I am the third wheel of this tricycle
Though you swear you won't move to Indiana
Half drank coffee fills the small cafe
While you drink in the rich roasted blend
And I can not keep myself from wanting to touch
Those calloused hands that wrap around the mug
Good hands, strong hands, hands that I wished held me
A lull hangs in our conversation, as the din of diners washes over us
Until you raise your eyebrows at me, waiting for sense
I write my own self-fufilling prophecies
My words reach out with their scraggly fingers
And sketch what will come to pass in the dry ash
I am Cassandra and my Troy is burning to the ground
Because I am starting to feel less like a third wheel
I want to be more like a second, I want to be yours
But to follow this thought pattern would only lead
To destruction of our social circle, so I won't go there
I'm saved from having to explain by your girlfriend texting you
It's only because I was about to tell the truth that she rang
"I love her.. but I don't know if I want to stay with her."
The run-down clock of endings, slowly ticking down
There is freedom in my chains, keeping me from jumping in
I separate the logic and emotional sides of me so well
Intelligent Airhead, they call her, so crazy she's almost smart
So I will bury this secret down until I have your full attention
And still, quiet screams run through my head
Our past will never be the same again
Alea iacta est
My hot chocolate stares up at me, daring me to speak
But I am Cassandra and I will not let this ancient city burn
Author notes
Alea iacta est - Translation: The die is cast. (Said by Julius Caesar upon crossing the Rubicon in 49 BC, according to Suetonius. The original meaning was roughly equivalent to the English phrase "the game is afoot", but its modern meaning, like that of the phrase "crossing the Rubicon", denotes passing the point of no return on a momentous decision and entering into a risky endeavor where the outcome is left to chance.)
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i like this a lot! you use metaphor very well and you paint a beautifully vivid picture! it's actually interesting that i came across your poem here because it's very similar to something i'm going through right now with a very dear friend of mine. great poem!
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This is alot like a story. I enjoyed it because it's not like typical poems, concerned solely on feeling and emotion. this goes other places and I really like that. =] this was rather enjoyable too. loved it a lot.
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Humm..this is really a deep work with a thoughtful immagery of the tricycle which makes yoyur expression very strong and to the point as well..thanks for sharing...
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Very good. =]
I liked this very much.
Good luck!
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"Intelligent Airhead, they call her, so crazy she's almost smart"
How true....
"But I am Cassandra and I will not let this ancient city burn"
Your ending echoes. I love this, the ancient/modern images playing around the speakers inner dilemma.
well written!
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You've followed the instructions and achieved a poem of haunting richness, situated in a real place and at the same time in the mind - I like it very much, hope you enjoyed the process. Thank you for this fine entry.
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