OutsidersOutsidersOutsiders10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Just a rat pack
That don't cut slack
Just a few panthers all in a stack
Hand on shoulder
Like a boulder
Just to make the other feel colder
Against the wall
We look so tall
But you know inside we feel so small
Tough and confused
Feeling so used
Can't even help a friend that's abused
We quiver at the shadow's motions
Heroes or hoodlums
Socials or just bums
We're just outsiders
East End or West End
To hurt or defend
We're all outsiders
Watch the sunset
It's your best bet
Still it can't pay what we owe in debt
What can I do?
I love you too
We just need some time, just me and you
Not from above
I know your heart looks like a dove
There he just laid
That strong memory will never fade
Not so much light
And yet we fight
Why does it have to be done at night?
Ode to our friend
Just stay golden
I must hear that song over again
Cover my wounds
It's over soon
My blanket tonight will be the moon
I'm not crazy
Just quite dazy
The OutsidersOne by one my friends fall downThe Outsiders10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Each more helpless than the one before
Johnny had never left town
Not until he evened the score,
And the soc went tumbling to the ground.
The fire was the end of him and those kids are the ones he fell for.
Dally was not the same,
He had been in and out of jail.
He had already lost his aim,
But then he turned away from the trail.
Lifted the magazine and down he came,
One bullet after the next, into him like nails.
I don't know when times got rough,
Somehow things just didn't go my way.
Their blue Mustang was looking really tuff,
But, Bob had no idea Johnny would take his life away.
The day the church went down was enough,
Because it was then I realized—"nothing gold can stay".
HopelessA woman fit for battleHopeless1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
She stands alone
Ready to fight
Against the dark forces
But inside a child screaming
Pleading to be save from the monsters
That torment her soul day and night
Lost and confused
She breaks down and weeps
Will anyone save me?
Where is my hero to rescue me?
Song of HealingStanding in the middleSong of Healing1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of a warm welcoming room
She opened her mouth
And the crowd hushed
Beautiful melody filled
The quiet room
Wrapping around each heart
Hugging every broken soul
The song of healing began
The Outsiders Extra ChapterEpilogueThe Outsiders Extra Chapter6 years ago in Historical More Like This
Four years later
Ponyboy! I turn my head and see my older brother, Sodapop. Hes now nineteen, turning twenty soon. You coming? I nod my head and I go to the door where he is standing. Soda then opens the door and steps outside.
Hey Darry, can I drive?
No, we want to get there safely, Darry replies.
Same old Darry.
I get my shoes on and go outside to join my brothers.
You alright Ponyboy? asks Darry.
I cant tell Darry how I feel. We get along better now, but things still arent perfect. I get into the car, sitting in the back seat while Darry and Soda sit in the front. Were leaving now and heading towards a place that brings back painful memories. I look out at the scenery outside the car. Not much has changed in the past four years.
Sodas still working at the gas station with Steve. He now has a new girlfriend, but she isnt as nice as Sandy was
The Outsiders- Dally's Story"No! Johnny! You can't be dead! You just can't!" I slammed my fist against the frozen cold hospital wall and listened to the long beep of the monitor. Johnny was dead. The only thing that I had ever loved was now gone. Forever. I couldn't take the stress. I left Pony in the hospital room and dashed down the stairs. The only things I could hear as I wove my way through the hordes of people in the hospital lobby were my heart thumping loudly in my chest (bud-dum, bud-dum) and the many thoughts wildly racing through my head like wild mustangs.The Outsiders- Dally's Story8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Johnny's gone, Dally." "It's your fault for giving him the gun, Dally." "How will you go on, Dally." I couldn't take it. I had to do something to get this off my mind. Then I saw it. The big grocery store on the end of 18th st.
My heart still thumping loudly, I raced into the grocery store, my heater cold against my side. I pulled out the heater from under my loose shirt, looked around and pointed the gun to the clerk's head. Trembling, he raised h
Big Shoes to Fill "Curtis?.. Mr Darrel Curtis?"Big Shoes to Fill10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I'll never forget that day.
"...err... we have some bad news..."
I clenched my fist around the door handle as I leaned in the frame, but I couldn't possibly have prepared myself for what was coming next.
"Darrel.. uh.. there's been an accident just outside of town... a car crash - two bodies have been found in the front -"
"- They've been identified as a Mr and Mrs S. Curtis."
Mum and Dad.
I grew up a lot in that afternoon. In just those few hours I had left before Two-Bit dropped Sodapop and Ponyboy back home from school. I had to.
Laying the the bath with my head underwater it felt like the seconds were passing like years. I dried myself off slowly, careful to keep my jaw clenched to stop that swollen lump in the back of my throat from choking me, to keep those childish, weak and watery tears from streaming from eyes that had to stay dry for my brothers.
Sitting at the empt
The Outsiders - FeelThey always look at me the same way. Look at that punk kid. Hell never make it. Hell never be anything. I can always hear it. They never say it. It radiates from their eyes like sunlight. Its always the same damn thing. After awhile, I stopped caring. I started going numb.The Outsiders - Feel7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I used to feel, once upon a time. I used to know joy, somewhat, but most of the time, I was crying. Dont start calling me a wuss or nothin either. When youve grown up where Ive grown up, you begin to understand. It was hard not to break down every night back then. Every day a friend of mine or someone else close to me would end up on the news, dead. Thats pretty hard to take at nine years old. Id come home, cold and sick from breathin death and look for something to make me feel better. Id beg my father for comfort and hed just tell me to shut up; go back to his true love of the day, be it beer or cocaine or some floozy off the street
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