Sirens and Caesar

A Poem By Flying Past Clouds // 5/18/2015

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?

Comments

I love this! The rambling,

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?"

Erin | Wed, 06/03/2015

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

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