I’ve never had to try before to make myself not like someone. What am I doing with my life? Why won’t anyone help me. Hello? Am I a square? Is that why no one likes me? I guess so..
I love squares. The way they shape is unpredictable in place of others. Squares are not round but you’d like to think they are. There’s much more to ‘squares’ than a person would have to think. The way they curve so perfectly is something everyone wishes to have. Square, four sides or perfection.
the square had its four corners perfectly polished–sharp like the elbows of 1950s business men climbing on the Pennsylvania RR’s Paoli local, heading into the city to make a day’s living. This square could have encompassed so many. But it was the head-up, feet-down man whom it was made to frame.
Square was a word we used for someone that we refer now to as a “geek”. They were quiet, smart, embarrassed to be that. They didn’t understand the adventure of rebellion, they were almost naive.
Jonathan traversed the town square briskly, knowing that if he did not get to his meeting on time that he would be subsequently fired. On the way, passing through grocer’s marts stacked with fruit and hot dog stands run by a somewhat Eastern European man surely looking to just make a quick buck
He walked into the square and looked around. He didn’t know who this mysterious person was, or what they wanted with him. He only knew that he sensed that somehow, everything depended on this meeting, and that it was going to change his life more than he knew.
Squares wear glasses. Yes they do. Squares wear glasses. But, do you? Squares have four sides, 2 less than a cube. Cubes are 3D and squares are 2D and all I’m writing is nonsense.
a square is like a rectangle, so sharp and point i wanna eat it why is it so square oh my god. squares are used in math a lot. i think they would be the second hardest shape to draw after a circle.
It was large and blue and filled the sky up lie a dream. I hoped to never see it again. It came at me relentlessly and as I stared up at it I knew this was my fate, this was my way
I love squares because every square is a bit different to the others. some squares have market on it, other squres are for punishment. a square don’t have to be a quadrat it can also be a circle.
The square is where it all starts, some may think its a circle but actually it is a square, a square is a box, where we sit and hide and then at some point we open it and come out!
i got this word last time. i don’t like squares. i said that last time. remember? of course not. well as i was saying squares are far too logical for me.
The square was large and blue. I suppose it was acutually a rectangle, but we’ll call it a square. It had the word police box on the top. Anyone could tell that it was actually a police box, but no one would tell her that. To her it was a just a blue square.
you and me squared
creates a family
with each of us
multiplied by ourselves
and added together
with a dash of each other
makes a perfect
four cornered
life.
The room was perfectly square, the walls were perfectly polished, and the cold steel shone. I looked around at my new home. The padded walls. No windows. I didn’t belong in an asylum. I was sure of it…
The square is a rectangle, but not a rectangle. I never could figure out if the square was a rectangle or the rectangle was a square. People who had geometry so easy understood it, but not me. I’m an algebra girl. So the square is a mystery to me.
What is square? Is it what society is? Or is society round? People argue that society would be better if it were square, but that is not true. We all need round. We all need circles. That never ending cycle of flowing, of reincarnation, of everything. No not square. Circle
On the other side of the river i see a house with square windows and i wonder who live inside. No-one ever goes in or out and i think it might be haunted. I look at it every time i wall past, the square windows always boarded up and the door always closed.
Whenever I think of a square, I think of one thing and one thing only. The end of our human race. Why, you may ask? I have yet to figure this out myself. But one day, when we all disappear due to the mystical power of an overpowering square, you’ll all thank me for sharing this little nugget of knowledge
Square isn’t right. That can’t be it. It doesn’t fit! I’m thinking of hearts and circles…eternity. Squares aren’t eternal. They bend and crack and turn. Too much thought behind them. Too hard. Let’s keep it simple shall we? A circle. Maybe for your finger.
To find herself here, at this time was unacceptable. She’s a square, not one for the cool crowd. Why had she come. As Delaney decided to leave, resigned to the fact that she wasn’t his type, Mr. Wonderful appeared before her. He seemed relieved to see her.
Square… such an odd term. It is a shape, a meaningful symbol but perhaps it is much more than just that. We see them every day, fading in our memories. It is so simple, yet we never forget it. How I wish this applied to more than just a simple square. What if this concept applied to our entire lives. Imagine- remembering our lives in such vivid detail and in such simplicity it is… beautiful.
They marched around the square, faces resolute. She watched closely, fiddling with the ribbon on her dress. It fell, limp and creased, from her shaking hands as the horns blared with indignation. Across the street, Mrs Larsby’s oversized peacock feathers quivered beside vibrant silk as she attempted to contain herself.
He punched him square in the face.
“David, stop!” I yelled. I looked at Kyle who was on the floor, blood gushing from his nose. “David, it’s okay.” I tried to console him.
“No it’s not. Don’t try to protect him.” The way David looked at me was hard, but loving. The way he looked at Kyle wasn’t nearly as nice.
Whenever I think of squares I immediately think of geometry class Freshman year, and how all the degree measures are equal, not like a rhombus, and all the sides are parallel and have equal lengths. Who knows, maybe I study to much if the first thing I think of is school.
pumpkins are not square
I’ve never had to try before to make myself not like someone. What am I doing with my life? Why won’t anyone help me. Hello? Am I a square? Is that why no one likes me? I guess so..
I love squares. The way they shape is unpredictable in place of others. Squares are not round but you’d like to think they are. There’s much more to ‘squares’ than a person would have to think. The way they curve so perfectly is something everyone wishes to have. Square, four sides or perfection.
the square had its four corners perfectly polished–sharp like the elbows of 1950s business men climbing on the Pennsylvania RR’s Paoli local, heading into the city to make a day’s living. This square could have encompassed so many. But it was the head-up, feet-down man whom it was made to frame.
Being called a square is no bother. I am safe. I am ordinary. I have right angles and avoid wrong turns.
I work well with others and will be where I am needed.
I am sturdy.
I am strong.
I am square.
Square was a word we used for someone that we refer now to as a “geek”. They were quiet, smart, embarrassed to be that. They didn’t understand the adventure of rebellion, they were almost naive.
Jonathan traversed the town square briskly, knowing that if he did not get to his meeting on time that he would be subsequently fired. On the way, passing through grocer’s marts stacked with fruit and hot dog stands run by a somewhat Eastern European man surely looking to just make a quick buck
Squared circle,
Febernacis’ numbers everywhere.
Mysteries engrained in nature.
He walked into the square and looked around. He didn’t know who this mysterious person was, or what they wanted with him. He only knew that he sensed that somehow, everything depended on this meeting, and that it was going to change his life more than he knew.
Squares wear glasses. Yes they do. Squares wear glasses. But, do you? Squares have four sides, 2 less than a cube. Cubes are 3D and squares are 2D and all I’m writing is nonsense.
a square is like a rectangle, so sharp and point i wanna eat it why is it so square oh my god. squares are used in math a lot. i think they would be the second hardest shape to draw after a circle.
It was large and blue and filled the sky up lie a dream. I hoped to never see it again. It came at me relentlessly and as I stared up at it I knew this was my fate, this was my way
seeing squares, where they should be cubes. you’re missing dimensions.
I love squares because every square is a bit different to the others. some squares have market on it, other squres are for punishment. a square don’t have to be a quadrat it can also be a circle.
The square is the appitimisation on manmade objects.
They are the opposite of a circle, the opposite of nature.
The square is where it all starts, some may think its a circle but actually it is a square, a square is a box, where we sit and hide and then at some point we open it and come out!
i got this word last time. i don’t like squares. i said that last time. remember? of course not. well as i was saying squares are far too logical for me.
The square was large and blue. I suppose it was acutually a rectangle, but we’ll call it a square. It had the word police box on the top. Anyone could tell that it was actually a police box, but no one would tell her that. To her it was a just a blue square.
you and me squared
creates a family
with each of us
multiplied by ourselves
and added together
with a dash of each other
makes a perfect
four cornered
life.
a square is square. it it like a box. a door. a table. it is like nothing from nature.
The room was perfectly square, the walls were perfectly polished, and the cold steel shone. I looked around at my new home. The padded walls. No windows. I didn’t belong in an asylum. I was sure of it…
I want take you to the country fair,
We can dance the box Square,
Just make sure you use Nair,
And I’ll eat you like a summer pear…
something that reminds me of math,something that doesnt seem cool, so …..not interesting just the most boring thing ever! like math
Cereal pours out of the top. Tiger face smiling back but why?
The square is a rectangle, but not a rectangle. I never could figure out if the square was a rectangle or the rectangle was a square. People who had geometry so easy understood it, but not me. I’m an algebra girl. So the square is a mystery to me.
4 sides. shape. geometry green. different sizes 4 equal side. flat. 4 corners. closed. perfect A rectangle. symbol.
What is square? Is it what society is? Or is society round? People argue that society would be better if it were square, but that is not true. We all need round. We all need circles. That never ending cycle of flowing, of reincarnation, of everything. No not square. Circle
On the other side of the river i see a house with square windows and i wonder who live inside. No-one ever goes in or out and i think it might be haunted. I look at it every time i wall past, the square windows always boarded up and the door always closed.
even and sharp. It could contain anything. All of your wildest dreams. You see eyes
Whenever I think of a square, I think of one thing and one thing only. The end of our human race. Why, you may ask? I have yet to figure this out myself. But one day, when we all disappear due to the mystical power of an overpowering square, you’ll all thank me for sharing this little nugget of knowledge
I can’t be expected to just write something about squares.
I don’t even know much about them.
I like circles better.
Square isn’t right. That can’t be it. It doesn’t fit! I’m thinking of hearts and circles…eternity. Squares aren’t eternal. They bend and crack and turn. Too much thought behind them. Too hard. Let’s keep it simple shall we? A circle. Maybe for your finger.
To find herself here, at this time was unacceptable. She’s a square, not one for the cool crowd. Why had she come. As Delaney decided to leave, resigned to the fact that she wasn’t his type, Mr. Wonderful appeared before her. He seemed relieved to see her.
Square… such an odd term. It is a shape, a meaningful symbol but perhaps it is much more than just that. We see them every day, fading in our memories. It is so simple, yet we never forget it. How I wish this applied to more than just a simple square. What if this concept applied to our entire lives. Imagine- remembering our lives in such vivid detail and in such simplicity it is… beautiful.
They marched around the square, faces resolute. She watched closely, fiddling with the ribbon on her dress. It fell, limp and creased, from her shaking hands as the horns blared with indignation. Across the street, Mrs Larsby’s oversized peacock feathers quivered beside vibrant silk as she attempted to contain herself.
He punched him square in the face.
“David, stop!” I yelled. I looked at Kyle who was on the floor, blood gushing from his nose. “David, it’s okay.” I tried to console him.
“No it’s not. Don’t try to protect him.” The way David looked at me was hard, but loving. The way he looked at Kyle wasn’t nearly as nice.
Whenever I think of squares I immediately think of geometry class Freshman year, and how all the degree measures are equal, not like a rhombus, and all the sides are parallel and have equal lengths. Who knows, maybe I study to much if the first thing I think of is school.
A fullness becoming one again. A square can also be one that may stand differently from the rest. Unique to their owners
Square is a geometry figure or a place in the city, usually downtown.
square root,man, square. L7, (fingers showing pattern), square, old, fat, solid and stolid and cantankerous.