tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36164294658467974632024-03-14T01:30:39.491-07:00Between : October 2011Every month, NaBloPoMo has a new theme, and this month it's 'Between'. This means, every day of this month, I will be posting a new story / poem / song / other creative outlet that relates to this theme.Kaideehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10129972802036709024noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616429465846797463.post-1516111120880031212011-10-05T02:13:00.000-07:002011-10-05T02:14:31.708-07:00Every Person<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Every song has a meaning,</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Every person has a dream,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Every maniac has a scheme</div><div style="text-align: left;">Every book has a page. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Yet between all of these things</div><div style="text-align: left;">Lies the potential of here and there - </div><div style="text-align: left;">The desire to meet and attain a goal</div><div style="text-align: left;">Achieve that which we do not expect. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Of ourselves, we ask a lot. </div><div style="text-align: left;">Bills need to be paid,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Cars need to be driven and fixed,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Rent needs to be paid. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Of others, we ask even more.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Don't hurt me, </div><div style="text-align: left;">Don't make me feel. </div><div style="text-align: left;">Don't break my heart. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">It takes a lot to live life - </div><div style="text-align: left;">Yet it's those that push the boundaries,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Test their limits and stay up late,</div><div style="text-align: left;">That truly live, and live well. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I wish more people tried.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Tried to live and hope and dream - </div><div style="text-align: left;">I know there are more creators out there. </div><div style="text-align: left;">I know more people have dreamed. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">So why then do they deny themselves?</div><div style="text-align: left;">Why do we tell ourselves no,</div><div style="text-align: left;">When what we really want </div><div style="text-align: left;">Is just a bit beyond our reach? </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Test yourself, push yourself.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Sometimes you'll find things</div><div style="text-align: left;">Are not quite what they seemed,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Not quite that far away. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">October 5, 2011</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiF_nBuVHsGFCsriJMaX6lrXE1SC0y2iKVxt4TZc9tjwrgVEf8UDQLwZOYhblo6m6S2zq9uPWkxtLrYqoHdgHEzxAtZOGTkhwFsd4s5xu92NQkGaMxWTTvG-wLrrbN99WYWpXsrsPt_yLH/s1600/Oct.Between.1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiF_nBuVHsGFCsriJMaX6lrXE1SC0y2iKVxt4TZc9tjwrgVEf8UDQLwZOYhblo6m6S2zq9uPWkxtLrYqoHdgHEzxAtZOGTkhwFsd4s5xu92NQkGaMxWTTvG-wLrrbN99WYWpXsrsPt_yLH/s1600/Oct.Between.1.png" /></a></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div>Kaideehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10129972802036709024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616429465846797463.post-85566963977250309262011-10-05T02:05:00.000-07:002011-10-05T02:06:00.808-07:00Between here and there<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Between here and there lies a world, </div></div><div style="text-align: left;">a plethora of places that I may never see. </div><div style="text-align: left;">But between you and me, </div><div style="text-align: left;">the only thing between here and there is </div><div style="text-align: left;">Me. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I want to stand by your side,</div><div style="text-align: left;">See the world through your eyes. </div><div style="text-align: left;">I wish every night that I didn't - </div><div style="text-align: left;">Didn't feel this way, didn't want. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Between here and there lies a desk, </div><div style="text-align: left;">Wooden and painted all white. </div><div style="text-align: left;">Keys of many types and fonts</div><div style="text-align: left;">Keep me from you. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I want to stand in your shoes, </div><div style="text-align: left;">See as you do. </div><div style="text-align: left;">I wish every night I could - </div><div style="text-align: left;">Could touch you, and feel you myself. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Between here and there lies a wall,</div><div style="text-align: left;">A wall that I put up myself.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I wish every night it would break - </div><div style="text-align: left;">Break down until there's nothing left. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I want to see what you see,</div><div style="text-align: left;">And I want you to touch me,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Feel me the way I wish - </div><div style="text-align: left;">Wish for silence, not sound, nor fears. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Between here and there lies a bush,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Green and leafy as bushes should be. </div><div style="text-align: left;">I can't break it down - </div><div style="text-align: left;">Down to the bits and pieces it is. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">The truth is,</div><div style="text-align: left;">A grain of sand could lie between us</div><div style="text-align: left;">And that grain of sand would be an ocean. </div><div style="text-align: left;">An ocean I can't cross. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Without you on my mind,</div><div style="text-align: left;">In my heart and in my eyes,</div><div style="text-align: left;">I can't break down the wall, </div><div style="text-align: left;">Nor the desk or bush. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">It seems like so little,</div><div style="text-align: left;">But to me, it's so much. </div><div style="text-align: left;">Stop doing this to me - </div><div style="text-align: left;">Stop forcing me to want. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">It's a sad, cruel world</div><div style="text-align: left;">That lies within my grasp,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Yet the only world I want</div><div style="text-align: left;">Is a whole world away. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">October 4, 2011</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCzIXxDaUBbuDLHxv7rwEAaHD81wfYQEIaIWtfb4IZfqG_6UwSgzD0cr1cu84enTp2Ks1_0f5-vgy9KVOnrxuzKjGixGhTUWw77az6W8QEc9RRh4_exCD8WGucl0a5BvE6aOJrS6MXCcP7/s1600/Oct.Between.1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCzIXxDaUBbuDLHxv7rwEAaHD81wfYQEIaIWtfb4IZfqG_6UwSgzD0cr1cu84enTp2Ks1_0f5-vgy9KVOnrxuzKjGixGhTUWw77az6W8QEc9RRh4_exCD8WGucl0a5BvE6aOJrS6MXCcP7/s1600/Oct.Between.1.png" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div>Kaideehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10129972802036709024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616429465846797463.post-45642315831447191272011-10-03T23:42:00.000-07:002011-10-03T23:42:18.814-07:00The In-BetweenThere's a crazy little time<br />
What I like to call<br />
'The In-Between'<br />
'Cuz to me,<br />
There's with you<br />
And without you<br />
And 'the in-between'.<br />
<br />
Being in the in-between<br />
Breaks my cold, frail heart<br />
Tearin' down, oh tearin' down<br />
My hopes and fragile dreams.<br />
<br />
What I mean to say<br />
Is that the in-between<br />
Tears me up and breaks me down -<br />
Hot tears and cold looks,<br />
Heated caresses and innocent brushes.<br />
<br />
Tear me up,<br />
And break me down -<br />
The in-between's such a<br />
Shattering ground!<br />
Oh tear me up,<br />
And break me down,<br />
'Cuz I can't stand<br />
Bein' like this,<br />
Alone, yet so with you.<br />
<br />
Tear me up,<br />
And break me down<br />
'Cuz my heart<br />
Is not in tune.<br />
Sing me to sleep<br />
Or wake me up quick<br />
'Cuz this in-between stuff -<br />
You know it's the pits.<br />
<br />
Being in the in-between<br />
Breaks my cold, frail heart<br />
Tearin' down, oh tearin' down<br />
My hopes and fragile dreams.<br />
<br />
Oh tear me up!<br />
And break me down!<br />
'Cuz I can't stand<br />
Bein' like this!<br />
Alone, yet so with you...<br />
<div style="text-align: right;">October 3, 2011</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7CQZhZGaTWA55lkbWqCG1hGJtgMs-oHtAmtmxJSF72bk69-NOJCPif4aIuwGabeJPj_pQDL3BiDvqJybYi6N6lsLeg_2RmtwrwPYqG03xRIYRwwX4rwVkJFqothw7X5HuJYxTjbJl9I2U/s1600/Oct.Between.1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7CQZhZGaTWA55lkbWqCG1hGJtgMs-oHtAmtmxJSF72bk69-NOJCPif4aIuwGabeJPj_pQDL3BiDvqJybYi6N6lsLeg_2RmtwrwPYqG03xRIYRwwX4rwVkJFqothw7X5HuJYxTjbJl9I2U/s1600/Oct.Between.1.png" /></a></div>Kaideehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10129972802036709024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616429465846797463.post-4135988463145685422011-10-02T23:33:00.000-07:002011-10-03T23:53:27.041-07:00Between You and MeThey say innocence is bliss<br />
<div>And I tend to agree.</div><div>How else could I live with</div><div>Knowing you never loved me?</div><div><br />
</div><div>It's a sad kind of peace</div><div>That comes with a phone call</div><div>The one that says </div><div>'Is this Mr. X's girlfriend?'</div><div><br />
</div><div>And I say yes - </div><div>I don't know how else to answer.</div><div>And then I hear, after a beat, </div><div>'This is his wife.'</div><div><br />
</div><div>What do you do,</div><div>When your heart gets torn out of you?</div><div>When your chest seizes up</div><div>And your breath gets short. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Be still, my heart. </div><div>Between you and me,</div><div>It's a sad kind of peace</div><div>That comes with a call. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Do you love me? </div><div>Did you ever? </div><div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;">October 2, 2011</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvV2RwsjqobFWsPPKNqZKbia9-VV-Rbu_fAFWESdm8ohga6UecOTLCel_Q2pkUzPFYVJ1WgZLTQMOxXHUgzigK0CprFbXwQ2kpXdhiH8TSdhZvrFrMMRI8-UcZ3N-MTGfWk32grmf_fsvz/s1600/Oct.Between.1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvV2RwsjqobFWsPPKNqZKbia9-VV-Rbu_fAFWESdm8ohga6UecOTLCel_Q2pkUzPFYVJ1WgZLTQMOxXHUgzigK0CprFbXwQ2kpXdhiH8TSdhZvrFrMMRI8-UcZ3N-MTGfWk32grmf_fsvz/s1600/Oct.Between.1.png" /></a></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div>Kaideehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10129972802036709024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3616429465846797463.post-85211796138795930172011-10-02T22:45:00.000-07:002011-10-02T23:07:53.688-07:00Between Loving and Hating<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Between loving and hating,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I think I've got you covered. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You can't keep hiding from it all,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">From me, from them, or from yourself. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">No, it's not easy,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But we never wanted it to be!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We wanted it all,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The thrill, the hope, the heartbreak!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Between loving and hating, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I think I've got you covered.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You can't keep hiding from it all,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">From me, from them, or from yourself. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I wish I could say</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">'I love this new you!'</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But every time I see you,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My heart breaks in two. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Between loving and hating,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I think I've got you covered.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You can't keep hiding from it all, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">From me, from them, or from yourself. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Break it down, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Shake it up,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But never, ever</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Give up.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We weren't meant for this, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You and I. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So why do you hurt me</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">With every action you take?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Between loving and hating, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I think I've got you covered. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You can't keep hiding from it all,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">From me, From them, or from yourself. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;">October 1, 2011</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiF_nBuVHsGFCsriJMaX6lrXE1SC0y2iKVxt4TZc9tjwrgVEf8UDQLwZOYhblo6m6S2zq9uPWkxtLrYqoHdgHEzxAtZOGTkhwFsd4s5xu92NQkGaMxWTTvG-wLrrbN99WYWpXsrsPt_yLH/s1600/Oct.Between.1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiF_nBuVHsGFCsriJMaX6lrXE1SC0y2iKVxt4TZc9tjwrgVEf8UDQLwZOYhblo6m6S2zq9uPWkxtLrYqoHdgHEzxAtZOGTkhwFsd4s5xu92NQkGaMxWTTvG-wLrrbN99WYWpXsrsPt_yLH/s1600/Oct.Between.1.png" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiF_nBuVHsGFCsriJMaX6lrXE1SC0y2iKVxt4TZc9tjwrgVEf8UDQLwZOYhblo6m6S2zq9uPWkxtLrYqoHdgHEzxAtZOGTkhwFsd4s5xu92NQkGaMxWTTvG-wLrrbN99WYWpXsrsPt_yLH/s1600/Oct.Between.1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"></span></a></div>Kaideehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10129972802036709024noreply@blogger.com0