hate this name. Its its the stupidest name ever. I get made fun of all the time. In high school ppl called me Devil. I share the same middle name as my sister an
iam a middle child not really the middle there are four so i am one of two middle children . if you ask me i like it even though the baby is the brat. its fine with me i always got lost in the shuffle .
in the middle of the forest malcom in the middle i’m not sure exactly what to see or say I mean and i’m watching everybody loves raymond and it’s nothing like the circus or county fair episode of everybody loves raymond earlier i meant malcom in the middle, oh how I want ot look at porn but im am girl but so what omg what im a lesbian lol how sad now hes talk and he is awesome if only he knew just how awesome he really was in teh end.
I am concerned about my daughter. She is the middle child with an older brother and younger sister. She was the youngest for eight years and is not adjusting well. I worry she’ll grow up to be like me. That is not a happy thought since I have made a serious of bad decisions in my life. She is one of the good ones.
in the middle of the night, I was walking in my sleep. Deffinitely the first thing that comes to mind. Uhm.. Monkey in the middle. I envision monkey in the middle.
There’s a place not too far from the border. By dawn, the sun shines down at an angle of 55 degrees on the mountain and you can still see a small speck of the daytime moon on the opposite side of the face. We lived beside that mountain throughout our childhood and spent many summers melting under the 100 degree weather: it was hot enough to barbecue brats without the coal. The desert breeze smelled of ancient dust that sits in untouched libraries for decades, with the sweet smell of the sequoias in the forest lying on the other side of the vast rock.
The middle of all things is a relationship. It is the middle of two people. It is the middle of all people, our relationship. From it comes everything: love, war, everything.
the middle is the sweetest part, the cream midst the dry, stale cookies. I suppose the middle wouldn’t be the middle if it weren’t for that crummy mess, though would it?
in the middle of the park lay a small stream that ran past the beautiful cottage. she sat by the water wondering if he would ever come again to see her there. she never wants to leave this place.
Piggy in the middle, the middle, the middle! I hate that game in elementary. It wasn’t even a game to me. It was those boys who thought they were all the rage way back and would take people’s stuff and play Piggy in the middle, teasing you like a little bitch.
Middle of nowhere I stand today. Not knowing where to go, which direction to take … just flowing with the flow, enjoying the tricks and turns that life is offering me … Most importantly, I am happy the way it is. Strange, isn’t it?
The word middle reminds me of the song “City Middle” by the National.. my ex-boyfriend sent me that song over msn and it was awesome. Too many bad memories when I hear it now though. Even though the National is now one of my top bands. Hmm.. middle.
The middle way is the easiest, the path of least resistance, and yet it does nothing, it is nothing. To follow it is to live your life as a nothing, a no one. Pick the high or pick the low, pick the right or wrong, but don’t stay in the middle.
middle is generic its neither here nor there
so far its seems lost
its here its there its everywhere
when is it someplace when is it anyplace
perhaps middle is all we have
perhaps middle is all we need
amazingly enough, it was harder than i thought to sit down. the ladies i was stuck between had knees the size of basketballs, and the stewardess merely gave me a generic smile when she came by with her perky little drink car. i told my self when i booked the flight that i didn’t mind the middle really; it was my fault for booking so late to begin with. oh well… only an hour, right?
I feel as though most of the time I’m stuck in the middle. It feels as if I’m stuck; that I have no where to go and there is no route out of this rut that I’m in.
Compare it for example to what it would feel like being the middle child.
Longing gaze through violet haze. Let your lust fill up your face and trace my tap across your hip and on we’ll go; this darkened trip.
my middle initial is Leann, and I was born in the middle of central florida. I do not like to be in the middle of a lot of drama, and do not understand the point of being in the middle of any ones business. I think of of this is a bit ridiculously but it is not my call to be complaining about middle grade websites.
in the middle of the umbrella trees were the couple. his red plaid shirt matched the soft wool of her cardigan, and the mixed tones of their hair blended in an arrangement of blonde and copper.
In between me and you, in the middle of our two selves is a giant space
In between this space we feel the tied up emotions, holding us together from far away.
In the middle of the road a car is moving fast. You see it there, far away, a bright blur screaming past.
I dont have much to say, but the middle is a most uncomfortable place to be. Middle of the summer night. unforgettable really, at first sight. I know though. Easy.
In the middle of the road I saw him. Not him in the sense of a dangerous man, yet him in the sense of divinity. A true aura of a man – golden and majestic.
in the middle of the road, in middlesex county, we found a dead horse. it was cut through, down the middle of it’s abdomen. on closer inspection, it was obvious that various organs were missing.
i was stuck in the middle of a sitaution. not good. but i was too vulnerable, he was fucking her, but i loved him. dab right there, in the middle, sticky situation.
what do i do.
in the middle youll find the fiddle let to set your ways. Its the middle that you find the higher and the lower and appreciate both, but not one without the other, the middle will suffer, but its better than ever, simple letter forgetters….
The middle child is not always forgotten. My brother is one and he is simply amazing, conquering the world one nation at a time.
stuck in the middle with you
between whats right and whats wrong
i want to get out of here
this cube you put me in
i can’t feel my fingers and it hurts to breathe.
help. help.
Middle children can be problematic sometimes, or so the theory goes. Time magazine said that the “middle child syndrome” is a real phenomenon and that family structures do matter in shaping personalities. Middle children often feel caught in-between, like their identities are defined by siblings on either side. They can act out inappropriately in order to be noticed.
IN the middle of the Earth I feel safe. I go here when things are tough or just when I feel like I can’t handle it anymore. I wish he wasn’t sick. Wasn’t depressed. Wasn’t boring. The middle of the Earth is solace from all this. The plague of his presence. I am afraid if I do not go he will take me down with him. Maybe I am being too dramatic. Maybe I am finally telling myself the truth.
in the middle of the afternoon i found myself laying in a cornfield watching clouds drift by. it didn’t matter overmuch what shapes they were making; i wasn’t paying attention. it was simply the fact of the matter that i lay at the corner of no and where staring to the sky as if it held all the answers even though i knew it didn’t. she called my name and i got up, leaving in the middle of a thought.
the middle of what? this is stupid this is – what middle, whose middle? there’s no fucking middle, the beginning, the end, the road to nowhere, the peak and pill’s picking’s in the kitchen. this is adonnis, pickela, piccolo, michaelangelo, this is culture gone and forgotten, mice and moot points, the little and the lesser shrinking and dwindling like fiery, two-sided pricks they could’ve been. kick it before we die.
The middle of you is filled with diamonds and moonbeams, but no one knows it except me. Even you don’t know it. The fact of which makes my middle feel soft and creamy; like a type of satin.
And no one knows that either. It’s more than a secret-this middle feeling…it’s a beauty that isn’t quite known to the world yet.
stuck int eh middle with you. Middle child. middle of the road. There is the creamy middle, that’s the best part. My middle is nice and soft and cozy. Middle is a comforting word and makes me feel like home. Middle is where I want to be when I grow up.
child, im a middle child, two sister i love them i guess im supposed to but what can i say im in the middle always have been always will be what should i do what would you do im so used to this i dont know what to say its been like this since i was five and my younger sister was born
my middle name is devi. I hate this name. Its its the stupidest name ever. I get made fun of all the time. In high school ppl called me Devil. I share the same middle name as my sister an
iam a middle child not really the middle there are four so i am one of two middle children . if you ask me i like it even though the baby is the brat. its fine with me i always got lost in the shuffle .
in the middle of her 13 year old cousins legs was what she’d wanted.
not in a sexual way, but just so she could feel like she was in the right body for the first time.
she asked him to pull down his pants.
in the middle of the forest malcom in the middle i’m not sure exactly what to see or say I mean and i’m watching everybody loves raymond and it’s nothing like the circus or county fair episode of everybody loves raymond earlier i meant malcom in the middle, oh how I want ot look at porn but im am girl but so what omg what im a lesbian lol how sad now hes talk and he is awesome if only he knew just how awesome he really was in teh end.
I am concerned about my daughter. She is the middle child with an older brother and younger sister. She was the youngest for eight years and is not adjusting well. I worry she’ll grow up to be like me. That is not a happy thought since I have made a serious of bad decisions in my life. She is one of the good ones.
in the middle of the night, I was walking in my sleep. Deffinitely the first thing that comes to mind. Uhm.. Monkey in the middle. I envision monkey in the middle.
There’s a place not too far from the border. By dawn, the sun shines down at an angle of 55 degrees on the mountain and you can still see a small speck of the daytime moon on the opposite side of the face. We lived beside that mountain throughout our childhood and spent many summers melting under the 100 degree weather: it was hot enough to barbecue brats without the coal. The desert breeze smelled of ancient dust that sits in untouched libraries for decades, with the sweet smell of the sequoias in the forest lying on the other side of the vast rock.
The middle of all things is a relationship. It is the middle of two people. It is the middle of all people, our relationship. From it comes everything: love, war, everything.
the middle is the sweetest part, the cream midst the dry, stale cookies. I suppose the middle wouldn’t be the middle if it weren’t for that crummy mess, though would it?
the middle ground… coming to the middle…compromise…give a little, take a little…is that what we all do? Do we even try? Take is all around…
in the middle of the park lay a small stream that ran past the beautiful cottage. she sat by the water wondering if he would ever come again to see her there. she never wants to leave this place.
Piggy in the middle, the middle, the middle! I hate that game in elementary. It wasn’t even a game to me. It was those boys who thought they were all the rage way back and would take people’s stuff and play Piggy in the middle, teasing you like a little bitch.
the middle is so far from either side
it’s only closer
if you can get there
what use is the middle if it turns into the end?
meet me in the middle
Middle of nowhere I stand today. Not knowing where to go, which direction to take … just flowing with the flow, enjoying the tricks and turns that life is offering me … Most importantly, I am happy the way it is. Strange, isn’t it?
The word middle reminds me of the song “City Middle” by the National.. my ex-boyfriend sent me that song over msn and it was awesome. Too many bad memories when I hear it now though. Even though the National is now one of my top bands. Hmm.. middle.
in the middle of something, there is a needle.
middle is average, middle is peace, middle is safety.
sometimes middle brings balance.
sometime middle is boring.
middle school is tiring.
middle middle
The middle way is the easiest, the path of least resistance, and yet it does nothing, it is nothing. To follow it is to live your life as a nothing, a no one. Pick the high or pick the low, pick the right or wrong, but don’t stay in the middle.
middle is generic its neither here nor there
so far its seems lost
its here its there its everywhere
when is it someplace when is it anyplace
perhaps middle is all we have
perhaps middle is all we need
My middle toe
My son just bit it
as soon as I saw the word!
is a place of peace and trouble its hard to be the middle keeping the balance. its fair in the middle… people who schoose the middle is a hard road.
amazingly enough, it was harder than i thought to sit down. the ladies i was stuck between had knees the size of basketballs, and the stewardess merely gave me a generic smile when she came by with her perky little drink car. i told my self when i booked the flight that i didn’t mind the middle really; it was my fault for booking so late to begin with. oh well… only an hour, right?