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#firefighting
when i grow up i want to be a hero Nothing is going to stop me Ill be a firefighter like my daddy Just you wait and see. My daddy is a hero It’s plain to the eye He puts out fires to save you and I. Sure he gets angry But thats cuz he’s tired He has a really cool job And doesnt want to be fired (Get it? Fired? hehe) Mommy came home with tears in her eyes I didnt understand Usually im the one who cries My daddy WAS a hero His pictures on our shelf He saved many many lives But couldn’t save himself He had a hard job He saw lots of things He kept it all inside Now he has angel wings when i grow up i want to be a hero Nothing is going to stop me Ill be a firefighter like my daddy Just you wait and see.
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6d ago
May 28, 2026 at 1:25 PM UTC
I want to be a hero
Fire and mortar Dust to dust The sky stained red From ashes and rust The flames reach new heights. They lick the sky, Burning new trenches. I wish I could say why.
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Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 2:44 PM UTC
Flames
I found a flock of cranes clustered in a gravel lot; they were silent, still, their grays and reds paint matte the landscape behind the jaundice yellow of the workers lounging out their lunch; one fellow, never caught his name, waved me over like I’d seen mafia dons do on TV; Where you boys headed? His voice, rumbles of the diesel engine of his machinery starting on icy mornings; Hell, it doesn’t matter. You’ll be busy all the same. Lunch on me today, son. two bills he pushed into my hands, crumpled and pocket damp, and slapped my *** in dismissal; the laughter of the men shuddered off the steel shells of those mechanical birds
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Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 1:26 PM UTC
Lunch Break in Boise
Man spends most his time fuelling furnace of progress --  by fighting fires.
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Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 7:15 AM UTC
Progress
and this is how i pick my bones apart. every layer of skin begins to burn, there's a bad taste on my tongue from choking back on your name. i hear the tones drop in my chest, fully involved with my anger inside. and i wish that roof collapsed. when does the smoke clear up from the flashover we caused? there's a tombstone above my bed commending you for killing what was left in me. no light, no light, and you were trained to move without your vision. there goes the flag, my final call. to the monster you were, and he slayed, see you at the big one.
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Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 1:40 AM UTC
here lies the ashes