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My Fire

January 9, 2015
By poet_head GOLD, Coatesville, Pennsylvania
poet_head GOLD, Coatesville, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”


― Jack Kerouac, On the Road


trains go so fast

but can't change course

they are the structure

to my firey design.

the leaves burn red

while I am left with smoke -

so many eyes that seemed

so harmless,

yet there are

so many eyes 

that burn red.

in moments when I tend to dwell

on red and orange and yellow,

I can't breath as my 

internal pressure evaporates

into red inferno -

chaos gave life to simplicity,

like the color green or blue,

but all I see is infinite gray.

so remember me father

for I have burned red for you.



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