I’m walking around this square, the people looking at me don’t see me. They see right through me. I’m invisible. Gone, never to be seen again by anyone, and Who knows? Maybe someday I’ll join them, looking through people as they walk by me. Never seeing, always looking. Never finding, always searching. It’ll be depressing and the deep dark depth of human nature will push me over the edge. Maybe someday..
Christina
someone who is square headed?
dang i wouldn’t want to have a square head.
i dunno.
eff this is hard.
why did i do this again.
lame.
megan
Pants are for squares.
Movetron
Im a square
someday i hope i wont be
and i’ll be able to say that there are more interesting things about myself than who i’m related too or what my grades will be
i think i’m always trying to be different
and in the end it comes full circle
and i become, ironically, a square
chee
I used to smoke squares all the time. I first heard the word used when I lived in chicago, where in some places on the west end you can get loose cigarettes, or squares. I smoked newport 100s at the time. I loved it, and I hated it. that time is gone now, its a dream.
Rob Hick
i see my self trapped in a square room somtimes. it makes me feel suffocated. the corners of the are dark and the room is gloomy.
zzz
A square is a shape, one that is a geometrical shape and a fun thing to have around. Squares are often discriminated against – it is said that it is not ‘hip’ to be a square. I, unlike many other people, find squares very hip. They are the building blocks of life.
Alex
a box not round. its like a window but with more than one opening. awkward. very even but still a bit odd. good to hold in and frame. its a shape its a way its just square
J Inky
if maggie were here, she would ask me for a square. (i wonder about her sometimes.) the truth is, i haven’t had a cigarette in over a month — and, quite frankly, i really don’t miss them, i haven’t missed them, even though i’ve been really stressed out lately, even though i’ve gotten drunk on a few occasions in the last couple of weeks…
i guess there’s something to be said about giving up the ghost.
jess
This stupid square. It was a trap of the most obvious variety. I fell for it anyway…I never learn. I charged the walls looking for an escape, and made it nowhere. I guess I deserve being here, it’s as if I built this square around myself.
Lino Alvarez
I am trapped in this square. In this box. I am trapped by expectations. My parents’, my relatives’, my friends’, the society, and my own. I cannot break out. I am trapped in this square for eternity.
kc
the box that keeps me in this room. the gallery. the boy i didn’t like in highschool but was probably very cool. now and laters. my box of files. four sides.. a cage. sometimes sounds like music. the only place i am now..
claudia
Square can mean so many different things. A square root. A square shape. A square kind of person. A square of grass. What is the perimeter of this square? Why do I even care? Useless.
LAR
The robots inched towards the scene. Little did they know that a few yards before them stood the great monolith of Quargle. The Quargle brought with it all notions of perpendicularity and preferred concrete thinkers. The robots were in good shape as they only thought concretely. As for the abstractians
Melanie
my favourite thing about a square is when there are four of them and a ball on the playground.
abbie
“Don’t be square!” said Mrs. Patterson to Adriana. “You have to start somewhere. It might as well be now!” Adriana tried to hide her displeasure. “Why can’t she just leave me alone!?”
Khor Hui Min
I like the simple symmetry of a square. It makes sense. diagonally, n/s/e/w in quilt blocks-nine patch four patch even more complicated
Anna
I live in a house that has many square shapes
Josephine
This square is where I was born. All the faces, the birds, the dog barking across the fence, all memories long faded. I seem to remember the people across the way, always happy, always laughing. They’re gone now. This is a terrible terrible story.
Davii
I live in a house that is shaped like a square
Josephine
I am one.
I’m okay with that.
Steph B
There is nothing more depressing than the restrictions of geometry. A square may represent all that we hold within ourselves and all that we do to become ‘just like everyone else’. It may also just be a box sitting in an alleyway.
Phaedrus Rue
Not a cube, a square. A tow-dimensional figure on pad of paper drawn in ink. Ink that came from the leaves of a Brazillian tree. Fresh squezed ink, poured into the pen that drew the square.
Margaret
coorner.
corner
corner
stop
i’m trapped in this box of utter dispair
help!
chinny
all sides are equal. it’s bold, structured, follows all of the rules. does not hurt, does not please, only stays as it is. it’s predictable. it’s comforting to know that it will never change. it’s square.
caroline
Today her mind felt like a square. Everything was lines and angles that hurt to the touch. No thought was complete, nothing did that neat little curve that she appreciated in the same way that men appreciated her curves. She frowned. This city was too linear, too orderly. She was looking for a little chaos.
Call me crazy, she thought, but I wouldn’t mind an earthquake right about now.
Jillian
I think of squre the math term. And how I live in a place fullbif square rigid buildings and people. People who are too afraid to quit rationalizing and just believe.
daniela
A box with four sides. Someone who is rigid and unchangings. It has six letters, three vowels, and three consonants. It makes me think of geometry, not the evit kind though.
Rebecca
when i see the word square i think of 4-square the game played in school yards. i also think of the term square as in youre a square.
Sarah Gallegos
square again? i don’t like them. being square is conforming. i’m not going to conform without a struggle. i want to be different; i want to matter. and in the end, squares don’t matter.
andrea
i don’t like squares. i want to be a circle.
andrea
My breath is drawn out of me as I struggle for my life. I look straight up, squarely into the eyes of my aggressor. He pins me down, holds me, frightens me with his closeness. Frightens me with a little thing called love — it draws me ever closer to Death.
intheend
Traped on my box, not a square, not any shape, but a box all the same. Stuck here, looking at the outside world, behind the glass wall of my box. Stuck and alone
JAzz
He held his thick glasses out and wiped them on his shirt, plaid and three sizes too small. He returned them to his face, sniffing, and picked the Spiderman comic back up.
R. Panic
This reminds me of geometry, which I hated when I was in school. I never could do a proof, even though I had to learn them twice, due to my family moving in the middle of 10th grade. It also reminds me of square dancing, which was always my favorite part of PE when I was little.
KJ
the large square in the center of the living room keeps glaring at me, sending waves of nausea through my entire body. it has the oddest face, a large mouth, sharp serrated teeth, wide black eyes.
leave me alone.
leave me alone.
leave me alone.
it’s starting to move.
sue
square’s are nice…kind of boxy, even..that’s what i like about them, they’re very simplistic. all 4 sides the same, in accordance with each other, just forming a shape..lotsa things have square shapes, some people are square..shape wise..and attitude wise, which is boring i presume. spongebob squarepants.
kamran
A square has four sides. All the sides are equal in length and size. A square is a 2-shape, so it’s flat.
Valerie J. Bennett
It could be pertaining to a term elementary kids used in the like, 60’s to tell someone they weren’t very cool. “Man you’re such a square.” Or it could be the equilateral figure we’ve learned to love.
Leah
I was looking through the passenger side window at a little man on the side of the road holding a big square box. What was in that thing? A goblin? The remains of a torrid love affair? Leftover food? I wish I had told him I loved him.
I’m walking around this square, the people looking at me don’t see me. They see right through me. I’m invisible. Gone, never to be seen again by anyone, and Who knows? Maybe someday I’ll join them, looking through people as they walk by me. Never seeing, always looking. Never finding, always searching. It’ll be depressing and the deep dark depth of human nature will push me over the edge. Maybe someday..
someone who is square headed?
dang i wouldn’t want to have a square head.
i dunno.
eff this is hard.
why did i do this again.
lame.
Pants are for squares.
Im a square
someday i hope i wont be
and i’ll be able to say that there are more interesting things about myself than who i’m related too or what my grades will be
i think i’m always trying to be different
and in the end it comes full circle
and i become, ironically, a square
I used to smoke squares all the time. I first heard the word used when I lived in chicago, where in some places on the west end you can get loose cigarettes, or squares. I smoked newport 100s at the time. I loved it, and I hated it. that time is gone now, its a dream.
i see my self trapped in a square room somtimes. it makes me feel suffocated. the corners of the are dark and the room is gloomy.
A square is a shape, one that is a geometrical shape and a fun thing to have around. Squares are often discriminated against – it is said that it is not ‘hip’ to be a square. I, unlike many other people, find squares very hip. They are the building blocks of life.
a box not round. its like a window but with more than one opening. awkward. very even but still a bit odd. good to hold in and frame. its a shape its a way its just square
if maggie were here, she would ask me for a square. (i wonder about her sometimes.) the truth is, i haven’t had a cigarette in over a month — and, quite frankly, i really don’t miss them, i haven’t missed them, even though i’ve been really stressed out lately, even though i’ve gotten drunk on a few occasions in the last couple of weeks…
i guess there’s something to be said about giving up the ghost.
This stupid square. It was a trap of the most obvious variety. I fell for it anyway…I never learn. I charged the walls looking for an escape, and made it nowhere. I guess I deserve being here, it’s as if I built this square around myself.
I am trapped in this square. In this box. I am trapped by expectations. My parents’, my relatives’, my friends’, the society, and my own. I cannot break out. I am trapped in this square for eternity.
the box that keeps me in this room. the gallery. the boy i didn’t like in highschool but was probably very cool. now and laters. my box of files. four sides.. a cage. sometimes sounds like music. the only place i am now..
Square can mean so many different things. A square root. A square shape. A square kind of person. A square of grass. What is the perimeter of this square? Why do I even care? Useless.
The robots inched towards the scene. Little did they know that a few yards before them stood the great monolith of Quargle. The Quargle brought with it all notions of perpendicularity and preferred concrete thinkers. The robots were in good shape as they only thought concretely. As for the abstractians
my favourite thing about a square is when there are four of them and a ball on the playground.
“Don’t be square!” said Mrs. Patterson to Adriana. “You have to start somewhere. It might as well be now!” Adriana tried to hide her displeasure. “Why can’t she just leave me alone!?”
I like the simple symmetry of a square. It makes sense. diagonally, n/s/e/w in quilt blocks-nine patch four patch even more complicated
I live in a house that has many square shapes
This square is where I was born. All the faces, the birds, the dog barking across the fence, all memories long faded. I seem to remember the people across the way, always happy, always laughing. They’re gone now. This is a terrible terrible story.
I live in a house that is shaped like a square
I am one.
I’m okay with that.
There is nothing more depressing than the restrictions of geometry. A square may represent all that we hold within ourselves and all that we do to become ‘just like everyone else’. It may also just be a box sitting in an alleyway.
Not a cube, a square. A tow-dimensional figure on pad of paper drawn in ink. Ink that came from the leaves of a Brazillian tree. Fresh squezed ink, poured into the pen that drew the square.
coorner.
corner
corner
stop
i’m trapped in this box of utter dispair
help!
all sides are equal. it’s bold, structured, follows all of the rules. does not hurt, does not please, only stays as it is. it’s predictable. it’s comforting to know that it will never change. it’s square.
Today her mind felt like a square. Everything was lines and angles that hurt to the touch. No thought was complete, nothing did that neat little curve that she appreciated in the same way that men appreciated her curves. She frowned. This city was too linear, too orderly. She was looking for a little chaos.
Call me crazy, she thought, but I wouldn’t mind an earthquake right about now.
I think of squre the math term. And how I live in a place fullbif square rigid buildings and people. People who are too afraid to quit rationalizing and just believe.
A box with four sides. Someone who is rigid and unchangings. It has six letters, three vowels, and three consonants. It makes me think of geometry, not the evit kind though.
when i see the word square i think of 4-square the game played in school yards. i also think of the term square as in youre a square.
square again? i don’t like them. being square is conforming. i’m not going to conform without a struggle. i want to be different; i want to matter. and in the end, squares don’t matter.
i don’t like squares. i want to be a circle.
My breath is drawn out of me as I struggle for my life. I look straight up, squarely into the eyes of my aggressor. He pins me down, holds me, frightens me with his closeness. Frightens me with a little thing called love — it draws me ever closer to Death.
Traped on my box, not a square, not any shape, but a box all the same. Stuck here, looking at the outside world, behind the glass wall of my box. Stuck and alone
He held his thick glasses out and wiped them on his shirt, plaid and three sizes too small. He returned them to his face, sniffing, and picked the Spiderman comic back up.
This reminds me of geometry, which I hated when I was in school. I never could do a proof, even though I had to learn them twice, due to my family moving in the middle of 10th grade. It also reminds me of square dancing, which was always my favorite part of PE when I was little.
the large square in the center of the living room keeps glaring at me, sending waves of nausea through my entire body. it has the oddest face, a large mouth, sharp serrated teeth, wide black eyes.
leave me alone.
leave me alone.
leave me alone.
it’s starting to move.
square’s are nice…kind of boxy, even..that’s what i like about them, they’re very simplistic. all 4 sides the same, in accordance with each other, just forming a shape..lotsa things have square shapes, some people are square..shape wise..and attitude wise, which is boring i presume. spongebob squarepants.
A square has four sides. All the sides are equal in length and size. A square is a 2-shape, so it’s flat.
It could be pertaining to a term elementary kids used in the like, 60’s to tell someone they weren’t very cool. “Man you’re such a square.” Or it could be the equilateral figure we’ve learned to love.
I was looking through the passenger side window at a little man on the side of the road holding a big square box. What was in that thing? A goblin? The remains of a torrid love affair? Leftover food? I wish I had told him I loved him.