shape substance colour wondering inside outside room locked window box house warm loving making love four corners sitting in the corner below the line pushing on a wall, yell at the wall, beat it down with a stick
Mark
no able to swing. the problem. but also the good. measurable, equal. hold things dear…symmetrical . unattainable.
equallity for all.
emily
It’s hip to be square ;)
Stacey
I was trapped again; white shadows were cast upon the walls. Where is this place that I keep traveling to? I used my hands to feel around and realized that the walls felt very wet. The low ceiling and floor had the same silky and damp texture as the four walls.
Where is the door?
How the hell am I going to get out this time?
Vanessa
A square isn’t as bad as a triangle, or at least when it comes to love. This is hard to write about D=
Jordyn
A square is a rhombus, but a rhombus is not a square. Why did I get taught that? This is the only place that I could honestly pour that information from my mind to the page. :P
annettelectrify
That’s what they call em’. Square. You’re about as square as the hips of the hot chick in the corner of the locker room. I love the short-haired girls. they screaaaaaaaaaam with everything they’ve got and want. I want to dress you politely. Please…
Vlad
I am a square. I wear thick-rimmed glasses and button-down shirts and my head is even shaped like a square. I look like Buddy Holly. But that’s okay… I’m over it.
Rebecca
it has four sides. The shape is all around the world. We use squares in everything we build. They are building blocks.
Cassandra Gonzales
The town was built around a square. Businesses thrived and people took picnic lunches to the square. Finding a body in the square was a shock to everyone.
becky
Four walls, all the same.
A square.
Four angles, all the same,
connecting, protecting,
embracing…
holding…
trapped in a square.
Four walls, all the same.
A window…a square.
Jessica
A square has four sides. All sides are equal in length and size. A square is flat (2-D shape).
Valerie Bennett
I hate geometry.
Probably mostly cause I sort of have ADD.. but actually, only in that class, I don’t have a problem with anything else.
I’m not hyper, I just can’t focus on numbers. They don’t create any sort of meaning for me.
Phrase that is sticking in my head lately:
Focus Opera.
Claire
There is a square. His name is Bob. Bob likes to eat square things. For example, Beef cut into squares. They are quite tasty. Bob also likes square blocks. He just loves squares soo much. They’re so awesome! I mean, who doesn’t love squares? Everyone loves squares! “I love squares too!” Says Bob. Who doesn’t love squares?
Becca
Perfect and imperfect jagged edges contrasted by smooth sides. Not perfect like the sphere not belligerent like the pyramid. But square cubic unobtrusive. Comforting and simple familiar the basis for all construction.
chris
When i was little i had many shapes to look at that were part of a game to fit in different molds. like the triangle had one for itself and so on and so forth. i guess that kinda represents life, everyone has their own fit, and you can’t change that. Everything happends for a reason, like a triangle or a square going into their own mold.
Hannah
The square tower loomed ahead framed by the blue sky. the cubic glass spires fragmented the sun’s rays which glittered bouncing off in every angle like like the light of angels. The sh
chris burke
Spinning around looking at the four corners, feeling surrounded yet completely alone with her ghosts…
Jason
well i know that squares are rectangles but not all rectangles are squares. and that provides a lot of insight to many instances of daily life. that kind of parallel is made at least once a month, now that i think about it. something is a second something, but that second something is not necessarily something…
John
square around a circle in another square with four sides, each have four sides and four sides will they always have, each with their same old length. and the squares like the squares cuz of the square like properties in which they each have in common with one another. squares are square, you friggin square. get a job
alex h
soccer field shapes hearts stars tables computers desks school pens scissors paper essays pens ap history soccer soccer soccer scoring goals rubiks cube spanish class times tables speakers ipod screen
andrea
four sides. empty. boring. lame. sometimes small sometimes big. meaningless. rhymes with hair. dare. pear. nair. there. stare. bear.bare. lair.
beeba
edges i hate edges and corners too. a square has no color; it ain’t red or blue. a square is a box that lost some of its depth. i hope i don’t lose my depth and end up on some geometry student’s homework
charles holden
a square is a rectangle but rectangles are not squares. I always thought that was weird. well not until mr.Daly should us how to ven diagrams
jessy
The square piece of paper lay between our knees as we sat cross-legged on the green grass beneath the even greener trees. “Turn it over.” He said, his voice rough and anxious. We were the only people left in the park by then, completely alone in the darkening summer night. Even then, i didnt feel comfortable revealing the secret overleaf; i could feel his eyes boring into me, though i couldnt see them. I could hear his breath, heavy, over the trickling of the stream at the end of the park and the purr of the wind through the foliage. My heart skipped a beat when i heard his voice again. It reminded me of chocolate mousse, deep, rich and creamy…sweet and delicious beyond compare. My will buckled upon hearing this, and he exhailed as i extended my right hand towards the page. I paused and leaned forward, eyes closing with content, drawing in towards his flawless breath, taking it in. He blew lightly on my face, and just short of passing out i looked up at him only to see that devious smirk make its way across his face, egging me on. “Go on.” He urged, and with that his eyes sparkled like the stars above and i succumbed to the beautiful boym finally placing my hand down on the sheet of paper. I picked it up and slowly turned it over, my heart beat so hard it made my hands shake in time with it. My eyes scanned over the print again and again, and eventually my eyes grew dry. I fought the urge to blink; surely it would disappear once i took my eyes off it. A warm breeze that passed momentarily forced me to squint and eventually close my eyes altogether, momentarily. He took my free hand in his and whispered “Read it.” in his lustrous voice, and i mused at how he now was speaking only in orders before doing as i was told. The words remained in place on the sheet of paper – “I love you.”. My lover squeezed my hand gently, and i said, honestly, “I love you too.”.
Laura McHugh
Four corners. Four sides. All the same. Thus, not cool or hip or anything unique.
Leslie
I was running around and around in the time-warp square, trying desperately to escape. Suddenly, I felt a throbbing pain in
Rosie
She sat on a bench in the city square. She had never felt so alone in her life. Her family had recently moved interstate and her boyfriend of ten years had just dumped her. Sh felt bereft of all human contact – the only people she spoke to were the officious staff she dealt with at Centrelink. Her head slumped down
Karin Bull
Square. Somehow, this has become an insult. “You’re so square.” How odd. Thankfully, I’m not square. I’m more hourglass shaped. Much better. More aerodynamic as well. I’m glad I’m not square :)
Valerie
square root of all evil plot of land of the lost in space
ophelia
They squared off in the court yard. There where two standing now no one stands. They never existed in this world we know.
Dana
Square, she says, as in boring and dull. Not exciting enough for her, not her type. But what exactly is her type? The kind that tear her heart out at every chance? Who humiliate and ignore her? Square could be just what she needs.
Sue
No matter wh you turn it, it will always be a square, her life would never change, she would always be the one who was known for doing everything wight, but not this time. it was up to her to change her life. no matter how much she hated to be the odd one out she was going to make her life better, and it began today. whith this jump off of the building.. everything would end.. everyone woule remember her for this, she would be known as the one who changed her life by ending it…. she peered over the edge and closed her eyes.. she felt the rush of the wind run up her pant legs.. she knew this is what she wanted to to.. this was it no looking back. She leaned forward and felt herself let go.. the rush of the wind surrounded her.. she opened her eyes to see her death comming closer and closer to her. she closed her eyes again and she felt her body hit the pavement. she wanted to scream from the pain but she felt life less… and as she found the strength to open her eyes, she felt a warm hand on her arm wo whispered.. its going to be ok.. im here for you.
danielle
Miley Cyrus has just made a song called “Hoedown throwdown” which is a square dance just hip-hopified. I would never think someone would make a hip hop version of a square dance. I truthfully don’t want to see her new movie. It looks very weird, in my opinion. What do you think?
Coco*
The dagger spun from fingertip to fingertip, dangled briefly, then rotated to spin across his palm. The process repeated. The square was silent but not empty, every face staring to its centre. Nooses dangled, awaiting their next meal, their next fulfillment, carefully spaced across the beam. The locals had a name for the square – The Head Hole.
Odd, he thought, considering the square wasn’t round.
Gleek
sqaure root of the sum of my desire. what does it all boil down to? all those time we spent together on the hood of my car or on your couch, underneath the jesus painting? what was the undercurrent beneath it all? what kept us coming back? was it love? animal passion? friendship? is it that abstract? or was it something more concrete, like your sense of humor, or my legs? what started it all and kept it going?
lake
Holy moly screamed the cow, i couldnt fit into the dooor do you know why? because it was a square a big fat square and i am no longer able to see farmer jon and his wife kelsi. Oh bother. now what am i to do.
kelsi waller
Your so square. That’s what she had heard her entire life. No excitement, always doing what was expected, and accepted. Well not this time. She was high on a bridge, with a cord around her legs. She was going to jump!
kelli
The hourglass was square.
“That’s odd…” i remarked.
The little man turned to me, gold teeth gleaming. “Isn’t it?” he said. His tone was off, and his hands were twitching. “Here,” he said. “Drink this.”
I shouldn’t have taken the red pill.
slice
George was a square head. He oculdnot accept the simplet facts or things. I worry about him being so square.
shape substance colour wondering inside outside room locked window box house warm loving making love four corners sitting in the corner below the line pushing on a wall, yell at the wall, beat it down with a stick
no able to swing. the problem. but also the good. measurable, equal. hold things dear…symmetrical . unattainable.
equallity for all.
It’s hip to be square ;)
I was trapped again; white shadows were cast upon the walls. Where is this place that I keep traveling to? I used my hands to feel around and realized that the walls felt very wet. The low ceiling and floor had the same silky and damp texture as the four walls.
Where is the door?
How the hell am I going to get out this time?
A square isn’t as bad as a triangle, or at least when it comes to love. This is hard to write about D=
A square is a rhombus, but a rhombus is not a square. Why did I get taught that? This is the only place that I could honestly pour that information from my mind to the page. :P
That’s what they call em’. Square. You’re about as square as the hips of the hot chick in the corner of the locker room. I love the short-haired girls. they screaaaaaaaaaam with everything they’ve got and want. I want to dress you politely. Please…
I am a square. I wear thick-rimmed glasses and button-down shirts and my head is even shaped like a square. I look like Buddy Holly. But that’s okay… I’m over it.
it has four sides. The shape is all around the world. We use squares in everything we build. They are building blocks.
The town was built around a square. Businesses thrived and people took picnic lunches to the square. Finding a body in the square was a shock to everyone.
Four walls, all the same.
A square.
Four angles, all the same,
connecting, protecting,
embracing…
holding…
trapped in a square.
Four walls, all the same.
A window…a square.
A square has four sides. All sides are equal in length and size. A square is flat (2-D shape).
I hate geometry.
Probably mostly cause I sort of have ADD.. but actually, only in that class, I don’t have a problem with anything else.
I’m not hyper, I just can’t focus on numbers. They don’t create any sort of meaning for me.
Phrase that is sticking in my head lately:
Focus Opera.
There is a square. His name is Bob. Bob likes to eat square things. For example, Beef cut into squares. They are quite tasty. Bob also likes square blocks. He just loves squares soo much. They’re so awesome! I mean, who doesn’t love squares? Everyone loves squares! “I love squares too!” Says Bob. Who doesn’t love squares?
Perfect and imperfect jagged edges contrasted by smooth sides. Not perfect like the sphere not belligerent like the pyramid. But square cubic unobtrusive. Comforting and simple familiar the basis for all construction.
When i was little i had many shapes to look at that were part of a game to fit in different molds. like the triangle had one for itself and so on and so forth. i guess that kinda represents life, everyone has their own fit, and you can’t change that. Everything happends for a reason, like a triangle or a square going into their own mold.
The square tower loomed ahead framed by the blue sky. the cubic glass spires fragmented the sun’s rays which glittered bouncing off in every angle like like the light of angels. The sh
Spinning around looking at the four corners, feeling surrounded yet completely alone with her ghosts…
well i know that squares are rectangles but not all rectangles are squares. and that provides a lot of insight to many instances of daily life. that kind of parallel is made at least once a month, now that i think about it. something is a second something, but that second something is not necessarily something…
square around a circle in another square with four sides, each have four sides and four sides will they always have, each with their same old length. and the squares like the squares cuz of the square like properties in which they each have in common with one another. squares are square, you friggin square. get a job
soccer field shapes hearts stars tables computers desks school pens scissors paper essays pens ap history soccer soccer soccer scoring goals rubiks cube spanish class times tables speakers ipod screen
four sides. empty. boring. lame. sometimes small sometimes big. meaningless. rhymes with hair. dare. pear. nair. there. stare. bear.bare. lair.
edges i hate edges and corners too. a square has no color; it ain’t red or blue. a square is a box that lost some of its depth. i hope i don’t lose my depth and end up on some geometry student’s homework
a square is a rectangle but rectangles are not squares. I always thought that was weird. well not until mr.Daly should us how to ven diagrams
The square piece of paper lay between our knees as we sat cross-legged on the green grass beneath the even greener trees. “Turn it over.” He said, his voice rough and anxious. We were the only people left in the park by then, completely alone in the darkening summer night. Even then, i didnt feel comfortable revealing the secret overleaf; i could feel his eyes boring into me, though i couldnt see them. I could hear his breath, heavy, over the trickling of the stream at the end of the park and the purr of the wind through the foliage. My heart skipped a beat when i heard his voice again. It reminded me of chocolate mousse, deep, rich and creamy…sweet and delicious beyond compare. My will buckled upon hearing this, and he exhailed as i extended my right hand towards the page. I paused and leaned forward, eyes closing with content, drawing in towards his flawless breath, taking it in. He blew lightly on my face, and just short of passing out i looked up at him only to see that devious smirk make its way across his face, egging me on. “Go on.” He urged, and with that his eyes sparkled like the stars above and i succumbed to the beautiful boym finally placing my hand down on the sheet of paper. I picked it up and slowly turned it over, my heart beat so hard it made my hands shake in time with it. My eyes scanned over the print again and again, and eventually my eyes grew dry. I fought the urge to blink; surely it would disappear once i took my eyes off it. A warm breeze that passed momentarily forced me to squint and eventually close my eyes altogether, momentarily. He took my free hand in his and whispered “Read it.” in his lustrous voice, and i mused at how he now was speaking only in orders before doing as i was told. The words remained in place on the sheet of paper – “I love you.”. My lover squeezed my hand gently, and i said, honestly, “I love you too.”.
Four corners. Four sides. All the same. Thus, not cool or hip or anything unique.
I was running around and around in the time-warp square, trying desperately to escape. Suddenly, I felt a throbbing pain in
She sat on a bench in the city square. She had never felt so alone in her life. Her family had recently moved interstate and her boyfriend of ten years had just dumped her. Sh felt bereft of all human contact – the only people she spoke to were the officious staff she dealt with at Centrelink. Her head slumped down
Square. Somehow, this has become an insult. “You’re so square.” How odd. Thankfully, I’m not square. I’m more hourglass shaped. Much better. More aerodynamic as well. I’m glad I’m not square :)
square root of all evil plot of land of the lost in space
They squared off in the court yard. There where two standing now no one stands. They never existed in this world we know.
Square, she says, as in boring and dull. Not exciting enough for her, not her type. But what exactly is her type? The kind that tear her heart out at every chance? Who humiliate and ignore her? Square could be just what she needs.
No matter wh you turn it, it will always be a square, her life would never change, she would always be the one who was known for doing everything wight, but not this time. it was up to her to change her life. no matter how much she hated to be the odd one out she was going to make her life better, and it began today. whith this jump off of the building.. everything would end.. everyone woule remember her for this, she would be known as the one who changed her life by ending it…. she peered over the edge and closed her eyes.. she felt the rush of the wind run up her pant legs.. she knew this is what she wanted to to.. this was it no looking back. She leaned forward and felt herself let go.. the rush of the wind surrounded her.. she opened her eyes to see her death comming closer and closer to her. she closed her eyes again and she felt her body hit the pavement. she wanted to scream from the pain but she felt life less… and as she found the strength to open her eyes, she felt a warm hand on her arm wo whispered.. its going to be ok.. im here for you.
Miley Cyrus has just made a song called “Hoedown throwdown” which is a square dance just hip-hopified. I would never think someone would make a hip hop version of a square dance. I truthfully don’t want to see her new movie. It looks very weird, in my opinion. What do you think?
The dagger spun from fingertip to fingertip, dangled briefly, then rotated to spin across his palm. The process repeated. The square was silent but not empty, every face staring to its centre. Nooses dangled, awaiting their next meal, their next fulfillment, carefully spaced across the beam. The locals had a name for the square – The Head Hole.
Odd, he thought, considering the square wasn’t round.
sqaure root of the sum of my desire. what does it all boil down to? all those time we spent together on the hood of my car or on your couch, underneath the jesus painting? what was the undercurrent beneath it all? what kept us coming back? was it love? animal passion? friendship? is it that abstract? or was it something more concrete, like your sense of humor, or my legs? what started it all and kept it going?
Holy moly screamed the cow, i couldnt fit into the dooor do you know why? because it was a square a big fat square and i am no longer able to see farmer jon and his wife kelsi. Oh bother. now what am i to do.
Your so square. That’s what she had heard her entire life. No excitement, always doing what was expected, and accepted. Well not this time. She was high on a bridge, with a cord around her legs. She was going to jump!
The hourglass was square.
“That’s odd…” i remarked.
The little man turned to me, gold teeth gleaming. “Isn’t it?” he said. His tone was off, and his hands were twitching. “Here,” he said. “Drink this.”
I shouldn’t have taken the red pill.
George was a square head. He oculdnot accept the simplet facts or things. I worry about him being so square.