Sirens and Caesar

Submitted by Flying Past Clouds on Mon, 05/18/2015 - 23:59

They say that sirens speak the truth so harsh that men jump to the sea to ignore it
but those who survive can learn
I was a fool and plugged my ears I didn't hear their warning
I danced too close to the edge and you lead me off
With those naive little thoughts you put in my head
They've come to stab me in the back
I wish I was the kid from can it really be a year and seven months ago
I wish it were me now I wish I could be the type who falls in love with each day
But I've got a clouded mentality now it's like we were fated
Why didn't I listen to those sirens
I would've thrown myself to the waves just like the rest of them
Why do I never heed warnings
Why do I never catch myself
You tell me to take a leap of faith but you failed to catch me last time
Do I dare trust you again?
I want to I saw a ghost above the television that night
I believe it was there to warn me as well but I wasn't paying attention
I was just focused on your reckless driving and laughing with my head out the window
The saturated grey clouds let water drip on my face and I didn't realize
I didn't know the start of a hurricane so now my house is torn down
We are a metaphor for disaster
I will fall into your arms again and love your sweet embrace
You leave and return and repeat and one day you'll leave and never come back
And where will I be?
Do you ever think about where I will be?
I destroyed my equilibrium and stood in front of a firing squad for you
This is some thanks
Caesar was stabbed twenty three times and so was I
E tu, brute?

Author's age when written
16
Genre
Notes

It's the good, raw type poetry that you just have to spew out when you can't think of anything else to say. Enjoy, dear readers!

Comments

I love this! The rambling, youthful vibe was really enjoyable. I could relate to so much of this, especially:

"I want to I saw a ghost above the television that night
I believe it was there to warn me as well but I wasn't paying attention
I was just focused on your reckless driving and laughing with my head out the window
The saturated grey clouds let water drip on my face and I didn't realize
I didn't know the start of a hurricane so now my house is torn down
We are a metaphor for disaster"

and this:

"You leave and return and repeat and one day you'll leave and never come back
And where will I be?
Do you ever think about where I will be?
I destroyed my equilibrium and stood in front of a firing squad for you
This is some thanks
Caesar was stabbed twenty three times and so was I
E tu, brute?"

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond