Opionistic

When Bob goes too far and Johnny cannot bear       his           guilt When the police hunt after sunrise and Johnny's at the front of the paper When Ponyboy and Johnny Catch the       Midnight                                train When the church burns and the world    comes crashing        down When the Socs are defeated    and the Greasers are crowned When Johnny has been laid to rest and Dally's end is nigh Three words are left by Johnny at the  end  of  a line ...  S t a y  G o l d , P o n y b o y.  

Doritos are red But Cool Ranch is blue Never forget to drink Mountain Dew.

Have you ever dreamt of flying upon silver, swift wings, Wandering through the sky without any cares at all? Maybe you'd prefer to never be seen at all. To pass through walls without a sound, to lose yourself in other's brawls? It's possible you're a dreamer, with your head in the stars. Who would venture into darkness prepared to face many misdemeanors. But would you want to be in the deep blue abyss amidst the sharks, the whales. Would you want to be where the fishies are?

sharp hiss, on sizzling, dull concrete. painful, crimson dashes; soft, furry paws. infuriated growls; provoked dog. canine jaws, a marbled mess; hideously composed of hide and claws. not to mention, dark, thick, scarlet blood.

Time, worth more than gold It never stops for anyone, even when you’re old One day we’ll be dead and buried in the ground, but even in our dread Forward, time will spread. Something we can’t carry with us. Something we can’t stop. We can only discuss it, Until our time is up.

Tendrils lazily stretch up to the sky, carrying newborn leaves and flowers on their backs. A blur of saturated colors; That coincidentally fails to make a blur. While flat summer  sun                                   beams                                         down,                                                up                                         crawl the juniper shaded stalks                                           to claim the sun for themselves. Those who amble highest dine better than the bourgeoisie, as those below cannot provide for themselves wither    starve             die                     lose. Every