I heard the siren last night and was petrified, paralyzed with fear. My first thought is always, “Where are the kids? WHERE ARE THE KIDS?” A grim, manic terror fills my heart.
I have control issues. I know I do. They are often triggered by the sound of a siren.
When I know that my kids are safe, I often then pray. Somewhere, someone is in danger.
The siren roared and the police ran out the building. The children inside the school heard the siren and squeal frightening. The siren can be heard through the tower and the doors begin to peel off. The siren has red lights and blue. Indeed the siren has many different noises that the police employs, different colors as well.
I could hear it and I could see her. Alarm. Blood rushing. What was this? What was happening? I never knew it could be so. And yet, I did. I had. On the road, it was crashing.
SIREN! Blaring in the distance, louder, louder, LOUDER! Just when you can’t take it anymore… it gets softer… changes tone… fades off into the distance, and all you have left is a memory.
when i called the police last night i was waiting for the cop car and i looked out the window and when a cop car came he was cruising and he did not have a siren on. and i guess it wasnt that important!!! what if i died!!! okay.
I was sitting alone in the room when the shrill siren sounded just outside my window. At first, I was concerned that another horrible accident had occured like the one that had killed Lisa. That road is terrible when it is raining and cards will easily veer off the road. I listened carefully but realized that
There was a loud siren. I was running. Running far far away from that evil place. they will never ever find me againl. i am lost to them forever. they dont know where i can hand. they dont know where i can run. i am like the wind. fast and furious yet invisible to your eyes. your will never see the likes of me again even if you searched the world. i cannot be found.
They sang to me over the currents and the crashing waves, and their voices somehow carried supernaturally despite the gale we were in. I was entranced. They gave me the strength to fight through the storm and emerge alive, though far from unscathed. But it wasn’t much of a life at all, because then I was their slave forever.
sirens flashed.
bells rang.
i was caught.
five grams of sweet cocaine under the drivers seat.
and i was caught.
i had to do something.
i had the gun.
i pulled it out.
“i might as well go out with a bang.”
i pulled over
snorted a line
and shot.
straight into my brain
just like the cocaine
straight into my brain
just like the blood
spilled out onto the world.
just like my death.
it would cause no tears.
only sighs of relief.
a firetruck is very noisy when it goes down the road. an ambulance is as well. it is very shocking when they come down your street it gets louder and louder and louder until it passes you. often you can wonder where it is going or what happened if it’s a false alarm or if you’ll see it on the news the next day and then it’s like you were a part of it.
we have seen them riding seaward on the waves, riding down with their hair blown back when the wind blows the water white and black, we having lingered in the chambers under the sea, where the hear the sirens round around, till human voices wake us and we drown.
My ears vibrated by the pitch of the siren. I had to find a way out of this mess. The attacks are coming faster and faster and the bombs rained down like hail from hades.
The Siren sounded every day this week, and the war has no end in sight. I pray that one day life can be what it was before this war. The siren continued its scream.
I heard it coming up my street. I knew what that siren meant. Was I finally going to get out of here? Alive? I waited there. On the floor. The siren became louder. BANG! My door was knocked open. I was saved.
is something i am afraid to hear
its the sound i i imagine
when death comes near
my soul mates death
i might imagine
cause he may be deathly ill
this is the one thing….
i fear
Calling me forth. To do. To act. That’s what you are. Until you stop singing, I will never be free. But are you really just enchanting me, or is this something else?
While the sirens go off in the distance, the town is going crazy. The every light in this city has been shut off and the citizens are going mad. In the fields behind a warehouse, there’s a large crowd gathered together. In this mist of the crowd there is screaming. I can’t make out any of the words.
“We gotta get closer!” my brother whispers loudly in my ear.
I nod my head slightly, not completely sure it’s the best idea. My brother sneaks his way through the crowd. I stagger a few paces behind him watching his back. I am very careful not to attract any attention.
As we get closer my ears start to ring from all the noise. Something is very bad. Very bad indeed. As I move forward i begin to realize that the ground is wet. I find this odd because it hasn’t rained all summer. I stared at the grass. I wanted to touch it, I wanted to confirm that it was just water. But something told me that i shouldn’t do that.
So i just kept moving.
When i looked forward i saw that my brother had reached the gate. I saw him start to go around the corner of the warehouse. I lost my grip I ran as fast as I could to catch up. I grab my brothers arms before he could get any further. I pull him back.
“slowly.”
My brother nods his head. We start to move forward again. This time our footsteps are careful as we creep around the corner to see all the commotion…
I want to create a safe space for my self, a small, tiny, healthy place i can go to sleep or gently let go of every muscle in my face and i’ll paint it siren blue like the ocean that sings me to death.
My daughter gets excited at the sound of a siren. We live on a main street and when she hears a siren she goes running to the window to see an ambulance, cruiser or fire truck race by with its lights flashing. She’s only two. Funny girl.
He was trying not to compare her to a siren– that would be so cliche and she was so above cliche– but her beauty was distracting and he couldn’t really think straight and it was the easiest connection his brain could make. She fit the description perfectly (well, minus the part about luring him to his death) . A bewitching voice, whenever she spoke or sang. Every move she made was graceful, even when she wasn’t trying to be, which was most of the time.
I love calling a woman a siren. It’s a compliment that I hope they understand. To me, it attributes relentless beauty, beauty that is not only undeniable but is unavoidable. My ex was a siren. She slept with one of my friends no less than two weeks after her and I had broken up. She was vicious to me, she loved me with threats, she was cold, bland and rather stupid. . . but man, that bitch was quite a “siren.”
I hear the sirens blaring. I want to make them stop. I want there to be less evil in our world—less destruction that causes the need for ambulances and fire trucks. I want there to be happiness every day without us having to worry about our final moments or the final moments of others due to some tragic accident. Sirens…cease.
I think of cars chasing each other. Criminals are all over the world. Police eat donuts. Dalmations accompany firemen. Firemen are hot. The Last Song has to do with fires. I am scared of burning to death. I think of police chases over convicts like Mike Silverthorn. Woah, Sarah Meyer? Weird.
VERY NOISY SOUND HIGH PITCH SOUND, IT IS A WARNING SIGNAL OF EMERGENCY OR POLICE OR ANNOUNCING DANGER WITHOUT SIRENS WE WOULD NOT GET OUT OF THE WAY OF THE AMBULANCE OR FIRE TRUCK. A SIREN CAN BE A VERY ANNOYING SOUND
the finest people in the world control siren’s. they are selfless, brave, and humanists who should be put on a god damn pedestal. they fight a force of chaos. if there is any kind of depiction of the fight between good and evil, it is the war that firemen rage against an oxygen eating element that can only be contained.
sirens come from ambuances and firetrucks when something bad happens. or they are really hot women who seduced whats his face Odysseus on his 20 year voyage and sang and wanted to have sex with him. Sirens remind me of red things and annoying things, such as tornadoes.
The fire truck sped down our street to the last house on the left. Smoke was pouring out of the windows. We saw Joey, Jenny, Mr. & Mrs. Jones and their dog. We knew they all made it out safely.
“I’m no good for you! Why can’t you understand that?”
“I can’t just stay away from you. You’re like a siren to me. Always calling me, pulling me in no matter what. I there’s no hope for me without you.”
The lilting tune echoed sweetly through the midnight sky, the moon shining brighter than a new silver coin. She smiled wryly, glancing at the gathering crowd through slitted eyes. They gathered to her siren song like moths to a flame.
We couldn’t hear the sirens from inside the large brick building. Unaware of the natural disaster going on outside, the students continued testing. Later, parents and students would complain about the way the situation was handled.
It was inescapable. The sound. You could hear it any where, every where you went. It pierced your ears. Quickened your heart. Stopped your heart. “Who was it this time?”
a police car is right be hind me i can hear hear his siren that how i can tell that he is coming my way. i move out of the way so i can let him by to get tp where he needs to go. so that where ever it is he is going he can catch the criminal
he ran out of the building, sirens could be heard from a mile down. his heart raced and his breath came out in puffs of clouds. he ran away from the sounds, shoving people out of the way. down an alley and across the street, a car waited for him.
I heard the siren last night and was petrified, paralyzed with fear. My first thought is always, “Where are the kids? WHERE ARE THE KIDS?” A grim, manic terror fills my heart.
I have control issues. I know I do. They are often triggered by the sound of a siren.
When I know that my kids are safe, I often then pray. Somewhere, someone is in danger.
The siren roared and the police ran out the building. The children inside the school heard the siren and squeal frightening. The siren can be heard through the tower and the doors begin to peel off. The siren has red lights and blue. Indeed the siren has many different noises that the police employs, different colors as well.
I could hear it and I could see her. Alarm. Blood rushing. What was this? What was happening? I never knew it could be so. And yet, I did. I had. On the road, it was crashing.
SIREN! Blaring in the distance, louder, louder, LOUDER! Just when you can’t take it anymore… it gets softer… changes tone… fades off into the distance, and all you have left is a memory.
when i called the police last night i was waiting for the cop car and i looked out the window and when a cop car came he was cruising and he did not have a siren on. and i guess it wasnt that important!!! what if i died!!! okay.
I was sitting alone in the room when the shrill siren sounded just outside my window. At first, I was concerned that another horrible accident had occured like the one that had killed Lisa. That road is terrible when it is raining and cards will easily veer off the road. I listened carefully but realized that
loud. ringing. red. spinning. uhh…blue. police. ambulance, firetruck. idkkkk!?! this is hard. ring ring ring
siren.
calls me, and pulls me while i cling to ulysses’ mask
truth is, i want to go
release and float into her voice
forgetting much until all i see is
her
and she deceives me.
There was a loud siren. I was running. Running far far away from that evil place. they will never ever find me againl. i am lost to them forever. they dont know where i can hand. they dont know where i can run. i am like the wind. fast and furious yet invisible to your eyes. your will never see the likes of me again even if you searched the world. i cannot be found.
They sang to me over the currents and the crashing waves, and their voices somehow carried supernaturally despite the gale we were in. I was entranced. They gave me the strength to fight through the storm and emerge alive, though far from unscathed. But it wasn’t much of a life at all, because then I was their slave forever.
sirens flashed.
bells rang.
i was caught.
five grams of sweet cocaine under the drivers seat.
and i was caught.
i had to do something.
i had the gun.
i pulled it out.
“i might as well go out with a bang.”
i pulled over
snorted a line
and shot.
straight into my brain
just like the cocaine
straight into my brain
just like the blood
spilled out onto the world.
just like my death.
it would cause no tears.
only sighs of relief.
a firetruck is very noisy when it goes down the road. an ambulance is as well. it is very shocking when they come down your street it gets louder and louder and louder until it passes you. often you can wonder where it is going or what happened if it’s a false alarm or if you’ll see it on the news the next day and then it’s like you were a part of it.
we have seen them riding seaward on the waves, riding down with their hair blown back when the wind blows the water white and black, we having lingered in the chambers under the sea, where the hear the sirens round around, till human voices wake us and we drown.
My ears vibrated by the pitch of the siren. I had to find a way out of this mess. The attacks are coming faster and faster and the bombs rained down like hail from hades.
The Siren sounded every day this week, and the war has no end in sight. I pray that one day life can be what it was before this war. The siren continued its scream.
I heard it coming up my street. I knew what that siren meant. Was I finally going to get out of here? Alive? I waited there. On the floor. The siren became louder. BANG! My door was knocked open. I was saved.
is something i am afraid to hear
its the sound i i imagine
when death comes near
my soul mates death
i might imagine
cause he may be deathly ill
this is the one thing….
i fear
Calling me forth. To do. To act. That’s what you are. Until you stop singing, I will never be free. But are you really just enchanting me, or is this something else?
While the sirens go off in the distance, the town is going crazy. The every light in this city has been shut off and the citizens are going mad. In the fields behind a warehouse, there’s a large crowd gathered together. In this mist of the crowd there is screaming. I can’t make out any of the words.
“We gotta get closer!” my brother whispers loudly in my ear.
I nod my head slightly, not completely sure it’s the best idea. My brother sneaks his way through the crowd. I stagger a few paces behind him watching his back. I am very careful not to attract any attention.
As we get closer my ears start to ring from all the noise. Something is very bad. Very bad indeed. As I move forward i begin to realize that the ground is wet. I find this odd because it hasn’t rained all summer. I stared at the grass. I wanted to touch it, I wanted to confirm that it was just water. But something told me that i shouldn’t do that.
So i just kept moving.
When i looked forward i saw that my brother had reached the gate. I saw him start to go around the corner of the warehouse. I lost my grip I ran as fast as I could to catch up. I grab my brothers arms before he could get any further. I pull him back.
“slowly.”
My brother nods his head. We start to move forward again. This time our footsteps are careful as we creep around the corner to see all the commotion…
I want to create a safe space for my self, a small, tiny, healthy place i can go to sleep or gently let go of every muscle in my face and i’ll paint it siren blue like the ocean that sings me to death.
My daughter gets excited at the sound of a siren. We live on a main street and when she hears a siren she goes running to the window to see an ambulance, cruiser or fire truck race by with its lights flashing. She’s only two. Funny girl.
He was trying not to compare her to a siren– that would be so cliche and she was so above cliche– but her beauty was distracting and he couldn’t really think straight and it was the easiest connection his brain could make. She fit the description perfectly (well, minus the part about luring him to his death) . A bewitching voice, whenever she spoke or sang. Every move she made was graceful, even when she wasn’t trying to be, which was most of the time.
cops jail my cousin bad people death
I love calling a woman a siren. It’s a compliment that I hope they understand. To me, it attributes relentless beauty, beauty that is not only undeniable but is unavoidable. My ex was a siren. She slept with one of my friends no less than two weeks after her and I had broken up. She was vicious to me, she loved me with threats, she was cold, bland and rather stupid. . . but man, that bitch was quite a “siren.”
I hear the sirens blaring. I want to make them stop. I want there to be less evil in our world—less destruction that causes the need for ambulances and fire trucks. I want there to be happiness every day without us having to worry about our final moments or the final moments of others due to some tragic accident. Sirens…cease.
I think of cars chasing each other. Criminals are all over the world. Police eat donuts. Dalmations accompany firemen. Firemen are hot. The Last Song has to do with fires. I am scared of burning to death. I think of police chases over convicts like Mike Silverthorn. Woah, Sarah Meyer? Weird.
VERY NOISY SOUND HIGH PITCH SOUND, IT IS A WARNING SIGNAL OF EMERGENCY OR POLICE OR ANNOUNCING DANGER WITHOUT SIRENS WE WOULD NOT GET OUT OF THE WAY OF THE AMBULANCE OR FIRE TRUCK. A SIREN CAN BE A VERY ANNOYING SOUND
the finest people in the world control siren’s. they are selfless, brave, and humanists who should be put on a god damn pedestal. they fight a force of chaos. if there is any kind of depiction of the fight between good and evil, it is the war that firemen rage against an oxygen eating element that can only be contained.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
“What?”
Beep.
“Dammit, get that thing out of here.”
Beep. Beep.
“… Es?”
Beeeeeep.
sirens come from ambuances and firetrucks when something bad happens. or they are really hot women who seduced whats his face Odysseus on his 20 year voyage and sang and wanted to have sex with him. Sirens remind me of red things and annoying things, such as tornadoes.
One day i told me what to do. I never listened. This is the sound of the aftermath.
The fire truck sped down our street to the last house on the left. Smoke was pouring out of the windows. We saw Joey, Jenny, Mr. & Mrs. Jones and their dog. We knew they all made it out safely.
If you were alive back then, you could’ve heard the sirens from your own house, fifteen miles away from the damage done to those poor people’s hearts.
“I’m no good for you! Why can’t you understand that?”
“I can’t just stay away from you. You’re like a siren to me. Always calling me, pulling me in no matter what. I there’s no hope for me without you.”
WEEEEOOOOOWEEEEEOOOOOOWEEEEEOoOOOOOWEEEEEOOOOOOWEEEEOOOOOOOOWEEEEEOOOOOOWEEEEOOOOWEEEEOOOOO *you pull over* WEEEEEOOOOOOWEEEEEOoOOOOOWEEEEEOOOOOOWEEEEOOOOOOOOWEEEEEOOOOOOWEEEEOOOOWEEEEOOOOOWEEEEEOOOOOOWEEEEEOoOOOOOWEEEEEOOOOOOWEEEEOOOOOOOOooooo *passes by* ooo……
The lilting tune echoed sweetly through the midnight sky, the moon shining brighter than a new silver coin. She smiled wryly, glancing at the gathering crowd through slitted eyes. They gathered to her siren song like moths to a flame.
We couldn’t hear the sirens from inside the large brick building. Unaware of the natural disaster going on outside, the students continued testing. Later, parents and students would complain about the way the situation was handled.
We were all safe. All precautions were taken.
It was inescapable. The sound. You could hear it any where, every where you went. It pierced your ears. Quickened your heart. Stopped your heart. “Who was it this time?”
a police car is right be hind me i can hear hear his siren that how i can tell that he is coming my way. i move out of the way so i can let him by to get tp where he needs to go. so that where ever it is he is going he can catch the criminal
he ran out of the building, sirens could be heard from a mile down. his heart raced and his breath came out in puffs of clouds. he ran away from the sounds, shoving people out of the way. down an alley and across the street, a car waited for him.
Tired of living my three different lives, all this noise like a constant siren in my head feeding me more reality than I can bear to take.