Signals huh. Um turning signals. It pisses me off when people don’t use them. Especially when they’re really close to me when I’m driving and I almost end up crashing into them because they swerve right in front of me without any warning. You have turn signals for a reason people!!! Use them!!!
What sort of signals were you sending? Did you make it clear that you were a tragic love story? Did you communicate the gravity of the illness you’re facing? Did you relay the reality of your chronic exaggeration and sarcasm borne of psychotic humor?
Body signals do not register. The painful crinkles of your face making not even the slightest impression on my hard drive. “You monster!” you cry, trying to find humanity within me. You fool, that part of my was gone long ago.
turn signals flash against my left eye
and my scalp slips off my skull
like a clementine peel.
I’m lightheaded and I can’t
see anything but a
COEXIST bumper sticker.
I rub my eyes and see
a hundred stars of David
reflected on my windshield.
The signal gave me a chance to lift. I wonder if people would even ask if I lift. I DO lift. Around 20lb at a time! My dog once saw the bat signal and went towards it. He saw BATMAN. He became one himself. Batdog. BATDOG hahahaha batdog BEST NAME EVER
I use to work on signals in the traffic department of my hometown. I am a poor writer as all I can think of them is that they are important but not so great to write about in a minute. Pretty bland, right?
Signals are all over the place. You get signals from almost everything in life. Signals in the street, signals from the opposite sex, signals in your voice. There will always be signals. I dont know what else to say besides the fact that i’m
The signs were there all along. How could I have missed it? He must’ve been sending mixed signals on purpose so that he wouldn’t hurt my feelings, even though he didn’t really like me. I wish I had known that before I went and bought him a present for Christmas. Gosh, I feel cheated
I walk through the hall of chairs, trying to keep back tears. Looking through the massive window into the cafe, I see him sitting alone. All the signals add up now; all the signs make sense. I grab the back of my head in frustration, pulling at my hair. The tears spill out, and I pass through the door at the end of the hall. I can’t speak to him, and I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to again.
Smoke signals are seen, written by a stranded girl on the beach pumping palm leaves over the flame. He could hardly believe what he was seeing, how long she could have she been waiting there with fire and leaves.
From your hand reaching for mine subconsciously, to the way you look at me when you think I don’t realize are all the signals I need to know we’ll be okay.
There was an ad in the paper today. The bookshop in the corner space next to the mall is looking for workers again. They don’t seem to be able to keep people there very long.
She sat on the bed, dealing cards. She had said nothing specific, but the signals I was getting were leading me to think it was going t be a very good day.
Signals everywhere.
I can’t even look at anything without them there.
Telling me what to do.
Who the hell do they think they are?
Just get me out of here.
I don’t want to listen anymore.
I’ve had enough.
Just stop.
…Please.
Gingerly, I set my trembling foot upon the break pedal. Coming to a slow halt, my little Honda Fit purred her approval.
“What are you doing, Gabi?!” my father shouted from the passenger seat, “Green means go!”
Behind me, cars screamed, honking like vibrant metal gangsters. Beside me, my father shouted, filling my tiny mobile space with his huge anxiety.
“But,” I said, “I want to stop.”
And so I did.
lights, something to show you the way something to help you a light a sign, cry for help, desperate, need, cry, fight, existence, warning, signal, card game, partner, two, people, friends, back, always there for you,
Signals are often misread. No matter how much we think it’s enough, some people manage to get us wrong, manage to turn the whole thing around and make things look bad. It’s irritating and we’re long-suffering, but there’s nothing we can about it except to live with it.
The traffic light
Breathes green
And exhales red
Signals me to accelerate
Push, but not too light
And not with too much force
Machine of destruction
Signal
Stop
signals are meant to show you what you are or arent supposed to do.. but during this time period they had a completely different use. Signals were more a positive symbol which was helped used to do something that was either illegal or looked down upon. This took me a while to figure out. To save you some time I’m going to explain to you what happened to our world…..
I saw the signals on top of the mountain and went running towards them. They were bright lights filled with green jelly. One touch will make you roll on your belly. Oh what fun it is to see the signals from the alien spacecraft.
Chanyeol was never one for technology — always too complex and troublesome for someone of his up-bringing. Cell phones, especially, are too temperamental and havocal for him to handle.
Whenever Yifan’s name lights up his phone, however, with even a few small words, Chanyeol thinks he might have a secret adoration for the laborious device.
Signals. What signals had she been giving him all these years? Had there been any signals at all, or was he simply grasping at straws, straws flying in the wind, already airborne on their way to greater, faster men. Or had the signals been there? Been there and been true? Could he ever be so lucky? The way she batted her eyelashes whenever she said hello, how she crossed her arms over each other and giggled.
i like to see signals…they tell me what to do…i am envious of those who Do not obey them…actually…I dislike them, terribly…they are TOO self-absorbed…HOW DARE THEY…
the signals were flashing brightly, i stared at them until i was blinded. nothing made any sense. in the distance i heard someone beginning to scream. i scream back and coughed up blood.
the world plays along, flashing and lighting up the way for hallmakers and the like. It’s always contradictory really, them paving the way for people who think they know where they’re going. They wou;dn’t know if the lights weren’t there. It would be dark. dangerous.
I hurried to the line in case I would miss the start. Everyone was ready to go, bending down for a powerful start. I watched the signals closely, hearing only my rapid heart beat and my heavy breathing. For a moment, there was silence. And then, I heard a loud beep and the signals went down. Right then, I knew what a mistake I had made.
Red lights. Yellow ones. Green lights. Stop signs.
But more importantly there are other ones. Like when your 16 year old daughter comes home after her first time and sits next to you while you’re finishing an email from work. She sits there quietly hoping you’ll say something, signaling she needs you.
Your wife, will place her hand on your knee after a long fight. You’re tense and you brush her off. Signals. Hand gestures. A smirk. A plead.
The railroad crossing had no signals. If it had, then perhaps the accident never would have happened. If there had been bells, a flashing light, a barrier — something to
signals tell you when to stop and when to go. signals tell you things about people, about life. sometimes you can read them, sometimes you can’t. they point you in directions. they
I see signals in the darkness. They call to me, from the depths of the blackness. I see them blinking and flashing and begging me, pleading with me, to come closer. I see them coming closer – no, it is I that is coming towards them, I that is moving beyond my control, beyond my mind, into the depths of the darkness, towards the signals.
direction. a place to go. home. relationships . maybe love. signs. moving. area.
Signals huh. Um turning signals. It pisses me off when people don’t use them. Especially when they’re really close to me when I’m driving and I almost end up crashing into them because they swerve right in front of me without any warning. You have turn signals for a reason people!!! Use them!!!
What sort of signals were you sending? Did you make it clear that you were a tragic love story? Did you communicate the gravity of the illness you’re facing? Did you relay the reality of your chronic exaggeration and sarcasm borne of psychotic humor?
We are all given signals in life. By that I mean instincts, gut feelings, our conscious, those are the things that should be listened to the most.
Body signals do not register. The painful crinkles of your face making not even the slightest impression on my hard drive. “You monster!” you cry, trying to find humanity within me. You fool, that part of my was gone long ago.
turn signals flash against my left eye
and my scalp slips off my skull
like a clementine peel.
I’m lightheaded and I can’t
see anything but a
COEXIST bumper sticker.
I rub my eyes and see
a hundred stars of David
reflected on my windshield.
The signal gave me a chance to lift. I wonder if people would even ask if I lift. I DO lift. Around 20lb at a time! My dog once saw the bat signal and went towards it. He saw BATMAN. He became one himself. Batdog. BATDOG hahahaha batdog BEST NAME EVER
I use to work on signals in the traffic department of my hometown. I am a poor writer as all I can think of them is that they are important but not so great to write about in a minute. Pretty bland, right?
signs omens lights meanings directions warnings
Signals are all over the place. You get signals from almost everything in life. Signals in the street, signals from the opposite sex, signals in your voice. There will always be signals. I dont know what else to say besides the fact that i’m
The signs were there all along. How could I have missed it? He must’ve been sending mixed signals on purpose so that he wouldn’t hurt my feelings, even though he didn’t really like me. I wish I had known that before I went and bought him a present for Christmas. Gosh, I feel cheated
I walk through the hall of chairs, trying to keep back tears. Looking through the massive window into the cafe, I see him sitting alone. All the signals add up now; all the signs make sense. I grab the back of my head in frustration, pulling at my hair. The tears spill out, and I pass through the door at the end of the hall. I can’t speak to him, and I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to again.
I watched as the signals flashed before me, one by one. I was
“you’re giving me mixed singles here.”
a slow smile.
a blip against a radar a shot a mile wide loud enough to hear on the the other side.
your mouth on my mouth and the taste of blood.
Smoke signals are seen, written by a stranded girl on the beach pumping palm leaves over the flame. He could hardly believe what he was seeing, how long she could have she been waiting there with fire and leaves.
From your hand reaching for mine subconsciously, to the way you look at me when you think I don’t realize are all the signals I need to know we’ll be okay.
There was an ad in the paper today. The bookshop in the corner space next to the mall is looking for workers again. They don’t seem to be able to keep people there very long.
She sat on the bed, dealing cards. She had said nothing specific, but the signals I was getting were leading me to think it was going t be a very good day.
Signals everywhere.
I can’t even look at anything without them there.
Telling me what to do.
Who the hell do they think they are?
Just get me out of here.
I don’t want to listen anymore.
I’ve had enough.
Just stop.
…Please.
Gingerly, I set my trembling foot upon the break pedal. Coming to a slow halt, my little Honda Fit purred her approval.
“What are you doing, Gabi?!” my father shouted from the passenger seat, “Green means go!”
Behind me, cars screamed, honking like vibrant metal gangsters. Beside me, my father shouted, filling my tiny mobile space with his huge anxiety.
“But,” I said, “I want to stop.”
And so I did.
lights, something to show you the way something to help you a light a sign, cry for help, desperate, need, cry, fight, existence, warning, signal, card game, partner, two, people, friends, back, always there for you,
Signals are often misread. No matter how much we think it’s enough, some people manage to get us wrong, manage to turn the whole thing around and make things look bad. It’s irritating and we’re long-suffering, but there’s nothing we can about it except to live with it.
give me a signal of intelligent life in this gray and depressive environment they cal life….
Signals are cool…if you are blind.
The traffic light
Breathes green
And exhales red
Signals me to accelerate
Push, but not too light
And not with too much force
Machine of destruction
Signal
Stop
signals are meant to show you what you are or arent supposed to do.. but during this time period they had a completely different use. Signals were more a positive symbol which was helped used to do something that was either illegal or looked down upon. This took me a while to figure out. To save you some time I’m going to explain to you what happened to our world…..
I saw the signals on top of the mountain and went running towards them. They were bright lights filled with green jelly. One touch will make you roll on your belly. Oh what fun it is to see the signals from the alien spacecraft.
where to go
what to do
how people go about making decisions
street lights
realization
words that have meanings to someone
choices
Chanyeol was never one for technology — always too complex and troublesome for someone of his up-bringing. Cell phones, especially, are too temperamental and havocal for him to handle.
Whenever Yifan’s name lights up his phone, however, with even a few small words, Chanyeol thinks he might have a secret adoration for the laborious device.
Signals. What signals had she been giving him all these years? Had there been any signals at all, or was he simply grasping at straws, straws flying in the wind, already airborne on their way to greater, faster men. Or had the signals been there? Been there and been true? Could he ever be so lucky? The way she batted her eyelashes whenever she said hello, how she crossed her arms over each other and giggled.
i like to see signals…they tell me what to do…i am envious of those who Do not obey them…actually…I dislike them, terribly…they are TOO self-absorbed…HOW DARE THEY…
the signals were flashing brightly, i stared at them until i was blinded. nothing made any sense. in the distance i heard someone beginning to scream. i scream back and coughed up blood.
the world plays along, flashing and lighting up the way for hallmakers and the like. It’s always contradictory really, them paving the way for people who think they know where they’re going. They wou;dn’t know if the lights weren’t there. It would be dark. dangerous.
I hurried to the line in case I would miss the start. Everyone was ready to go, bending down for a powerful start. I watched the signals closely, hearing only my rapid heart beat and my heavy breathing. For a moment, there was silence. And then, I heard a loud beep and the signals went down. Right then, I knew what a mistake I had made.
Red lights. Yellow ones. Green lights. Stop signs.
But more importantly there are other ones. Like when your 16 year old daughter comes home after her first time and sits next to you while you’re finishing an email from work. She sits there quietly hoping you’ll say something, signaling she needs you.
Your wife, will place her hand on your knee after a long fight. You’re tense and you brush her off. Signals. Hand gestures. A smirk. A plead.
signals tell you when to stop and when to go. signals tell you things about people, about life. sometimes you can read them, sometimes you can’t.
The signals of my car are broken. Now I have to catch a taxi everyday to school!
#BadDay
The railroad crossing had no signals. If it had, then perhaps the accident never would have happened. If there had been bells, a flashing light, a barrier — something to
signals tell you when to stop and when to go. signals tell you things about people, about life. sometimes you can read them, sometimes you can’t. they point you in directions. they
red
green
yellow
I
Love
You
but Who really knows at All Anymore?
I see signals in the darkness. They call to me, from the depths of the blackness. I see them blinking and flashing and begging me, pleading with me, to come closer. I see them coming closer – no, it is I that is coming towards them, I that is moving beyond my control, beyond my mind, into the depths of the darkness, towards the signals.