#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.
6d ago
May 28, 2026 at 1:25 PM UTC
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.
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 2:44 PM UTC
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
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 1:26 PM UTC
Man spends most his time
fuelling furnace of progress
-- by fighting fires.
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 7:15 AM UTC
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.
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 1:40 AM UTC