She was worried. “What do I do now?” She kept thinking. She paced back and forth. Anxiously she looked around. “I just need to see the right signs” She assured herself. “Then I can go.” This made her feel slightly better. “See it’s ok. I just need to wait and relax.” She again said decidedly. She had been doing this for hours. Just trying to make herself feel as if she should just wait. “I’m fine.” She had started again. “I’m absolutely fine. I’m just gonna wait here until I see that it is the perfect time.” She sat down onto the stone floor and started to sob miserably. “Why? Why did this have to happen to me?” She implored. “How did I get into all of this? How did I end up here?” She sighed. She was done with her crying. She got up slowly. She looked around herself. It was time to act.
The signs point east, west, north, south. The signs point downhill. The signs point at grief, longing, despair. The signs point at danger. The signs point at more lives lost, more people imprisoned, more drugs, more overdoses, less sex, love, life, joy. I shut my eyes to the signs and when I open them again, I am blind.
“Don’t you see the signs?” Elizabeth Catherine Scott demanded. “The residents are all up against me. The ghost of Dr. Meredith Ellis Grey, MD, is rife in this place. Everything in the universe is pointing to us breaking up. Do you think we should?
I saw all of them. In the dead of night, we passed by a myriad of them on the side of the road. They were trying to tell me something, that I knew. But Hell was at home. What dangers could be on the road?
Epistolary messages, dropped by a pigeon soaring above in outer space
It floats so simple homie, never flapping into any sort of humanistic hiatus
Keep hydrated, avoid being languid and lazy
ambitions around obstacles getting hazy
Poised when obscure opportunities turn into a foot-race
when dialed into my money-making destinations, face shines like resplendence
ready for political change like its cloud vapor high up in warm scraper-skies
fast pace jump shot
its therapeutic
I’m a nuisance on this music because new lisps are exclusivity in pivot-worlds!
There were signs that something had gone wrong. Looking back that was so clear to me. There was debris scattered around but I thought at the time that it was just the detritus of normal human civilization. There was a lack of ambient noise which I absolutely should have noticed. I suppose I’ve played too many video games because I simply didn’t notice. I noticed when the eyes began watching me from the darkness though, the glowing silver eyes.
signs are awesome they can help you stop when you need to stopd and they help inform you about where you are always read your sing they are very important!!.
There are always signs before it happens. She’s never had any doubt of that, but when it does happen, she can only hope that other people can recognize the signs too. Panic attacks weren’t easy to deal with anyway, but they were even harder to deal with alone.
There were signs all over. “Do not enter.” “Danger” “Bad Dog”. But nobody listened. So the town was full of “amputee” teenagers. But they were definitely not from a doctor.
her hand, tattooed with the eye of a fallen star, was raised in a gesture of piety, a gesture of warning. she said nothing, but foreboding was built into the stone that made her body. “do not pass,” the shadows around her whispered. “do not pass.”
arrows and fingers,
omens and the foreboding
that life might just be
a name in the shadows,
a faceless aggressor
to those who only know
how to fight open-palmed;
this may be a colosseum,
but I like to think I’ve
not become a guillotine yet.
All around me. They are all around me and I know they are there but I often times don’t even respond to them. But how many times could they have kept me out of trouble? How many times could they have helped me to keep my peace? Maybe this is a sign that I should look ash the signs.
One by one, folding on top, creased and snuggling, bent and pressed against, they all file in, with headlights fixated elsewhere. Too hurriedly shoving each new piece to notice the irony in the spilling of each flag, tin sheet, and banner.
There are signs that things are coming to a conclusion. Which way will the signs lead me – to the right, away from pain and suffering, or to the left, away from the mediocrity I had embraced for so long as reality.
The steaming bitumen streets snaked through endless browned paddocks and empty fields. Animals clustered under trees, plants no longer reached for the light, and I was going to stay in the middle of it all. It seemed such a good idea at the time… but it was the worst decision I made in my life. The last decision I made in my life.
it’s scary. at first. to go without the signs. but the moment you get used to the environment, you start to be more comfortable without them. but as time pass, you know you’re forgetting something. Something important, and once this dread comes. They’ll come back and you’ll realize you’ve been living your whole life as a lie.
Signs are everywhere.Moons,stars,planets and sun are all signs of the presence of God.Plants and flowers,fruits etc are all signs.Signs are used from ancient times.In battles or in peacetime they are always applicable.Signs
numerous signs dictate who you are
following the imaginary lines of the star
lift yourself off the ground
there is no one else around
reach for the brightest star
it really isn’t all that far
a crab in the sky
wave the world goodbye
knowing what to do. buying time. guessing meanings. are they one of a kind or just buying me time? catch my eye but i remain blind. it just not the time
They hold up signs as their boots are stained by the hot asphalt beneath their heels. They scream their anthems, demanding justice in the face of bigotry. The slogans all blend together in my mind, but the message behind them is the same. Those who hold power want them to be afraid and slink into holes, but they shall remain above ground, and they shall use their fear to fight.
Signs are everywhere, signs I did not comprehend, signs that told me where to go. Signs are only signs. Don’t think to much only a little, but very clearly, signs are nothing without their fulfillment.
Bin ich auf den richtigen Weg?
Hab ich die richtigen Entscheidungen getroffen?
Gib mir ein Zeichen.
Gibt es etwas an das ich glauben kann?
Oder sind wir ganz allein auf der Welt?
Gib mir ein Zeichen.
She was worried. “What do I do now?” She kept thinking. She paced back and forth. Anxiously she looked around. “I just need to see the right signs” She assured herself. “Then I can go.” This made her feel slightly better. “See it’s ok. I just need to wait and relax.” She again said decidedly. She had been doing this for hours. Just trying to make herself feel as if she should just wait. “I’m fine.” She had started again. “I’m absolutely fine. I’m just gonna wait here until I see that it is the perfect time.” She sat down onto the stone floor and started to sob miserably. “Why? Why did this have to happen to me?” She implored. “How did I get into all of this? How did I end up here?” She sighed. She was done with her crying. She got up slowly. She looked around herself. It was time to act.
The signs point east, west, north, south. The signs point downhill. The signs point at grief, longing, despair. The signs point at danger. The signs point at more lives lost, more people imprisoned, more drugs, more overdoses, less sex, love, life, joy. I shut my eyes to the signs and when I open them again, I am blind.
“Don’t you see the signs?” Elizabeth Catherine Scott demanded. “The residents are all up against me. The ghost of Dr. Meredith Ellis Grey, MD, is rife in this place. Everything in the universe is pointing to us breaking up. Do you think we should?
I saw all of them. In the dead of night, we passed by a myriad of them on the side of the road. They were trying to tell me something, that I knew. But Hell was at home. What dangers could be on the road?
Epistolary messages, dropped by a pigeon soaring above in outer space
It floats so simple homie, never flapping into any sort of humanistic hiatus
Keep hydrated, avoid being languid and lazy
ambitions around obstacles getting hazy
Poised when obscure opportunities turn into a foot-race
when dialed into my money-making destinations, face shines like resplendence
ready for political change like its cloud vapor high up in warm scraper-skies
fast pace jump shot
its therapeutic
I’m a nuisance on this music because new lisps are exclusivity in pivot-worlds!
There were signs that something had gone wrong. Looking back that was so clear to me. There was debris scattered around but I thought at the time that it was just the detritus of normal human civilization. There was a lack of ambient noise which I absolutely should have noticed. I suppose I’ve played too many video games because I simply didn’t notice. I noticed when the eyes began watching me from the darkness though, the glowing silver eyes.
signs are awesome they can help you stop when you need to stopd and they help inform you about where you are always read your sing they are very important!!.
There are always signs before it happens. She’s never had any doubt of that, but when it does happen, she can only hope that other people can recognize the signs too. Panic attacks weren’t easy to deal with anyway, but they were even harder to deal with alone.
There were signs all over. “Do not enter.” “Danger” “Bad Dog”. But nobody listened. So the town was full of “amputee” teenagers. But they were definitely not from a doctor.
her hand, tattooed with the eye of a fallen star, was raised in a gesture of piety, a gesture of warning. she said nothing, but foreboding was built into the stone that made her body. “do not pass,” the shadows around her whispered. “do not pass.”
arrows and fingers,
omens and the foreboding
that life might just be
a name in the shadows,
a faceless aggressor
to those who only know
how to fight open-palmed;
this may be a colosseum,
but I like to think I’ve
not become a guillotine yet.
All around me. They are all around me and I know they are there but I often times don’t even respond to them. But how many times could they have kept me out of trouble? How many times could they have helped me to keep my peace? Maybe this is a sign that I should look ash the signs.
One by one, folding on top, creased and snuggling, bent and pressed against, they all file in, with headlights fixated elsewhere. Too hurriedly shoving each new piece to notice the irony in the spilling of each flag, tin sheet, and banner.
There are signs that things are coming to a conclusion. Which way will the signs lead me – to the right, away from pain and suffering, or to the left, away from the mediocrity I had embraced for so long as reality.
The steaming bitumen streets snaked through endless browned paddocks and empty fields. Animals clustered under trees, plants no longer reached for the light, and I was going to stay in the middle of it all. It seemed such a good idea at the time… but it was the worst decision I made in my life. The last decision I made in my life.
it’s scary. at first. to go without the signs. but the moment you get used to the environment, you start to be more comfortable without them. but as time pass, you know you’re forgetting something. Something important, and once this dread comes. They’ll come back and you’ll realize you’ve been living your whole life as a lie.
the signs that i think are the actual signs that i think you like me are the signs that i really don’t comprehend
Signs are everywhere.Moons,stars,planets and sun are all signs of the presence of God.Plants and flowers,fruits etc are all signs.Signs are used from ancient times.In battles or in peacetime they are always applicable.Signs
numerous signs dictate who you are
following the imaginary lines of the star
lift yourself off the ground
there is no one else around
reach for the brightest star
it really isn’t all that far
a crab in the sky
wave the world goodbye
knowing what to do. buying time. guessing meanings. are they one of a kind or just buying me time? catch my eye but i remain blind. it just not the time
They hold up signs as their boots are stained by the hot asphalt beneath their heels. They scream their anthems, demanding justice in the face of bigotry. The slogans all blend together in my mind, but the message behind them is the same. Those who hold power want them to be afraid and slink into holes, but they shall remain above ground, and they shall use their fear to fight.
Signs are everywhere, signs I did not comprehend, signs that told me where to go. Signs are only signs. Don’t think to much only a little, but very clearly, signs are nothing without their fulfillment.