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i filled myself up used holes in my skin, scratches from rumbles to create dams that only held emotion i ate away at the spare parts let my hair fall to the ground and rise like a phoenix, a different man/boy/beast than before i was gone with the wind, right before you came and tried to free me from myself i am so real, you should be scared i am so alive, you should be scared i am so close to being dead, you should look me in the eye soc girls, look at them and envy every madras sweater or tuff corvette i want the money, the heater unloaded, the switch pressed against my enemy and this time, with a chance of winning i am possessed and his spirit is nothing for me to interfere with you think of me, all i think about is paul newman and a ride home when i die, i want to be buried with books, a pen and a piece of paper because i want to write every robert frost line, and have it carved into my own flesh i am beautiful, no matter how long the hair or how short they say i am a hood, a greaser but all i hear is stay gold
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Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 11:53 AM UTC
i am an outsider
i filled myself up used holes in my skin, scratches from rumbles to create dams that only held emotion i ate away at the spare parts let my hair fall to the ground and rise like a phoenix, a different man/boy/beast than before i was gone with the wind, right before you came and tried to free me from myself i am so real, you should be scared i am so alive, you should be scared i am so close to being dead, you should look me in the eye soc girls, look at them and envy every madras sweater or tuff corvette i want the money, the heater unloaded, the switch pressed against my enemy and this time, with a chance of winning i am possessed and his spirit is nothing for me to interfere with you think of me, all i think about is paul newman and a ride home when i die, i want to be buried with books, a pen and a piece of paper because i want to write every robert frost line, and have it carved into my own flesh i am beautiful, no matter how long the hair or how short they say i am a hood, a greaser but all i hear is stay gold
Written in the perspective of Ponyboy Curtis, from S.E Hinton's The Outsiders
#novel#book#outsiders#se#hinton#staygold#stay#gold#books#inspiration
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Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 11:53 AM UTC
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