in the middle of the night she heard a wierd sound. she was so scared she didnt want to get out of bed. but she knew if she didnt at least go see what it was she would never be able to sleep. so she got up as quietly as she could.
samantha
we were in the middle of road, screaming into the dark sky, nobody could stop us. we were so in sync. the snowflakes fell arround us, lightly. no where to run they thought, no where to hide. their screams echoes into the night.
cori
In the middle of the night, I lay in the middle of my bed looking at the middle of my ceiling. Gently massaging the middle of my abdomen, I thought of how ridiculous it was for me to get myself into the middle of their argument, again!
Sarah
the middle is where i belong.
holding the hands of each of you.
of each of them.
i am the middle,
i am the half way point of importance.
not quite there,
but always there.
i am the middle.
you can’t be meet me there, i already am.
Megan
middle child, kingdom, middle lifem middle of the road, middie, midriff, the middle child is conflicted, the middle way is conservative, middle is safe, middle is boring, middle is only average, but very comfortable. I’m a middle child. I’m a middle child of a middle child. Where does that leave me? I don’t have a middle child. Do I have forever here?
patty
I’m squeezed in the middle. Smack dab in the middle. Chips ahoy.
I have two decisions ahead of me. I can choose the friendship, or I can choose the love that isn’t exactly official. I hate uncertainty because I don’t trust. So once again, I’m squeezed in the middle, smack dab in the middle. And I’ll still doubt.
Steph B
I’ve never been in the middle of anything. I’m always at the bottom. Very rarely the top. Bottom of the class, bottom of the barrel, bottom of the bag, that’s essentially where I stay.
Derek
I was in the middle of two very tall things. One was a tower and another was a very tall man. His name was Henry. Henry was a middle child, born in the middle east. I wondered if Henry was really his name. Henry didn’t speak any English, so our communication was limited and sometimes confused. The whole time we were there there seemed like there was something in between us.
Kara
child …they always have issues. Of course that’s coming from someone who is the oldest. Sometimes its good to be in the middle of something….like an Oreo sometimes its not like an argument.
Vix
the best. it’s fair, reasoned. able. agile. not left, right. balanced. unobtainable? ideal. It’s what I am, or think I am. Or hope to be.
Represents, hopefully, the best of extremes.
Sam F
i was in the middle of dinner when the phone rang and it was my cousin, she is the middle of three siblings, she has
jesica
The middle is a place of balance, a place of equality. The middle is a place of peace and a place of high stress at times. The middle is both productive and problematic.
Emma
middle. malcom in the.great show, i jsut went back to fix a typo.
is that against the rules?
can i do that, kinda feels like im cheating, its against the whole dont think just write. write about middle. i havnt really written about the concept of middle at all.
doug
am i in the middle of my life, it doesn’t seem so. but i’m pretty close to it, after your thirties nothing seems to change much. and i don’t think it will for me, i don;t think i;lll have anything exciting happen in my life later on. it’s now or never. either something happens now, or nothing happens for me in my later life. how depressing. i’m at the end of my life, while i’m only in the middle of it. i’m at the end of my life when i’m only eighteen. only eighteen and i have nothing left to live for. i mean, how does it get better from here? what can get better than this? and i don’t say that because my life is great right now, cause it’s not. but i have some serious doubts that it’s going to get better. so far, things have only gotten wrose for me. sure, occasionally, things seem better for a while, but then they just get worse, and i notice that they only got better to show what i’m missing out on normally. so that first guy i was ever with, yeah that was fun while it lasted, but it didn’t last long, and my life was so much worse after it, so i wish it hadn’t happened in the first place.
s. b. h.
I don’t want to be the middle. Unremarkable. I want to stand out. We all need to stand out. Take out the middle. We all can shine, we all have ourselves. Step out of the middle. Shine like you know you can.
Graham
Being stuck in the middle is often the worst experience. Middle child syndrome is probably the most extreme case of this – except of course being stuck between two sweaty men on and airplane. There is very little that you can say positively about the middle.
Amber
Everything is in the middle sometimes. The middle is not to the left, but not to the right, it is inbetween, just in the middle. So what’s going on with your middle. That sounds kinda sexual. But not really. But sorta cuz ur middle is where ur repropductive organs are. Thereby, it is sorta sexual. But w/e, I’m in the MIDDLE of writing about the word “middle”. Wow I’m funny. I’m just freaking hilarious. Uh…. sooo what’s up with the two Ds in the middle of the word middle. Why couldn’t there just be one. It would sound the exact same wouldn’t it… Unless that would turn it into Mydal. That’d just be quirky.
Duncan
the center. getting centered. How to get centered though meditation. Sitting quietly and being aware of what is going on areound you not listening to the distractions on the world not hearing what else is going on auroung you in the wold.
larry
in the middle of the sentece he got caught when he first heard the phone ringing. he then realised it had been ringing for about 30 seconds. he decided to let it pass since the caller might be on hte vegre of hanging up. however the bell more than expected
aaron colin
age. something i never see myself being. i don’t want a midlife crisis. i don’t need a car or a boat or a flat screen tv. i want to live my life according to my own rules and passions. screw everything else.
kate
Stuck. I feel stuck. I see my older brother. Independent. Free. My younger sister. The favorite. Loved. And me. Stuck in the middle.
nsara448
there’s a road by my house called middle road. it’s in between railroad tracks. i don’t know any middle children. i’m always the middle-man (i guess it’s woman). middle is actually a very pretty word. i never thought about it before.
Melissa
I’m a middle child. I fight for the oldest, and I defend the youngest. I always am fighting to be heard, and trying to be ignored. Being in the middle is like being a solid ghost. Only there when your needed, and gone when your not.
Paige
The middle is the even. There is nothing wrong with middle, but nothing right. It’s just what it is. Not to hot, not too cold. Not too high, nor low. No one hates the middle, except the person in it.
Coinflipper
I am never in the middle, only on the outskirts. All three hundred and sixty degrees are full, and i’m the other degree, trying to make its way in, but never actually fits.
anonymous
middle is the middle i don’t know how to explain it but it’s the center. my middle name is casino i’m in the middle of a lot of things. the middle is great. i love the middle. it’s better than the sides. i love it. middle of the earth. middle. middle. what can i say. it’s in between something. in the middle.
anthony
i’m in the middle of a crossroads. i’m always in the middle of something, never at the end of it. i wonder will i ever reach the end? or will there always be a middle? The middles of somethings are good, while the middles of somethings confusing and just plain frustrating.
PinkLovesParis
in the middle was the meat. between fat, chewy pieces of bread. It’s what counts; it’s the heart. It’s over.
ian
once i was in the middle. it was a great experience. one to my left, one to my right. it truley was amazing. i learned so much in the middle. so much that i forgot all of it. i cant even remember how i got there. or even why. all i know is that while i was in the middle, i had the time of my life.
tom
just stuck in the middle of here and where I want to be. I’m too big for where I am and I just can’t see.
Amanda
child. of the night. to the middle of the page. you’re almost there. keep going. out of breath. i’m dying. race. same. sandwich insides. elddim. lalallaa.
kim
I was in the middle of my thoughts. I was totally into them when I heard a noise. It was out of the ordinary, so I was taken aback from how I am normally composed. I look around, I dont seem to realize that the noise was coming from me. I was groaning. It was a groan that I didnt realize that I would have made, until I thought about how I was sitting, alone, afraid, and completely inane.
Angela
I am a middle child. A middle sister. A middle of the world girl. I am halfway to the middle part of my life. I feel like I have so much to do, so much to prove before I reach there. I’m scared, I’m ready, I’m so ready. I can not wait to be there. Be proud
brandi
Its Where You’re In Between To People or Things.
You’re Caught In The Middle :]
I Like To Be In The Middle of Group Hugs.
Alisha Dawn
Middle of nowhere. She runs through the light to find him, but ends in a vast emptiness. She finds him waiting, as usual. There is nothing that can save him from her graces, from every single moment they had together. Even now, even in this little span of time where he might actually need her. He can only look distant while she clings to him, hugs him with all of her self. She finds herself in the middle of nowhere.
Anne Busby
I guess that the middle is the common ground. We think that we can raise up into the heavens and climb the latter but in the end of the day, maybe it’s where the real people are… in the middle… together.
KYle
top middle bottom. the abdomen.
Stuck in the Middle with You
All You Need is Love.
We are in the middle of a recession?
So what?
What does that mean?
How does that work?
And then there’s the middle of the Oreo, which is really gross.
All these middles, and where is the end?
mary jo osborne
It’s the ground where i normally stand. I cant seem to sway to far from this point. It is a boring normal stance, but one the many are comfortable with. Most find themselves there by default.
Mike
Middle of nowhere,
middle of nothing.
It’s the state of things,
An underlying thought of escape.
I don’t know anymore,
But the middle is where I wander.
It’s the center of the universe,
Everything to me and my thoughts.
justin dotson
In the middle of the darkness,
I can’t even being to look for the light.
(The first thing I see
is the grey,
the halfway in-between.)
Stretch out toward the
places where the world meets;
the shoreline, the sand
and the cool ocean of salty tears.
in the middle of the night she heard a wierd sound. she was so scared she didnt want to get out of bed. but she knew if she didnt at least go see what it was she would never be able to sleep. so she got up as quietly as she could.
we were in the middle of road, screaming into the dark sky, nobody could stop us. we were so in sync. the snowflakes fell arround us, lightly. no where to run they thought, no where to hide. their screams echoes into the night.
In the middle of the night, I lay in the middle of my bed looking at the middle of my ceiling. Gently massaging the middle of my abdomen, I thought of how ridiculous it was for me to get myself into the middle of their argument, again!
the middle is where i belong.
holding the hands of each of you.
of each of them.
i am the middle,
i am the half way point of importance.
not quite there,
but always there.
i am the middle.
you can’t be meet me there, i already am.
middle child, kingdom, middle lifem middle of the road, middie, midriff, the middle child is conflicted, the middle way is conservative, middle is safe, middle is boring, middle is only average, but very comfortable. I’m a middle child. I’m a middle child of a middle child. Where does that leave me? I don’t have a middle child. Do I have forever here?
I’m squeezed in the middle. Smack dab in the middle. Chips ahoy.
I have two decisions ahead of me. I can choose the friendship, or I can choose the love that isn’t exactly official. I hate uncertainty because I don’t trust. So once again, I’m squeezed in the middle, smack dab in the middle. And I’ll still doubt.
I’ve never been in the middle of anything. I’m always at the bottom. Very rarely the top. Bottom of the class, bottom of the barrel, bottom of the bag, that’s essentially where I stay.
I was in the middle of two very tall things. One was a tower and another was a very tall man. His name was Henry. Henry was a middle child, born in the middle east. I wondered if Henry was really his name. Henry didn’t speak any English, so our communication was limited and sometimes confused. The whole time we were there there seemed like there was something in between us.
child …they always have issues. Of course that’s coming from someone who is the oldest. Sometimes its good to be in the middle of something….like an Oreo sometimes its not like an argument.
the best. it’s fair, reasoned. able. agile. not left, right. balanced. unobtainable? ideal. It’s what I am, or think I am. Or hope to be.
Represents, hopefully, the best of extremes.
i was in the middle of dinner when the phone rang and it was my cousin, she is the middle of three siblings, she has
The middle is a place of balance, a place of equality. The middle is a place of peace and a place of high stress at times. The middle is both productive and problematic.
middle. malcom in the.great show, i jsut went back to fix a typo.
is that against the rules?
can i do that, kinda feels like im cheating, its against the whole dont think just write. write about middle. i havnt really written about the concept of middle at all.
am i in the middle of my life, it doesn’t seem so. but i’m pretty close to it, after your thirties nothing seems to change much. and i don’t think it will for me, i don;t think i;lll have anything exciting happen in my life later on. it’s now or never. either something happens now, or nothing happens for me in my later life. how depressing. i’m at the end of my life, while i’m only in the middle of it. i’m at the end of my life when i’m only eighteen. only eighteen and i have nothing left to live for. i mean, how does it get better from here? what can get better than this? and i don’t say that because my life is great right now, cause it’s not. but i have some serious doubts that it’s going to get better. so far, things have only gotten wrose for me. sure, occasionally, things seem better for a while, but then they just get worse, and i notice that they only got better to show what i’m missing out on normally. so that first guy i was ever with, yeah that was fun while it lasted, but it didn’t last long, and my life was so much worse after it, so i wish it hadn’t happened in the first place.
I don’t want to be the middle. Unremarkable. I want to stand out. We all need to stand out. Take out the middle. We all can shine, we all have ourselves. Step out of the middle. Shine like you know you can.
Being stuck in the middle is often the worst experience. Middle child syndrome is probably the most extreme case of this – except of course being stuck between two sweaty men on and airplane. There is very little that you can say positively about the middle.
Everything is in the middle sometimes. The middle is not to the left, but not to the right, it is inbetween, just in the middle. So what’s going on with your middle. That sounds kinda sexual. But not really. But sorta cuz ur middle is where ur repropductive organs are. Thereby, it is sorta sexual. But w/e, I’m in the MIDDLE of writing about the word “middle”. Wow I’m funny. I’m just freaking hilarious. Uh…. sooo what’s up with the two Ds in the middle of the word middle. Why couldn’t there just be one. It would sound the exact same wouldn’t it… Unless that would turn it into Mydal. That’d just be quirky.
the center. getting centered. How to get centered though meditation. Sitting quietly and being aware of what is going on areound you not listening to the distractions on the world not hearing what else is going on auroung you in the wold.
in the middle of the sentece he got caught when he first heard the phone ringing. he then realised it had been ringing for about 30 seconds. he decided to let it pass since the caller might be on hte vegre of hanging up. however the bell more than expected
age. something i never see myself being. i don’t want a midlife crisis. i don’t need a car or a boat or a flat screen tv. i want to live my life according to my own rules and passions. screw everything else.
Stuck. I feel stuck. I see my older brother. Independent. Free. My younger sister. The favorite. Loved. And me. Stuck in the middle.
there’s a road by my house called middle road. it’s in between railroad tracks. i don’t know any middle children. i’m always the middle-man (i guess it’s woman). middle is actually a very pretty word. i never thought about it before.
I’m a middle child. I fight for the oldest, and I defend the youngest. I always am fighting to be heard, and trying to be ignored. Being in the middle is like being a solid ghost. Only there when your needed, and gone when your not.
The middle is the even. There is nothing wrong with middle, but nothing right. It’s just what it is. Not to hot, not too cold. Not too high, nor low. No one hates the middle, except the person in it.
I am never in the middle, only on the outskirts. All three hundred and sixty degrees are full, and i’m the other degree, trying to make its way in, but never actually fits.
middle is the middle i don’t know how to explain it but it’s the center. my middle name is casino i’m in the middle of a lot of things. the middle is great. i love the middle. it’s better than the sides. i love it. middle of the earth. middle. middle. what can i say. it’s in between something. in the middle.
i’m in the middle of a crossroads. i’m always in the middle of something, never at the end of it. i wonder will i ever reach the end? or will there always be a middle? The middles of somethings are good, while the middles of somethings confusing and just plain frustrating.
in the middle was the meat. between fat, chewy pieces of bread. It’s what counts; it’s the heart. It’s over.
once i was in the middle. it was a great experience. one to my left, one to my right. it truley was amazing. i learned so much in the middle. so much that i forgot all of it. i cant even remember how i got there. or even why. all i know is that while i was in the middle, i had the time of my life.
just stuck in the middle of here and where I want to be. I’m too big for where I am and I just can’t see.
child. of the night. to the middle of the page. you’re almost there. keep going. out of breath. i’m dying. race. same. sandwich insides. elddim. lalallaa.
I was in the middle of my thoughts. I was totally into them when I heard a noise. It was out of the ordinary, so I was taken aback from how I am normally composed. I look around, I dont seem to realize that the noise was coming from me. I was groaning. It was a groan that I didnt realize that I would have made, until I thought about how I was sitting, alone, afraid, and completely inane.
I am a middle child. A middle sister. A middle of the world girl. I am halfway to the middle part of my life. I feel like I have so much to do, so much to prove before I reach there. I’m scared, I’m ready, I’m so ready. I can not wait to be there. Be proud
Its Where You’re In Between To People or Things.
You’re Caught In The Middle :]
I Like To Be In The Middle of Group Hugs.
Middle of nowhere. She runs through the light to find him, but ends in a vast emptiness. She finds him waiting, as usual. There is nothing that can save him from her graces, from every single moment they had together. Even now, even in this little span of time where he might actually need her. He can only look distant while she clings to him, hugs him with all of her self. She finds herself in the middle of nowhere.
I guess that the middle is the common ground. We think that we can raise up into the heavens and climb the latter but in the end of the day, maybe it’s where the real people are… in the middle… together.
top middle bottom. the abdomen.
Stuck in the Middle with You
All You Need is Love.
We are in the middle of a recession?
So what?
What does that mean?
How does that work?
And then there’s the middle of the Oreo, which is really gross.
All these middles, and where is the end?
It’s the ground where i normally stand. I cant seem to sway to far from this point. It is a boring normal stance, but one the many are comfortable with. Most find themselves there by default.
Middle of nowhere,
middle of nothing.
It’s the state of things,
An underlying thought of escape.
I don’t know anymore,
But the middle is where I wander.
It’s the center of the universe,
Everything to me and my thoughts.
In the middle of the darkness,
I can’t even being to look for the light.
(The first thing I see
is the grey,
the halfway in-between.)
Stretch out toward the
places where the world meets;
the shoreline, the sand
and the cool ocean of salty tears.