the sun shines differently in manila
with all the grime in her pores
billboards litter her face like blemishes
of smiling crocodiles asking for your soul
her clothes are bright and raggedy
colors leased from children on her streets
and makeup caked on her crow’s feet
the lipstick stains on her comfort women
a bastardization of bashful maria clara
both relics of history, and neither of them
a perfect portrait of those calloused hands
sewing stars on a newborn flag
my own private manila is not a city but a child
garbage piled on corners, unwashed peoples
a cheek muddied from the wet season
and another dimpled with flowers and green
brighter beside the manufactured browns
she is rich and poor, made of dirt and majesty
all the better to see her smile
The signs were all around me. Frostbitten as my hands were, I pulled them under my armpits, clenching my teeth together and staring at each road sign in turn. I started walking down one of the paths. My footprints fell fresh into the powdered ground. My shins hadn’t reacted from the ice that surrounded them with every step, but my legs couldn’t feel anything else.
There are signs in life. You choose whether or not to pay any attention to them. It is for certain, however, if you choose to ignore them you are missing out on what could and should have been. Keep your eyes and soul open.
There are so many signs that tells u to spend our life pecafully.
stop sign tell us stop being mean, stop being jealous. Yield tell us yield to people that are competitive than us, so that we can live our life peacefully
Signs. My first thought was the movie Signs. Those creepy aliens. How much it scared my little brother. Then I thought of road signs. YIELD. STOP. DEAD END. Then I thought of signs of depression. I saw the sign. And it opened up my eyes I saw the sign. Sign language. I can say I love you in sign language.
The world flew by as Emma raced down the highway in her dodge diesel. The sign, “Traffic if blinking” was blinking like the world was about to end. “Oh, man. I’ll be late for work!”
They point to “run”, away from the townhouse, with the ducks and the golf course, back to Allapattah, with the trains and the bums, and the limes on the pavement, where you felt at home.
Some say yes, please come this way! Others limit our creativity, one way! No exit! Not a through road! Dead end! Once, I was trying to get somewhere. If only there had been a sign…
Signs. Signs everywhere. Each and every one of them saying something discouraging. I kept running and running, it was endless. Would I ever get out of this nightmare?
There had been signs that the world was ending. The sky appeared to be melting, or streaking down itself – blues mixing with reds ending in an oily puddle of yellow and green at the horizon. Acid rain. There was a strange westerly wind, a strange westerly wind that brought with it a strange smell, something like burnt rubber and fresh flowers.
I just can’t seem to read the signs. I can’t even spot them half the time. I have the same problem with stop lights and turn signals. It’s as if they don’t exist for me. Some people say that it’s because I am marching to the beat of a different drum. But really, I just don’t think I know there’s a tune to follow in the first place.
Stuck in lawns, chloroplast and metal legs. THIS WAY. FREE FOOD. (NOT AT ALL A TRAP.) Balloons adorning them, blowing in the wind, flaunting the world helium shortage. THIS WAY.
There it is. He finally signed it. The paper that would let me go on the trip with the rest of my friends. It took 2 months to convince him that a bus load of high schoolers going to New York City was a good idea. I still don’t think he’s convinced.
The Signs. I can’t really believe that I’m seeing them. I mean, they are meant for the chosen one right? Do I look like a ‘chosen one’ factor? I think not. I really need to ask master about this. This is really getting serious. First the Hawk, and now the Owl! I am really freaked out. I-I don’t want to die young. And I’m not that strong.
Signs. Our lives are ruled by them. You can barely walk 20 feet without seeing another sign. All depicting ‘precious’ guidelines for living. Mostly making you do what the government wants.
I think of traffic signs. Driving my car. Learning the signs because i have to drive a car. Lol. Stop signs. Signs about stuff, to lead and direct. No i mainly just think of driving.
signs are a way of communicating. they communicate many things, such as; road rules, emotions, businesses, products, etc.
signs are a universal form of communication, used throughout many cultures and countries.
There are signs everywhere you look. Like, signs from the universe. Today I ran through the fog, and I wondered if the fog was signifying something deeper and more pervasive than the situation at hand. It was warm fog, too. I ran through the warm fog, drenched in my own hot sweat, looking for a sign…
The signs were blatantly obvious as she passed by them,more so when they couldn’t help her anymore. They were vitally important as she passed the last one.”Dead end street” It read. She did not care. She chose to wither.
Humanity have many ideas of heaven but one common hell. Suffering; seeing and feeling an endless pain. If life has taught me anything, it’s that nothing is permanent.
Does death reflect an inverse image of permanence? Is that what we’re afraid of? Or, in our heavenly dreams, just what we’re hoping for?
The signs just kept appearing. They came so often that it was almost impossible to ignore them. I stopped at the traffic lights for what i knew would be the last time. The signs had lead me this far, but now i’m on my own..
They are everywhere. When you drove to me and told me that you didn’t hit one red light the whole way- I knew we needed to meet. When Granddad died and a tornado hit the lake kicking up a big storm, I knew the passage had opened for his soul to slip through- though I was thousands of miles away. When you followed me down that alleyway and completely disarmed me with your openness to my magic- I knew you were mine.
This word “sign” is a sign telling me to write about signs. I could write it in signs, cryptic language, codes or just general signals. Is this enough of a sign for you
She didn’t understand why there weren’t any signs up. The road was closed for flooding and had been for a while, that was clear, so why hadn’t they turned people away at the last intersection? She sat in her car and scowled at the floodwaters, half considering driving through but knowing her tiny two wheel drive was no match for the engorged river.
Signs guide us, they can also lead us the wrong way!
Am waiting for the sign that you love me
You paused as you gave me a warning sign that you could not be with me.
Znaki? Wszyscy ostatnio mówią o znakach. Że świat się kończy, że bóg schodzi z nieba, że otwiera się piekło, że do kogoś ma się uśmiechnąć szczęście. Że ktoś ma umrzeć. Ja nic takiego nie widzę. Czy jestem ślepy?
we look for signs in every facet of life, even when there are none to be found. can we not comprehend that there might be nothing out there to explain anything? is the universe a blank sheet of paper, the only marks made by the viewer?
It was obvious. Almost as if there was a flashing neon sign covering her forehead, one which screamed : PLEASE YES ME!
Ken stared at his girlfriend, the one who was supposed to only have eyes for him, as she flashed another smile at the guy sitting a few tables over. The one, Ken noticed, only ever looked at him. He caught his eyes and, seeing him make a small gesture regarding his soon to be ex-girlfriend, snorted; which had the mystery man laughing. Which caused his girlfriend to squeal as she turned back to him.
“Babe, I’m going to go -”
“Course, love. Take your time.”
She ran off to the bathroom, and Ken paid their bill. He shook his head. Too many signals in a short amount of time. It was enough to make anyone dizzy.
(More so when mystery man decided to follow him. Now that, that was something nothing could warn him of)
I tried to forget the signs. Ignore objectivity and listen to world’s subjective reality… Impossible… It’s hard to keep empty spaces as empty spaces… The mind without thoughts and the senses without objects… Only the feelings of a primitive heart…
Signs of the times, yes that,s right. Knowing how to read the signs is what makes the difference between being with it or being out of it. The subliminal world is as real as the world we walk in, yet the imagination can sometimes create delusions. Don’t get walked on, read the signs.
{yesterday’s word: vote &
today’s word sign}
the sun shines differently in manila
with all the grime in her pores
billboards litter her face like blemishes
of smiling crocodiles asking for your soul
her clothes are bright and raggedy
colors leased from children on her streets
and makeup caked on her crow’s feet
the lipstick stains on her comfort women
a bastardization of bashful maria clara
both relics of history, and neither of them
a perfect portrait of those calloused hands
sewing stars on a newborn flag
my own private manila is not a city but a child
garbage piled on corners, unwashed peoples
a cheek muddied from the wet season
and another dimpled with flowers and green
brighter beside the manufactured browns
she is rich and poor, made of dirt and majesty
all the better to see her smile
The signs were all around me. Frostbitten as my hands were, I pulled them under my armpits, clenching my teeth together and staring at each road sign in turn. I started walking down one of the paths. My footprints fell fresh into the powdered ground. My shins hadn’t reacted from the ice that surrounded them with every step, but my legs couldn’t feel anything else.
There are signs in life. You choose whether or not to pay any attention to them. It is for certain, however, if you choose to ignore them you are missing out on what could and should have been. Keep your eyes and soul open.
There are so many signs that tells u to spend our life pecafully.
stop sign tell us stop being mean, stop being jealous. Yield tell us yield to people that are competitive than us, so that we can live our life peacefully
If only the star of Bethlehem was a common day occurrence. If our purpose in life was to follow that sign till it leads us to our destiny. If only…
Signs. My first thought was the movie Signs. Those creepy aliens. How much it scared my little brother. Then I thought of road signs. YIELD. STOP. DEAD END. Then I thought of signs of depression. I saw the sign. And it opened up my eyes I saw the sign. Sign language. I can say I love you in sign language.
The world flew by as Emma raced down the highway in her dodge diesel. The sign, “Traffic if blinking” was blinking like the world was about to end. “Oh, man. I’ll be late for work!”
captive, stuck, trapped by them. So much direction, that is turns into confusion. Help.
signs are what give this world direction,
from road signs to signs of emotion through body language and speech.
I have signs. I have write signs. I want write, but I do not have time. This is my story about signs.
They point to “run”, away from the townhouse, with the ducks and the golf course, back to Allapattah, with the trains and the bums, and the limes on the pavement, where you felt at home.
Some say yes, please come this way! Others limit our creativity, one way! No exit! Not a through road! Dead end! Once, I was trying to get somewhere. If only there had been a sign…
Signs. Signs everywhere. Each and every one of them saying something discouraging. I kept running and running, it was endless. Would I ever get out of this nightmare?
There had been signs that the world was ending. The sky appeared to be melting, or streaking down itself – blues mixing with reds ending in an oily puddle of yellow and green at the horizon. Acid rain. There was a strange westerly wind, a strange westerly wind that brought with it a strange smell, something like burnt rubber and fresh flowers.
I just can’t seem to read the signs. I can’t even spot them half the time. I have the same problem with stop lights and turn signals. It’s as if they don’t exist for me. Some people say that it’s because I am marching to the beat of a different drum. But really, I just don’t think I know there’s a tune to follow in the first place.
the signs betrayed his words
Stuck in lawns, chloroplast and metal legs. THIS WAY. FREE FOOD. (NOT AT ALL A TRAP.) Balloons adorning them, blowing in the wind, flaunting the world helium shortage. THIS WAY.
There it is. He finally signed it. The paper that would let me go on the trip with the rest of my friends. It took 2 months to convince him that a bus load of high schoolers going to New York City was a good idea. I still don’t think he’s convinced.
i love making signs for my friends. :)
The Signs. I can’t really believe that I’m seeing them. I mean, they are meant for the chosen one right? Do I look like a ‘chosen one’ factor? I think not. I really need to ask master about this. This is really getting serious. First the Hawk, and now the Owl! I am really freaked out. I-I don’t want to die young. And I’m not that strong.
Signs. Our lives are ruled by them. You can barely walk 20 feet without seeing another sign. All depicting ‘precious’ guidelines for living. Mostly making you do what the government wants.
I think of traffic signs. Driving my car. Learning the signs because i have to drive a car. Lol. Stop signs. Signs about stuff, to lead and direct. No i mainly just think of driving.
Erm. signs.
Like lables!
Getting people somewhere.
Doing there work.
Sharp edges, lol.
Varning people since 1808.
honest. “wide load”
signs are a way of communicating. they communicate many things, such as; road rules, emotions, businesses, products, etc.
signs are a universal form of communication, used throughout many cultures and countries.
There are signs everywhere you look. Like, signs from the universe. Today I ran through the fog, and I wondered if the fog was signifying something deeper and more pervasive than the situation at hand. It was warm fog, too. I ran through the warm fog, drenched in my own hot sweat, looking for a sign…
The signs were blatantly obvious as she passed by them,more so when they couldn’t help her anymore. They were vitally important as she passed the last one.”Dead end street” It read. She did not care. She chose to wither.
Humanity have many ideas of heaven but one common hell. Suffering; seeing and feeling an endless pain. If life has taught me anything, it’s that nothing is permanent.
Does death reflect an inverse image of permanence? Is that what we’re afraid of? Or, in our heavenly dreams, just what we’re hoping for?
The signs just kept appearing. They came so often that it was almost impossible to ignore them. I stopped at the traffic lights for what i knew would be the last time. The signs had lead me this far, but now i’m on my own..
They are everywhere. When you drove to me and told me that you didn’t hit one red light the whole way- I knew we needed to meet. When Granddad died and a tornado hit the lake kicking up a big storm, I knew the passage had opened for his soul to slip through- though I was thousands of miles away. When you followed me down that alleyway and completely disarmed me with your openness to my magic- I knew you were mine.
This word “sign” is a sign telling me to write about signs. I could write it in signs, cryptic language, codes or just general signals. Is this enough of a sign for you
signs, signs signs, sign posts, signals. they all have a duty to show you what to do. Follow signs, but don’t expect them…or something.
She didn’t understand why there weren’t any signs up. The road was closed for flooding and had been for a while, that was clear, so why hadn’t they turned people away at the last intersection? She sat in her car and scowled at the floodwaters, half considering driving through but knowing her tiny two wheel drive was no match for the engorged river.
Signs guide us, they can also lead us the wrong way!
Am waiting for the sign that you love me
You paused as you gave me a warning sign that you could not be with me.
signs are an integral part of our lives..one leading to the other…finally creating a wonderful piece of art-a beautiful life directed by the signs.
Znaki? Wszyscy ostatnio mówią o znakach. Że świat się kończy, że bóg schodzi z nieba, że otwiera się piekło, że do kogoś ma się uśmiechnąć szczęście. Że ktoś ma umrzeć. Ja nic takiego nie widzę. Czy jestem ślepy?
we look for signs in every facet of life, even when there are none to be found. can we not comprehend that there might be nothing out there to explain anything? is the universe a blank sheet of paper, the only marks made by the viewer?
Signs can mean the greatest of things or the worst of things. They can signify hope or despair; fight or flight.
It was obvious. Almost as if there was a flashing neon sign covering her forehead, one which screamed : PLEASE YES ME!
Ken stared at his girlfriend, the one who was supposed to only have eyes for him, as she flashed another smile at the guy sitting a few tables over. The one, Ken noticed, only ever looked at him. He caught his eyes and, seeing him make a small gesture regarding his soon to be ex-girlfriend, snorted; which had the mystery man laughing. Which caused his girlfriend to squeal as she turned back to him.
“Babe, I’m going to go -”
“Course, love. Take your time.”
She ran off to the bathroom, and Ken paid their bill. He shook his head. Too many signals in a short amount of time. It was enough to make anyone dizzy.
(More so when mystery man decided to follow him. Now that, that was something nothing could warn him of)
I tried to forget the signs. Ignore objectivity and listen to world’s subjective reality… Impossible… It’s hard to keep empty spaces as empty spaces… The mind without thoughts and the senses without objects… Only the feelings of a primitive heart…
Signs of the times, yes that,s right. Knowing how to read the signs is what makes the difference between being with it or being out of it. The subliminal world is as real as the world we walk in, yet the imagination can sometimes create delusions. Don’t get walked on, read the signs.