Rhymes about Signs

Signs of struggle, signs of life,
signs like their signings of husband and wife,
signs of destruction without intent,
signs of corruption in the government,
signs that you're tired, that you've been crying
signs that you don't see that they are lying.
signs that he loves me, signs that he's happy,
signs that he really hearing me.
signs of I'm sorry, signs of worry,
signs of being in a hurry,
signs that there's something you have to tell me.
signs of life's violence and it's rage,
signs that you may really look your age,
signs that he's infatuated, he doesn't read your signs
signs no longer tolerated, too many signs of crime

Signs you spell out with your hands

so that you don’t lose your voice

Signs that suggest your plans are wrecked

and you don't even have a choice. 

Lights on roadside signs, or neon in the dark

Lights forming puddles where hobos lie in the park

Signs that you are getting better.

Signs that show you're beginning to forget her 

Signs that he is over you, signs he's got under your skin 

Signs that showed him the way in.

Signs that point you right ways, wrong ways

Signs that trust you’ll do what your mind says

Signs to follow, signs to ignore,

Signs to comfort the rich and antagonise the poor

Signs that there are pickpockets here ti operate

Signs that politely note and often irritate

Signs that go unnoticed, signs we just don't see 

Signs in eyes that you'll be approached

Signs just subtle enough to be mistaken for friendly.

Signs tucked in your sleeves or between shaking knees.

Signs that you can't miss, like the first signs of disease.

There are signs that call you to attention, signs that

you're getting warmer, signs of apprehension.

Signs to keep your distance where men are digging holes

in the ground, signs to direct you home on the underground

and signs that group together on the top of poles,

all pointing to different places, your choice of destination.

But when you come across a warning sign of what's ahead

or a plain and simple 'stop', know not to ignore them.

Just like the signs of war, signs of destruction 

shred by shred, signs that people once lived here 

and signs that they're all dead. And then the signs

that we make, that we show, and your signs that show

how you feel without telling me what's on your mind.

No sign of me, for quite some time, while people waited

outside my door, no sign of me because I was

on my face in the bathroom, with nothing to report

from the floor. And the time he looked in my window

and saw me unconscious on the floor. 

My signs must not catch eyes as much because

he went home and left me there, thinking

It's Daisy she's done this before. And I have

so does that mean the signs I want you to see

are not available, having used them up before?

Things that will happen tomorrow

the ordinary

He will spill yogurt on his tie before work.
He will be late for school, and will fumble with his bike lock before running inside.
She will spend another day fantasizing about being someone else she knows.
He will end the process of learning to read.
She will say her first, second up to fifth words.
He will complain of the state of his knee replacement.
She will buy a balloon for her son at the zoo.
He will be punished for not making his bed correctly or on time.
She will throw up her food, for the fourth time in her life.
She will walk barefoot to the only well where the water is clean is located.
She will go up into the attic and find hundreds of old family photographs.
He will wake up next to someone he can't even remember taking home.
He will remove the appendix of a five year old girl.
She will meditate for longer than usual.
He will get served.
She will learn the meaning of white lying.
She will get a kitten and call it Carousel
He will perform again and this time it won't bore him so much.

She will sleep the whole day through,
She will scratch the mosquito bite too much
He will yawn more often than usual
She will burn her hand on a pan.
He will be carried into A&E by his friends after the fight.
She will be caught smoking on school grounds and her parents called.
He will wonder if he is a homosexual.
He will find some of his hair in the drain after showering.
She will delete lots of pictures of him from her computer,
He will wonder what sex is like.
She will have her hair cut and like the way it bounces on her walk home.
She will feel prettier than usual.
He will swallow more pills and spend the day behind a pane of glass.
She will sit at her window with her hair pulled up using bobby pins.
He will eat sashimi on his lunch break.
He will light up his 16th cigarette at a bus stop, waiting to go home from work.
She will make a very small sandcastle.
He will have another surfing lesson.
He will tell his friend that he's talking nonsense and there's no empirical evidence.
She will write a song about life as a symphony.
She will open her piggy bank and count copper and silver coins.
He will cash out at the shop and count three times over because of self-doubt.
She will be too scared to get in the water.
He will try using wax in is hair.
He will die.
She will go to the rodeo.
He will hear knocking at the door and go white.
She will bite her nails to half moons.
He will spend two hours practicing the trombone.
She will write an apology to a neighbour.
He will mount his diploma on te wall.
She will bake some cookies using sweetener instead o sugar.
He will be born.
He will think about her without clothes on.
She will spill the sake at the dinner table.
He will go to another meeting.
He will tell her that he'll do it tomorrow.



the not-so-ordinary

She will roll a cigarette with potpourri instead of tobacco and burn her lungs.
She will stick bobby pins in her hair to pin it back from her view of the neighbourhood rooftops.
He will tell his friend, with tears in his eyes, that life is a symphony.
She will befriend someone she will despise in three months' time
She will decorate the conservatory beautifully for a party, but the only attendee is her.
She will step intentionally on a snail.
He will hear another disembodied voice narrating his life.
He will be arrested because he's been framed.
She will pass the point of no return

He will dig his own grave.

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