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poet_head
Coatesville, Pennsylvania
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ABOUT ME
I have always loved writing, especially poetry. It's like my brain can crap out a mess of emotions that can be shaped into a complicated, beautiful translation of the human soul; an ugly, passionate, and erratic creature.

INTERESTS AND FAVORITES
Books: Reckless, Everyday, Delirium, Speak
Music: My Beautiful, Dark, Twisted Fantasy, Pure Heroine, 2014 Forest Hills Drive, Free the Universe
Movies: Monty Python and the Holy Grail, Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, Madagascar; Escape to Africa
TV Shows: New Girl, Scrubs, Arrested Development, Archer
Interests: Writing, Listening to Music, Traveling, Being a teenager


Poetry
The Flight of Time
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

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Poetry
Hip-Hop's Gratitude
By poet_head GOLD
Coatesville, Pennsylvania
poet_head GOLD, Coatesville, Pennsylvania
11 articles 0 photos 1 comment

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

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Poetry
My Fire
By poet_head GOLD
Coatesville, Pennsylvania
poet_head GOLD, Coatesville, Pennsylvania
11 articles 0 photos 1 comment

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

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Stop and Think, "What If?"
By poet_head GOLD
Coatesville, Pennsylvania
poet_head GOLD, Coatesville, Pennsylvania
11 articles 0 photos 1 comment

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

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Poetry
Catching the Bus
By poet_head GOLD
Coatesville, Pennsylvania
poet_head GOLD, Coatesville, Pennsylvania
11 articles 0 photos 1 comment

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

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Poetry
I Pray for Another
By poet_head GOLD
Coatesville, Pennsylvania
poet_head GOLD, Coatesville, Pennsylvania
11 articles 0 photos 1 comment

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

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Poetry
A Weekday
By poet_head GOLD
Coatesville, Pennsylvania
poet_head GOLD, Coatesville, Pennsylvania
11 articles 0 photos 1 comment

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

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Poetry
Something Old
By poet_head GOLD
Coatesville, Pennsylvania
poet_head GOLD, Coatesville, Pennsylvania
11 articles 0 photos 1 comment

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

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Poetry
Escaping Eyes
By poet_head GOLD
Coatesville, Pennsylvania
poet_head GOLD, Coatesville, Pennsylvania
11 articles 0 photos 1 comment

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

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When You Laughed, I Cried
By poet_head GOLD
Coatesville, Pennsylvania
poet_head GOLD, Coatesville, Pennsylvania
11 articles 0 photos 1 comment

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

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Poetry
Hope Burned in Me
By poet_head GOLD
Coatesville, Pennsylvania
poet_head GOLD, Coatesville, Pennsylvania
11 articles 0 photos 1 comment

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

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