I have pairs of shoes, pairs of rainbows, pairs of sunglasses..
Paris, I have paris. The city of love, the city of birth, well, mine anyway… There are also pairs of people, as in German, when they say “Paare”, meaning couples. Back to love I guess. Love.. there’s not much to say about love. It fills you. There, that’s it.
Sarah
Pairs of pants. Why do pants come in pairs? And why are they so damn difficult to find when you need new ones? Other pairs exist. Pairs of underwear. That is also a weird use of the word pair. Some good things come in pairs, though.
Jamie
Is this the only word we get? If so, I will never write again. I do like this word, but I hope we get different words. It takes more than one word to express yourself. It’s like text based art.
“Pick a partner and get started.” The music had a beautiful rhythm and we swept across the dance floor, my hand at her waist, her eyes deep in mine. I don’t what went wrong, maybe her dress was just too long, my boots too slippery. One wrong turn, a slip and bam. My face hit the floor, and my nose was a smashed pudgy potato. I haven’t danced since.
tabularasa
They came in. Each one perfectly in-sync with its partner. Each pair perfectly in-sync with the pairs around them. Their movements were harsh and in time. There was nothing fluid about them. Nothing human. Nothing but robotic. No life or soul. No purpose other than to be controlled and do the bidding of another..
Pants shoes underwear
i love my boyfriend – we make a perfect pair
we are like 2 peas in a pod, only if one of them wants to be in the pod all day and the other is ready to explore the garden.
Jen
Things that come in pairs
Socks
shoes
people in love
eyes
feet
hands
turtle doves
Tiffany
I always fold my socks into pairs when I do the laundry. It makes it easier to find the socks I want in the morning, as it’s quicker to look for one thing than it is to look for two. I don’t actually wear socks that often, but I love to buy cute pairs whenever they’re on sale.
it’s the end of the world again
but this time there was civilization to crumble
so it took a little longer
in the meantime humanity took it upon itself
to self-destruct
too proud to let nature finish the job
poisoning plant food and the livestock that ate them
looting not banks but museums
assassinating not presidents but their children
girls painted their necks and arms with crude oil
like a new substitute for jewelry
arsonists saw their time to shine
forgetting individual houses in lieu of history
as for me, i wallpapered my room in monet
fucked bernini’s david in the remnants of my living room
and made counterfeit picassos
out of my friends’ faces
(they weren’t my friends anymore after that
they weren’t even blinking)
i don’t know where i first found you
but you’re here all the same
(i knew i loved you when you nearly cut out my eyes
for threatening a van gogh)
we’re holding hands like it’s normal
pretending we’re not pirates – because that’s what we are
only we’re pillaging for the glorious idea
that no one should be allowed to own anything at all
we got rid of beauty long ago
exhumed its corpse and beat it up some more
still, you come pretty close
and not a single inch of me twitches with the desire
to keep you with me forever
it’s the healthiest emotion i’ve ever felt
so i raise our fingers up to my lips
and kiss the part where our fists meet
this hand has stolen
this hand has killed
this hand has destroyed
but right now it’s bloodless and still, stupidly content to be
just a warm weight in yours.
couple, two, two people, twwo things, twins, shoes, mix, some, every, twice, a few, pants, sneakers, heel,
Paz
pairs can referred to as pairs of twins of pairs of jeans. anything two in number is a pair. a pair rhymes with pear with is a fruit. how about a pair of pears f?
astha
There are pairs everywhere in my apartment. Candelabras, decorative bowls, guest towels. It’s funny tho, there is only one of me. I’m not a pair. ,
Lori
Lots of things come in pairs. Shoes, glasses, pants. Wonder where that word came from. And why they use it for things that aren’t really pairs. Sure, shoes come in twos, but glasses are just one piece. Very strange. I don’t really know what else to write about “pairs” I am waiting for the time to end.
Emily
two pairs three pairs, they are all pairs one that is not meant to be a lone but always together just like a happy pair similar to couple?
mavis
Had a pair of scissors once but lot it due to a careless move i made. i became so desparate i had to loose it to survive.
mavis
of twins
of socks
of glasses
of shoes
of pants
of parents
of
A pair is something in two. It is incomplete when there is just one. One is not enough and three is too much.
A pair can come in all shapes and sizes and it doesn’t matter if they don’t match. They are a pair and that’s that.
Korein
“Alright girls, get in pairs for the next activity,” the horrible Mrs Briggs ordered, her frown even more prominent than normal. The wrinkles in her face seemed more defined today, her eyes even darker than usual.
Emma and I looked at each other and grinned.
Lindsay
Shoes com e in pairs, Earrings come in pairs, Eyes, ears, hands, feet all come in pairs. Pairs means two items that always come together. When you loose one the other is lonely.
Sharolyn
one two in a row with bait on its fingers comes the yellow animal it’s dog what a weather day in the time for a rush of goose feathers from the air to drop right down flat on your head in the middle of a metropolitan market that dreams of green things and becomes one someday
reluctant
double , always together
Tima
I can’t ever keep more than one together. They just disappear without a trace. I’ve turned over sofas, beds, and tables looking for them. I’ve learned not to get too attached, no matter how wonderful and unique they appear.
Everything comes in pairs. Success and defeat. Love and loss. Joy and pain. This is one of those facts of life that we all accept. But when she walked into my life, I forgot that there was another half of that pair waiting to strike, waiting to take what was most precious.
She stared down at the pairs of shoes. There were so very many and she was only allowed one guess as to which ones would be hers the rest of her life. It would determine everything: what job she had, how she walked, what she learned, and thus in turn, what she thought, who she was. One chance. One pair… out of thousands.
Pairs under the umbrella, arms over each others shoulders, folded edges on their jeans, trying not to dampen any part of fabric or hair but still splashing in puddles of fallen rain. The two girls walked on.
tan
once upon a time i own a pair of shoes and socks to share with my boyfriend as pairs. However, he lost one of it and we both have to find it by going in an adventure. It’s fun and lololol.
JK I don’t have a boyfriend but do have a crush and I love him.
Wish he’d find his sock soon.
Bambibiz
Magically, a pair of soft, woolen socks appeared, hanging by the window sill of the rusty house. In glee, she desperately ran and clutched onto it, her once pale, sickly face transforming into a brightly shining one.
They came in pairs, the animals, but not in the pairs I expected. A cow loped up with a bear, a flamingo waded at the shoreline with a flying fish darted and splashing alongside, and overhead a bat wheeled and turned about a giraffe’s lily-like ears.
Pairs. Sounds like au pairs. Except au paris don’t come in double. There’s something strangely comforting about things in pairs. As if the human need for companionship was anthropomorphised in shoes or cups.
Oli Slattery
Pairs of birds, mating for life; pairs of running shoes, some so toxic they are banned from the house before being washed; lost socks, no one to pair with at the sock party…is two the magic number or it three? Should there be a pair of children or is one enough?
they go inside in pairs, hands entwined and hoping for the best. they go out separated, looking forlorn and disgusted, staring at their hands, wishing unspeakable things. they were told that they were broken, impossible to fix. they were mislead. now, they’re irreversible shattered.
Would I still be myself as a pair? Or will I become only a flimsy half, one leg, one arm, one eye, unable to support myself without the other half?
Will others recognise my incompleteness? At what point do I lose half of myself? Have I already lost it?
Courtney
Pairs are people who belong together. I know I belong with him but I worry what other pairs and non pairs will think. I also worry if I myself will stop being myself, and become only my pair, if we decide to complete our paird-ness.
Oh pairs oh pairs, what mystery’s does this word create?
Courtney
What a glorious sight, to see the orphans has they gathered in pairs, to receive their gifts. It was a special occasion to recognize the achievement of owning their own home.
pairs.
why is everything in pairs?
shoes, chopsticks, arms..
well i guess it’s because we were made with pairs of appendages.
but why in pairs?
can’t we have 4 arms or something (like stitch’s arms. 2 arms are hidden, but at times of need, we can make them grow out of our bodies.)
I have pairs of shoes, pairs of rainbows, pairs of sunglasses..
Paris, I have paris. The city of love, the city of birth, well, mine anyway… There are also pairs of people, as in German, when they say “Paare”, meaning couples. Back to love I guess. Love.. there’s not much to say about love. It fills you. There, that’s it.
Pairs of pants. Why do pants come in pairs? And why are they so damn difficult to find when you need new ones? Other pairs exist. Pairs of underwear. That is also a weird use of the word pair. Some good things come in pairs, though.
Is this the only word we get? If so, I will never write again. I do like this word, but I hope we get different words. It takes more than one word to express yourself. It’s like text based art.
“Pick a partner and get started.” The music had a beautiful rhythm and we swept across the dance floor, my hand at her waist, her eyes deep in mine. I don’t what went wrong, maybe her dress was just too long, my boots too slippery. One wrong turn, a slip and bam. My face hit the floor, and my nose was a smashed pudgy potato. I haven’t danced since.
They came in. Each one perfectly in-sync with its partner. Each pair perfectly in-sync with the pairs around them. Their movements were harsh and in time. There was nothing fluid about them. Nothing human. Nothing but robotic. No life or soul. No purpose other than to be controlled and do the bidding of another..
Pants shoes underwear
i love my boyfriend – we make a perfect pair
we are like 2 peas in a pod, only if one of them wants to be in the pod all day and the other is ready to explore the garden.
Things that come in pairs
Socks
shoes
people in love
eyes
feet
hands
turtle doves
I always fold my socks into pairs when I do the laundry. It makes it easier to find the socks I want in the morning, as it’s quicker to look for one thing than it is to look for two. I don’t actually wear socks that often, but I love to buy cute pairs whenever they’re on sale.
it’s the end of the world again
but this time there was civilization to crumble
so it took a little longer
in the meantime humanity took it upon itself
to self-destruct
too proud to let nature finish the job
poisoning plant food and the livestock that ate them
looting not banks but museums
assassinating not presidents but their children
girls painted their necks and arms with crude oil
like a new substitute for jewelry
arsonists saw their time to shine
forgetting individual houses in lieu of history
as for me, i wallpapered my room in monet
fucked bernini’s david in the remnants of my living room
and made counterfeit picassos
out of my friends’ faces
(they weren’t my friends anymore after that
they weren’t even blinking)
i don’t know where i first found you
but you’re here all the same
(i knew i loved you when you nearly cut out my eyes
for threatening a van gogh)
we’re holding hands like it’s normal
pretending we’re not pirates – because that’s what we are
only we’re pillaging for the glorious idea
that no one should be allowed to own anything at all
we got rid of beauty long ago
exhumed its corpse and beat it up some more
still, you come pretty close
and not a single inch of me twitches with the desire
to keep you with me forever
it’s the healthiest emotion i’ve ever felt
so i raise our fingers up to my lips
and kiss the part where our fists meet
this hand has stolen
this hand has killed
this hand has destroyed
but right now it’s bloodless and still, stupidly content to be
just a warm weight in yours.
couple, two, two people, twwo things, twins, shoes, mix, some, every, twice, a few, pants, sneakers, heel,
pairs can referred to as pairs of twins of pairs of jeans. anything two in number is a pair. a pair rhymes with pear with is a fruit. how about a pair of pears f?
There are pairs everywhere in my apartment. Candelabras, decorative bowls, guest towels. It’s funny tho, there is only one of me. I’m not a pair. ,
Lots of things come in pairs. Shoes, glasses, pants. Wonder where that word came from. And why they use it for things that aren’t really pairs. Sure, shoes come in twos, but glasses are just one piece. Very strange. I don’t really know what else to write about “pairs” I am waiting for the time to end.
two pairs three pairs, they are all pairs one that is not meant to be a lone but always together just like a happy pair similar to couple?
Had a pair of scissors once but lot it due to a careless move i made. i became so desparate i had to loose it to survive.
of twins
of socks
of glasses
of shoes
of pants
of parents
of
A pair is something in two. It is incomplete when there is just one. One is not enough and three is too much.
A pair can come in all shapes and sizes and it doesn’t matter if they don’t match. They are a pair and that’s that.
“Alright girls, get in pairs for the next activity,” the horrible Mrs Briggs ordered, her frown even more prominent than normal. The wrinkles in her face seemed more defined today, her eyes even darker than usual.
Emma and I looked at each other and grinned.
Shoes com e in pairs, Earrings come in pairs, Eyes, ears, hands, feet all come in pairs. Pairs means two items that always come together. When you loose one the other is lonely.
one two in a row with bait on its fingers comes the yellow animal it’s dog what a weather day in the time for a rush of goose feathers from the air to drop right down flat on your head in the middle of a metropolitan market that dreams of green things and becomes one someday
double , always together
I can’t ever keep more than one together. They just disappear without a trace. I’ve turned over sofas, beds, and tables looking for them. I’ve learned not to get too attached, no matter how wonderful and unique they appear.
Everything comes in pairs. Success and defeat. Love and loss. Joy and pain. This is one of those facts of life that we all accept. But when she walked into my life, I forgot that there was another half of that pair waiting to strike, waiting to take what was most precious.
She stared down at the pairs of shoes. There were so very many and she was only allowed one guess as to which ones would be hers the rest of her life. It would determine everything: what job she had, how she walked, what she learned, and thus in turn, what she thought, who she was. One chance. One pair… out of thousands.
Pairs under the umbrella, arms over each others shoulders, folded edges on their jeans, trying not to dampen any part of fabric or hair but still splashing in puddles of fallen rain. The two girls walked on.
once upon a time i own a pair of shoes and socks to share with my boyfriend as pairs. However, he lost one of it and we both have to find it by going in an adventure. It’s fun and lololol.
JK I don’t have a boyfriend but do have a crush and I love him.
Wish he’d find his sock soon.
Magically, a pair of soft, woolen socks appeared, hanging by the window sill of the rusty house. In glee, she desperately ran and clutched onto it, her once pale, sickly face transforming into a brightly shining one.
They came in pairs, the animals, but not in the pairs I expected. A cow loped up with a bear, a flamingo waded at the shoreline with a flying fish darted and splashing alongside, and overhead a bat wheeled and turned about a giraffe’s lily-like ears.
Pairs. Sounds like au pairs. Except au paris don’t come in double. There’s something strangely comforting about things in pairs. As if the human need for companionship was anthropomorphised in shoes or cups.
Pairs of birds, mating for life; pairs of running shoes, some so toxic they are banned from the house before being washed; lost socks, no one to pair with at the sock party…is two the magic number or it three? Should there be a pair of children or is one enough?
they go inside in pairs, hands entwined and hoping for the best. they go out separated, looking forlorn and disgusted, staring at their hands, wishing unspeakable things. they were told that they were broken, impossible to fix. they were mislead. now, they’re irreversible shattered.
Would I still be myself as a pair? Or will I become only a flimsy half, one leg, one arm, one eye, unable to support myself without the other half?
Will others recognise my incompleteness? At what point do I lose half of myself? Have I already lost it?
Pairs are people who belong together. I know I belong with him but I worry what other pairs and non pairs will think. I also worry if I myself will stop being myself, and become only my pair, if we decide to complete our paird-ness.
Oh pairs oh pairs, what mystery’s does this word create?
What a glorious sight, to see the orphans has they gathered in pairs, to receive their gifts. It was a special occasion to recognize the achievement of owning their own home.
pairs.
why is everything in pairs?
shoes, chopsticks, arms..
well i guess it’s because we were made with pairs of appendages.
but why in pairs?
can’t we have 4 arms or something (like stitch’s arms. 2 arms are hidden, but at times of need, we can make them grow out of our bodies.)
I like my pairs of slippers which are blue and black in the color. I wear them everyday.
i wash my pair of socks every alternative day. I have a pair of contacts too for my eye sight.