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People tend to come in pairs. Or rather, they strive to find the pair in which they belong, mistakenly believing that this is how they find their place. But I have a full house.
By Laurant URL on 06.17.2013
Her soft lips are not divine
But Cold and hollow, like ice.
Her hair is not what one would call fair,
long strains flowing through the air.
Yet, her presence is always near–
her image sharp and debonair–
she is the angel who walks in my dreams.
Our everlasting love keeps flowing
down the long, tumultuous stream.
By Jason Ohono on 06.17.2013
They come in pairs.
One you’ll see.
One that kills you.
By T. Edmumd URL on 06.17.2013
I have a pairs of shoes
By jackyzz on 06.17.2013
wife and husband
By roxana URL on 06.17.2013
By leilei.lee on 06.17.2013
I have a pairs of shoes.
By alexis on 06.17.2013
pairs mean a boy and a girl together
By Tony on 06.17.2013
I went to Pairs yesterday.there was so beautiful!
By alan on 06.17.2013
I had pairs of shoes,but I lost them.
By Rebecca WENG on 06.17.2013
Jack and Janet made a pair.
I have a pais of shoes and I wear it everyday.
By Winnie on 06.17.2013
pairs. pairs. one with(out) the other. and maybe that’s what it always was. pairs. you and me. this and that. and I was always advertised as a pair. here. have her but you can take her sadness and her anger and her ache. they’re a pair. or not a pair. because pairs come in twos. and i came in thousands and billions and numbers they’ve not invented yet.
By Bee URL on 06.17.2013
I have a pairs of cute gloves.
By alexislee on 06.17.2013
I have three pairs of shoes
By happy on 06.17.2013
We were grouped in pairs. I hated my partner. Just looking at her made me regret joining this stupid club. Why the hell did I even do this? Her stupid fucking face. This stupid fucking teacher. This is what I get for trying to culture myself.
By Ian URL on 06.17.2013
You know what they say about twos who tie their shoes. The ones who make sure the other is still straight laced up.
They’ll probably still be dating in college.
By katy URL on 06.18.2013
Pairs, everywhere. People paired up all over the room. Some danced, some laughed and some stood around awkwardly, knowing it’s only a meaningless exercise. Yet here I was, in a corner, alone, always alone.
By Cassie on 06.18.2013
People in pairs are just so much happier than single people. I think people in pairs have more company. I also have a pair of shoes, actually many pairs of shoes. I also have pairs of socks and stuff. Anyway, I always tell people they make a great pair even if they don’t.
By June on 06.18.2013
They were wadded up at the bottom of his suitcase, almost wrinkled beyond recognition. He pulled them out, scrunching his nose. He wasn’t sure how long it had been since he had washed them, but now that he was completely out of clean pairs of socks, they would do. Desperate times called for desperate measures.
By WearyWater URL on 06.18.2013
I think of things in pairs. Socks, words, word socks. I love compound words. Birthday, treehouse. Everything can come in pairs. The only thing I can’t think of as a pair… Is you and I. It doesn’t work.
By Vague & Peculiar on 06.18.2013
I have already written today about pairs. But I am new to oneword so I didn’t realise I’d have to write about pairs from a second time. Oh well, I suppose I’m being very witty, writing two posts… Here you go, oneword: A pair of posts. x V&P
By Vague & Peculiar URL on 06.18.2013
Most people prefer to live in pairs, or more.
I don’t have a pair. I’m all alone.
Sometimes I wonder if there’s something wrong with me, why isn’t there another person that’d like to form a pair with me?
Then I look outside and realize; some of the best things don’t come in pairs.
The sun is alone.
So is the earth.
And my brother has me.
So we’re kind of like a pair, mostly a pair of morons really.
Together and yet somewhat alone.
By Mae URL on 06.18.2013
there were once a beautiful pair. a lovely couple. she had gorgeous flowing laces and he had eyelets that made you take a second glance. they were perfect for eachother. the perfect match. one day he got lost while on a endeavour under the bed and was never seen again. moral of the story: don’t lose your shoes under the bed because you will never see them again.
By Grace on 06.18.2013
Pairs like in skating it’s quite a deal. People there fall in love, they have sex and Allen Ginsberg’s soup. Pairs like in school, when classmates are paired up together and who knows may be they’re future partners for life?
By Clementine on 06.18.2013
They came in pairs. They were odd little figures. Made of some sort of stone. When you looked at them from one direction, they were purple but from the other they were gold. I couldn’t explain the woman they were styled after to you if i tried. she was beautiful but haunting, like someone i met when i was a child. A woman named Marianne. She used to watch over me as a child when my mother was away.
By Emily URL on 06.18.2013
sometimes i wonder where a sense of belonging arises. i am the colour of your palms when i see you, it fills my cheeks how vibrant your movements are when you do not see me. i fade into a part of the tree bark.
By Katia URL on 06.18.2013
I had a pair of shoes in red suede, size 8, with three-inch heels. You loved it when I wore them, even though they made me taller than you. So I took them out last night and smashed them to pieces with a hammer. It was all I could bear to do. What was I supposed to do, wear them again? I couldn’t bear to.
By louchelush URL on 06.18.2013
There are many things that come in pairs. Socks come in pairs. Pears do not come in pears. Au pairs do not come in pairs. Sometimes people become pairs, but they don’t start out that way. A pair never has a third member. This writing is stupid. It is the stupidest thing I’ve written in weeks. But I’m glad I can write again. Even if I’m writing about a dumb word that doesn’t spark anything for me.
By Kate Settlemyre on 06.18.2013
Not every pea has a
pod not every sock has
a match not every animal
has a pair to board the arc
or kiss goodnight
Not every star has a
twinkle in its eye as the
darkness dominates the
not every seed has
Each sentence doesn’t
need a structure.
not every song has
By HoldenLyric URL on 06.18.2013
Is more than single, it’s the union of two belonging together, one without the other is nothing, void.
By Maria Renner on 06.18.2013
Pairs of kittens, because two is better than one. Pairs of underwear eaten by my puppy – pairs of socks, too. Pears is prettier but pairs is better. Pairs, like two. Two Mollys. Best friends. Two pets. Two parents. Two.
By Molly on 06.18.2013
many things come in pairs.
socks come in pairs, normally shoes. some foods come in pairs.
people come in pairs, as they should
or should they?
who is to say. some think people should come in threes or fours, pun intended
but maybe there is just one
for each individual
and that makes two
and two people is a pair,
if you mix the letters it is paris
By Patrick on 06.18.2013
Many people seem to come in pairs. For a long time, Matilda was part of a pair– her and her cousin Lettice. The Latham-Mccall cousins. Where one was, the other was sure to be nearby. But Lettie wasn’t here, she was far away back in Rickshorn, and Mattie was alone. No longer part of a pair, but alone. Completely on her own, for the first time in likely her entire life. It left a hollow feeling in her heart.
By Megan URL on 06.18.2013
There are things that only come in pairs. Shoes, socks, chopsticks…And more importantly, married couples.
To have one chopstick or one shoe without the other is strange. The function is lost, though the item is still usable.
And for married couples, It’s the same. You can still function, but with a broken marriage somehow something feels off, and one never feels the same again unless he or she truly moves on or finds that other matching sock to pair up with.
By exel URL on 06.18.2013
The pair of shoes, socks, parents
sisters, brothers, me and you.
Lined up against the wall,
By Anna URL on 06.18.2013
By Avni on 06.18.2013
A pair of shoes sitting by the doorway, never to be worn again.
A pair of glasses resting on the bedside table, gathering dust.
A pair of pants folded neatly, still holding the shape of the man who once wore them.
By Rose on 06.18.2013
Paris is the place of my drem. Its a marvelous land for me .8 want to go there with my whole family. I will dance NAD will do shopping and will have have too, if by chance I go there.
By srija URL on 06.18.2013
I will dance and will do shopping and will have have too, if by chance I go there. I will also enjoy with my whole family…….
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