Neverland

I wrote about skating Oh dear, I did And I thought I'd be waiting Till early 2020's or mid To go skating with you on Christmas day Oh you found a way You found a way to bring me on the ice We go back in time back to places so nice Those three scenes you painted didn't bring back three memories The three that you painted Took me flying on wings We flew to many times and places from back at Trek to our imagination mazes You painted more than a picture Can't you see? These recollections are my favorite memories

And she made me a retrospectroscope To look into the past That's all I really wanted for Christmas, you know And I didn't think it was possible You got the first three scenes that I would have found You made me scream inside without making a sound Because, really to be honest, I didn't think it possible To make a retrospectroscope But you already do the impossible...

After reading yours over and over And staring at the beautiful images I write my own message I translated it so many times "From English to Welsh to French to Mandarin to Spanish to Dutch, and than Hungarian" Hoping that my message would disappear when it comes back to English It all changed but the end Fbkzs fbdss akdxz It still wrote J ,k s gkh But in my language :) After thousands of times of translating I don't think it will ever change J aj,,  s sd xszsd s gkh. I m ka gkh css,  dkms , akdfb,szz x abFs d,  hf J aj,, ,agz ,k s gkh

I tried to write of gliding And I never thought of it as flying But now that you call it Neverland I guess my dreams do have winters They don't come up as frequently But we could do this weekendly Now I'm dying to go back to Neverland Christmas with Wendy The bad thing about spending So much time with you Is that the next day I'm pretending To not be missing you So let's go gliding again And we can skate along the ice Not many women and men Just you, me, and the ice Someday I'll show you How amazing it can be When the ice is blue From the pond underneath The scarfs and gloves so warming With the snow all around No city people swarming But the nature abound A hotel near by And light posts on dim You can look at the sky And feel as if you can swim The mountains in the distance Not too far And on the morning of Christmas We'd hop in our car We'd go up the mountain And look below For once I'm not cold Because you're there I know Beneath the hills Is the

If I had a retrospectroscope I would see all our memories I'd watch the scenes over and over Longing for a new one to come up I guess dreaming works too

My life is the yo-yo God has it under control He is a yo-yo master Sometimes he lets it down But only to do amazing things Only to bring me back up again We go down But we always remember That He will bring us back up

As many times as I blink I'll think of you Tonight

You were right about the pain that comes when that person leaves Cuz when he leaves he feels it too A longing to go back A nice big cabin The middle of the woods A campfire burns And there are guitars playing Singers A few really good ones And a few terrible ones Children laughing And so many smiles The fall of '14

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"Do it for the lolz" -Steven

I'm actually extremely happy I connected with a person today And see, this sounds sappy I'm going to stop writing so happy now, okay.

My writing is just an instrument It's all a metaphor, see? I'm not crying the rain, My tears don't flood like the sea But I write things that I know can connect And when you're older than my age It won't have an effect I can write almost anything I'm happy, I'm sad, or I'm feeling the bling But does it have any meaning to read, "Yo I'm happy today and what I had for dinner was meat I like drawing little doodles and erasing them Because my life is too fantastic to remember them."? So when I write a sad song Or a dreary little tune It mostly isn't for me I won't pop my balloon It's all public, but the public, see will have more of a connection to it than you and me

capo 6: Em, C, G, D My mood effects the instrument The beat will play when I'm feeling it I'll hit the heads with a smile And meanwhile I hate the world and it's raining outside Everything is gray and black, there's no sleeping tonight All I feel is the weariness and the piano reflects the dreariness I'm hittin the keys The sound of the strings floats through the room When I get going, I won't stop soon Cuz the hammers keep going and I'm on my role I'm hittin the keys The blaze of a fire floats to the moon When I start playing, it's to my doom Cuz the hammers keep going and I'm on my role I'm hittin the keys A world of black surrounding me I sinking but this can't be a sea, it's too salty I'll strum the strings when my face is red And I drop dead I can't think of anything else Everyone is talking in Welsh But when I feel the weariness The piano reflects the dreariness I'm hittin the keys The

"Give me faith To trust what you say That you're good And your love is great I'm broken inside I give you my life."

But I still need someone to sob to skateboards can't wipe away the tears They can't block out the screaming I hear in my ears I think they are my screams I'm not sure anymore But nobody is here No one has walked through the door The tears keep on flooding I think I'll drown in my sorrow Since I hopped off my skateboard I'm feeling so hollow There's nothing inside anymore I'm worth nothing at all Used to be so high I could soar But I fell like a ball I got hit with a bat and I flew so high I was literally all the way across the city But I couldn't touch the sky Because as Newton's laws of gravity say I always must come down And now I fell so hard I pierced through I'm burrowed 100 feet below the ground

I walk and walk and I never stop To get as far away as I can I won't ever stop When home is a mess and I can't get away You know I'll always find a way So I walk and walk past the schoolyard and the shops And soon enough I'm far away I'm not scared to go further I could go all day 5 hours of walking can't keep me away But my legs are tired and my hands are cold My head it aches but my heart is bold I bought a skateboard and a helmet Because safety always comes first And now I'm never gonna sell it Because out of it bursts, "I got you home after all you went through Yea when you lose your way I'll see you through Everybody gets knocked down sometimes But I'll be the one to lift you up Everyone's gotta have that one thing To be the one to lift you up." So the wheels were turning My foot was kicking The wind was rushing And I think I was speeding I made it home before the darkness came And I'm back to the big

"Hey there Delilah Don't you worry about the distance I'm right here if you get lonely Give this song another listen Close your eyes Listen to my voice It's my disguise I'm by your side."

I'm going to admit it I'm scared a little I'm scared to open up I'm scared to look in your eyes I'm afraid of what might happen what consequences could come I'm afraid of hurting you and myself too But when I do open up And relax a little bit My mouth starts talking And I don't want to quit I love hearing your giggle when I say something dumb And I don't realize how weird I am until it is done I love walking with you Just someone being there because 99% of the people around me aren't actually there They are thinking about how hungry they are Or what they need to do None of them actually are there for me Except you I love to listen to you talk Because darling it's a rare occurrence And everything drowns out but your voice And it gives me more endurance But when it's gone I start thinking again What if I am wrong? What if I'm doing is hurting you maybe not now but later on I only want the best for you and i

You are right. I'm here and I'm listening. I don't know things, but I'm waiting. Get comfortable, I won't force things out But I want to help get your burdens out You know the pain and now it's time For you to feel the victory. So I'm waiting and whenever you're ready Let's talk :)

I used to picture winter so nice The fire blazing, someone would role the dice My whole family laughing and drinking Their hot chocolate and coffee so warm and steamy A few winter coats and the tree set up But it's to early for that which is a little messed up It's already snowed but it wasn't delightful It just made it even colder and made my school frightful Frightfully cold that is, such that we couldn't even attend I wish it would reach Thanksgiving and Christmas so winter could end

I remember a place that I would give anything for right now. It was summer and nice and warm outside and near a stream was a log. I would sit on that log with my hand-made fishing pole and the trees surrounded me. I was on a small path that I could find every time but was hidden to everyone else. This small clearing in the trees was along a small stream system. If I walked a little further, the path jerked to the left and came to an end near a small waterfall. But if you go straight and hop over the stream, you come to the top of a small cliff. Head right and you go down a ways and you'll find yourself at the bottom of that cliff. If you go straight though, you will over look where you would be if you went right. Down at the bottom was a larger part of the stream. In this part, the mud was a yellowish color and the water was super clear. There was hundreds of tiny fish that always swam away when you got near. One time I tried for hours to catch one, but they are the fastest little

And again this feeling comes around haven't felt it in a while I was on the ceiling Fell to the ground And I've just lost my smile I don't know how to get it back But right now I'm just so tired I can't try now And don't say I slack Because if anyone gets fired It's not me.

There's this boy who daydreams about you all day. I hope you're okay with that. But when he looks into your eyes, He sees something that no other girl has And I hope you're okay with that. Because he can't wait to see you tonight And though you saw him the last two days in a row He hasn't seen you enough. And I hope you're okay with that.

I sit in my chair People all around me I feel under my fluffy hair My fez, oh so astounding My explosive fruits of many sorts Are so intriguing to myself They could help in so many sports And to quickly clear my shelf I see the man lying on the ground And see that he is not Exploded out of town Then I'd say that I was caught You all guessed wrong It wasn't his little brother Ulysses sings his song Of guilt, taught by his mother "It was me who did the thing you hate I am the one to blame I am now in a consequences state I sit in my box of shame."  My skill at the crossbow exceeds that of Craine I am quite a precise shot And you might say that I am insane But trust me, I am not For it was frankly just an act To get away with the crime I got back with all ze cash Now I have the money to create my lime This fruit will be the end to you all It is my best creation yet It's explosion radius, bigger than a mall The time I just have to set Just kidding It was Jack

There was a curse on a pair Of magnets They could not touch Till January The months passed And the magnets never  Reached each other They felt the pull It was ever so strong In the summer it began And in the fall it was stronger By the time it reached the winter The pull of these two magnets Was the strongest ever One day, they will finally find each other And one day they won't have to pull back Every second of every day

I've been dreaming of saturday In a small portable building I'll be jamming to music And you'll be there watching I don't know how I'll do And I don't know if I'll regret it But I've always wanted an excuse to sing to you I've been dreaming of saturday My guitar strings vibrating producing a sound that I'm hoping will be to the ears pleasing My drums will bang as they always do But my voice doesn't get practice Like those drum sticks do I've been dreaming of saturday What will you think? Will I mess up in front of you Will you be gone before I blink? I know I'm just thinking And it's very irrational But the song that I'm singing Is extremely practical I've been dreaming of saturday My hope's to impress And while we are playing those worship songs My mind's in distress Because my heart will be pounding As it gets to my song They want me to play Neverland Maybe you'll sing along

Oh my gosh  Get out of my head I'm trying to sleep Trying to sleep in my bed But you are there  Spinning around Your feet move so gracefully And everyone you astound When you put on the tiara And the big fluffy thing You looked more amazing  Than a princess or queen But my dumb sunglasses Didn't let me see So I look at the pictures And I'd think you'd agree You can chill all you want If I asked you to stay My mind has room My dreams have space

Spinning around the room I felt alive again Not even trying for skill Or moves or teqnique Because one more dance  Made me alive again

A thousand and one times I dropped it A thousand and one rhymes I rapped it I'm broken Out spoken We're all taken captive by Satan And after all the times I failed And after all the times I've fallen I learned one thing: I dropped the bar I dropped the bar I dropped it far I lowered expectations to find sanctification It leaves a scar and I dropped the bar When I go out to preach it I know I can't teach it, cuz I am a hypocrite man That's all that I see here But I can't think on that Cuz in Romans i read here We all fell short A deep dark well deep here And I know the knowledge But I gotta use it for me here Before I go tellin them all to believe here! I gotta use it and we all gotta use it and Raise the bar for our fellow believers Because of all the receivers Of our words we say and the prayers we pray All of the receivers They look at us, "hypocrite!" Jesus doesn't tell us

For once in my life, I'm good For once in my life, I'm strong For once I feel like I could fly For once I'm feeling good

Now all I'll be thinking of is you And I say that like something has changed At school my day dreams aren't new And with them I play a little game How many times will I see her today I try to keep count but I soon lose my place Was it 409 or 428?  I knew in my heart all along That this would happen, you and I And I'd write it in poems and songs That I wanted to spare you the pain And I made bad choices Went too far And I think you know what I mean When I say it left a scar Deep and visible, people still see I want to wash it away  It's a metaphor see But what definitely isn't Are my feelings right now And I know that this time It's not feelings alone God set this in motion Or at least I pray that He did So that as soon as we can I'd like to begin

I'm still your number 1 fan

A talk A talk Let's take a walk And talk about the things we've not A talk  A talk Let's walk the talk And walk the walk I know we'll talk

It sits on my wall Now mounted If it started to fall I'd panic But yet I never touch it I never play it It sits on my wall beautifully It sits there just and unfortunately I never touch it I never play it It sits there with eight strings It sits there un-tuned I never touch it I never play it I waited so long for it I payed so much for it But I never touch it I never play it Why?

I want a place that's just you and I staring into your face and into your eyes I want to look at you and say that I'm sorry I'm sorry that you will have to put up with me And my drumming And my lame jokes And my abnormal phobias at Dillards And my nerdiness I'm sorry that you will have to see Me when I'm mad Me when I'm too happy Me when I'm sad Me when I'm too hungry And I'm sorry for days like this I talked to you twice I was so happy that you came But I feel like I wasted your time I looked at your eyes And I saw hurt that came from me And I wanted to cry Next thing I know You are leaving And I'm not going to let that happen again

I'm running  Someone is chasing me No, it's not like that Because My jersey is dripping with sweat My hair is soaked wet And my shoes and burning up The ground is shiny A red line across the center that I pass I find a curved line and someone in front of me I am trapped This ball I am dribbling It is perfect It is mine It is my logo My personality Me I am the ball I take it through the three men trapping me and leave them in the dust Familiar faces call out to me I look up to see a scoreboard It says 43 to 8 Home I look around I am home This is my court I own this court I have always Owned this court The men come behind me and I swing it around my back Then through my legs from behind And I spin That is my trademark I am at the basket My team calls out to me again But not to pass Not to shoot Not to score Not to jump Not to swat Not to block Not to steal Not to dribble Only to play I blink And I am on the sidelines  And I look at the scoreboard 43 to 8 Away I am home This is my

It was so nice to see you I wish we could have had longer We were split into two groups And I'd like to say I was stronger Until that moment We had to divide

He came in a box I opened the lid I tilted it down And down he slid His face triangular His mouth opened wide A mouse walks in And has nowhere to hide He curls up in a ball For how he gets his name And I put him down He tries to back to where he came I open another lid This time much bigger And I put him in the terrarium And he starts to slither He finds the cave in the corner And he peeks inside He crawls on in It's where he'll reside He's home now My new reptilian friend Monty Python, that is I think he's a God-send

I'm on the same page Trust me, it's true I'm paying my wage And darling I miss you I just forced myself to say What is always on my mind I hope you feel the same way My one of a kind You're right about saving the world Because you save me every day And I don't need much more Just need you to say You're here

Don't worry my father I think I'll be fine No concerns for me please I'll try not to whine I know it's all you see but I can explain it for you When I write my songs and poetry A happy mood just won't do But don't you worry I'm in no pain Just the default Of life's stabbing game Cuz that's just me! I can't write but a sad song Oh that's just me When I'm smiling I won't get far That's just me I can't live with a happy prayer Oh that's just me I'm such a sad song Don't worry my father I know I'll be good This life as it turns out will turn out like it would I'm sorry you think that I'm a poor dreary soul But if you just trust me You'd be making the good call But don't you worry I'm in no pain Just the default Of life's stabbing game And it's just me! I can't write but a sad song Oh that's just me When I'm smiling I won't get far Th

I think we could both settle for a stressless week Because I admit, I am feeling a little weak And right now, relaxation is the only thing I seek My determination went from a river to a creek The current of water with a single red streak And not one other can get from it a drink Because the water's not healthy, my armor's got a chink And when I look in the mirror my face is so bleak Because again, I am feeling so weak

I try harder and harder to get back to you I've tried high pay and barter but it never will do When will we begin? I try desperately to hold to those dreams that I have And when I wake up without them I can't go back to grab When will we begin? When will we begin? After long years with winters Ever so cold And months they pass and summer Is only to be told When will we begin? I need you more than ever I'm slipping away My mind's getting severed I need you to stay! I'd like to say I'm clever And I don't need a friend But as we both know That will lead to the end The one single question I have every day Is when will we begin? Singing when will we begin? I sing a song of sadness A song with dismay And a fire sparks on inside me I jump in the flame! When will we begin? After long years with winters Ever so cold And months they pass and summer Is only to be told When will we begin? I need you more than ever I'm sli

Someday everything will be gone. Newton's second law of thermodynamics says that everything, all matter and all energy, is always drifting towards a state of entropy. It is all dying. Even this website. Someday there will be no such thing as inspiredbypeter.blogspot.com and someday Peter Pan will not be here and someday even Wendy will be gone. But the one thing that remains, that is not effected by entropy, that will not die, that can not leave, is a memory. That is all that there will be left of everything here. So make good ones. Let's make good ones.

I sat on a chair. Before me was a landscape of glass to the horizon. The glass was stained by the light that reflected off of it. The tiny waves broke the glass occasionally and the few boats in the distance sailed it. My chair sat five feet up from where the foam of the ocean met the sand and the sand was beautiful. If you looked close enough you would see millions and millions of grains of sand all one big sandy color blended, but individually they were all separate and different. Where the water washed over the sand and went back to its territory, the sand underneath that thin blanket was dark and wet. The light of the setting sun reflected off of it, like the ocean behind. The clouds were nowhere to be seen. The sky was so many colors. If I looked straight up, I would see a black sky with a few white, twinkling stars scattered through the mix of cosmos. If I looked straight ahead, I see the brightest star in our sky, the sun, orange and fiery, sitting on top of the horizon. A line

Do you remember when we sat on really large rocks talking about Peter Pan in front of an inflatible? Do you remember when we walked in a path of green and pretended like we were running a maze? Do you remember when we used jazz hands to express our lack of dancing skills? Do you remember when we were obsessed with asdf videos for a whole week and made countless of inside jokes about them? Do you remember when there was a tornado and I was complaining about a constant beeping? Do you remember when we glanced at eachother laughing on the inside about our non-understanding of a fisherman? Do you remember when I dropped your plate? Do you remember when we sat watching Courageous and I was being a dork and you kept laughing at my dumb jokes to make me feel better? Do you remember our first battle of holding doors for each other? Do you remember when I killed your sister in the Hunger Games and you got all mad and I was like level ten scared? Do you remember when I peeked at the mi

I love it The raw music Coming from pure vibrations Amplified, but still raw I get up from the couch. I have been working and working. Writing and writing. Thinking and thinking. I walk across the room. I put my fingers around the tonearm and lift it up and pull it a few inches to the left. My favorite vinyl is still sitting there from when I last played it. I set the tonearm down and the pulley is already spinning the platter. The vinyl spins and the tonearm moves slowly to the first middle towards the first song. A beat comes on with a an awesome synthesizer. His voice sings, "I wake up fine and dandy, but then by the time I find it handy, to rip my heart apart and start planning my crash landing. I go up up up..." I think of him singing it. He stresses in all of his music that we are broken people and we sometimes have terrible and hard lives. But while I'm thinking about that more of the song passes by and it's all in the back of my brain because I'm thin

And I still remember her singing That calming soft voice singing powerful words The fingers flicking the strings It was the first time I saw them do such a thing But the notes played perfectly Chords played excellently Her voice sang truthfully

I know it And she knows it And she knows I know it And I know she knows it The only person The only thing The only place To find real happiness Is in God

Please don't cry No more fears I see that you have been Swimming in tears Screaming and hopeless You feel all alone Like worry has replaced Your blood, muscles, and bones You cry out to God Yelling, "Oh help me please!" But it's really just your mind You are trying to appease You hate everything And just need a sign A Good Samaritan To be on your side I've been there before I can tell you it's true All you really need, friend Has been given to you He promises the best Like peace like a dove And you will only find that From the one up above

Fun fact: The world record holder for skipping stones had like 51 skips or something. I'll be practicing :)P

Your absence is pain A hollow spot in my brain I can't think but of you In everything that I do I might see you tonight But inside theres a fight Cuz I know that we'll part And that's when it starts I don't want to leave you Never again And when I'll see you next I'll feel better again And I'll sing, "Home Is where you are Kinda tragic that I left your side Left your side, left your side" "You're my air when I feel like I can't breathe Catchin me when I'm tripping over my feet We'll get through this together." -He Is We

If I had nothing to link it to, I'd link it to this But the curse of the past isn't something to dismiss Every time that I sing it I'll think of that moment That day that I pray again and over for atonement  I'd change the name, make it rhyme, give it all meaning And then I'd think of this when I'm singing  But the fact that I'm typing this, I'll surely think of you Because anyway, that's what every second of everyday I do

I'd wake up tomorrow in a cabin in the woods with you in the next room if I had the choice Your voice I would follow until there you stood like flowers in bloom if I had the choice But I don't have the choice We'll just have to make the most of every second we get to spend together Despite blabber and judgments and age and bad weather We'll make the best of it

Your face was the sun on a rainy trip It was warm and bright as if summer was here When you asked what my favorite part of the weekend was I think I lied and said it was something weird You were the greatest part of it all Your smile, your laugh, and those amazing eyes I slept so well knowing you would be there The moment my eyes opened and I found you guys One ounce of Neverland was so very nice And I can vouch for you along with me It would be fairy tale of a perfect life If we could live there forever happy

I'm glad I got to know you better, yes I'm talking to you this time You aged a little, got a boring shell, and you've kind of been my partner in crime A true new friend, which is a little blend, because most of them are teenagers Oh wait- 

We were sitting at a campfire with smoke blowing in our face It keeps us gross, goes in our nose, blows all over the place It's cold, we're shivering, the fire not so warm Take one step back, you'll get eaten up by ants in a swarm The sparks are flying and people are shrieking as they glow right past their ears And the shrieking continues as the smoke envelopes and that's all there is to hear We tell lame jokes and no ghost stories, excitement level: none There's just a few lame ones such as a man who farts and a panda in a bar with a gun This sounds dreadful, horribly miserable, unlikable and crazy But with the company, her sitting on my left, it was really quite amazing

Running through the forest  My boys by my side She is right behind me  Run so fast we glide Hopping over rocks and trees All along the stream "Think this is what Neverland's like?" "Oh yes, it would seem." One, two, three hops along the rapids Lost boys skipping skipping stones Ran so far ahead of them Nobody else will know But we keep tossing and throwing Slinging those rocks  Scaring away the fish I'm sure They swim a couple of blocks Me and the lost boys run Wendy by our side Wish it could last forever We could run forever and hide

ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!

But you never know What I'm trying to say This one I'll tell you Before you read my display 3! = 1x2x3 5!= 1x2x3x4x5 I know you hate math, I'm sorry But it's how I think sometimes When two languages blend It becomes a beautiful mystery

The end of the week, also called the weekend I predict for tomorrow night, but wish no end Memories and fun will blend Dancing through Neverland Maybe it could never end A lifetime at Beaver's Bend

If someone is very smart And they know how to tell time And this time they do not thwart Could you say that they are clock wise? On the other hand, the minute hand The hand that moves with the sand It ticks regularly, but anyways, similarly... If that man is not quite as bright And has no idea of time But they are moving in a circle, right Would they then still be clockwise?

If I'm thinking I'm probably sinking Drowning in thought Dying to stop She's my every moment's obsession She ain't no posession She's the greatest thing on earth  Distracts me from all my work!  I can't get a single thing done Because she shines like the sun In my mind she's always there And that's why my work is so bare Girl I could be acing every test Why you gotta be the best?  You know I'm just kidding But seriously: for reals

To Neverland again                                              This is Neverland We will fly away                                                   The mountains and lakes Until                                                                      The beautiful landscape The night comes                                                     I see with my own eyes We will cry because                                               I will look away from We are finally happy                                              The map I see The map I see                                                        We are finally happy I will look away from                                             We will cry because I see with my own eyes                                          The night comes The beautiful landscape                                         Until The mountains and lakes                                         We will fly away This is Neverland                                  

I wanna be your escape Need you to feel my embrace I won't let go No I won't let go Won't let you fall Can't slip out of my arms Cuz I need you to be right here

       Thanks to Alex and his friend, Jaden, we had a time machine. Yes, it took them their whole entire four years in highschool to build it, and yes they kept it secret. How did we end up with the time machine you ask? Well it's simple. We stole it. What we did with it, well that didn't turn out well. Alex and Jaden were the only ones who actually knew how to work it. It wasn't a time machine that you picture. You have to type in this big formula on a screen depending on what year you want to go to and it's more like a platform that takes up a whole room. The control unit is part of it. Anything touching the platform went, and the platform itself went. That was all. Nobody could figure out how it worked, so we just kept typing in random numbers and signs. If Alex and Jaden were there, well, we probably would not have gotten stuck in the Cretacious Period.      I know. You are probably thinking that this is going to be a typical they-go-back-in-time-and-the-time-mach

Someday I am going to accidentally write on the wrong blog. It will be embarrassing.

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She looks at you with longing She just stares the whole time  That's not where you belong You are mine You can't be aged You can't start driving And if I was a Mage I'd stop you from trying It's useless, anyway I'd stop while I was ahead But tomorrow is the day After you get up from your bed It won't change It will be okay You will stay And you're not going to gray One number larger on your title And it's no use fighting  Faster than the moon slashes and the sun pricks The number on your card will say one six

Batflash and Finboi character profiles: Name: Robert Stogahivich Superhero name: Batflash Abilities: Has the money and the awesome gear and raspy voice of the Dark Night himself and is the fastest man alive and can manipulate time. He also has tentacles. The fastest in the world in fact. They can wiggle around at more than 2 miles per hour! Origin: A flower was living inside a cup of Jello that was eaten by the Flash and Batman. The DNA went into the roots of the flower that was hit with a thermally active ray of sunlight and transformed into a baby boy with a raspy voice and the powers and awesome-ness of the Batman and Flash. Name: Finley Superhero name: Finboi Abilities: He has fins replaced with his arms and legs. Nostrils shoot lasers (laser pointers) and then he gets a nosebleed. He can put one single word into a person's mind once a day. He can not swim and he is allergic to his fins, as well as peanut butter. He wears inverted glasses and his eyesight deteriorates

How was it? -good How are you? -great How was your day? -normal How did you sleep? -fine I can't help wanting to know more I know your heart and mind have a big, steel door, but I wish I could learn more about you In a way other than hearing whats hurting you Your prayers and pleas teach me the most But that's okay. Just knowing you this well, I can boast.

Yes, it's times like these when I wish for telepathy I don't have the courage to say what you mean to me I can't get out even 10 percent of what's inside Because my mind seems to run off and hide Can we be Thomas and Teresa   from book one?

If I say unexplainable  I would be explaining it But I can't So it was not even unexplainable  Thank you

A swingset in a park, the grass around high Clouds are black, up comes the nigh Mulch is soggy and swings are wet As they go back and forth, creek creek goes swingset Children don't play, it's not a good day They sit in their homes, they sit and they wait The swingset keeps swinging, back and forth it goes And it will keep swinging, till the children come, who knows? But the air is cold, the sky is dark, rain falls down It falls like small, tiny worlds jut hitting the ground These worlds pass and pass as the swingset keeps swinging Cuz the swingset has a purpose and it's still believing Believing and swinging never slowing at all It swings through the seasons, summer, spring, winter, and fall Someday the chain will break, the rust will just crumble And the swing will land on the ground and there is nothing but a mumble I never slowed down, why did I end up like this? And this is the fact that is always missed The rain came, the rust grew, and over time you

The crowd is screaming Lights are flashing Scoreboard matched Sweat dripping Coach yelling I'm sitting The air is hot But I have goosebumps Muscles stretched Hair soaked teammates pumped I'm sitting The time is low The score is tied Fouls high Last time out Play is crucial I'm sitting 0 pts 0 reb 0 assists 0 stls 0 hustle I'm sitting Where are you Joseph Why aren't you here We need you Joseph Get up and play One shot Joseph I'm sitting

I joke and I kid and I laugh and I play But could it be that they don't take it that way? I'm paranoid about hurting people's feelings But my nature is joking without meaning I love you my friend, you are dear to me But I'm as hurt as a hurt friend can be That you don't know me well enough To know to ignore all that kind of stuff Maybe I should stop it Take all my humor and drop it Maybe I should be quiet  So they don't buy it Maybe I should stop talking  Because my words mean nothing  Maybe my voice is useless I don't use it with purpose So that's how I'll be I'll hide with my heart in the corner, you see I'll be just like the others and not say a word Until someone asks me to talk, don't say it's absurd You'd like it better that way I know you'd deny it But again, those jokes that I play, you buy it You all buy it in fact "You're out of the band" was just an act Just tell me I bully Tell me straight up I won

School used to be writing words on a chalkboard Learning how to spell them and then learning some more Letters were letters and numbers were numbers And nobody did an ounce of work in the summer Math was adding and subtracting Social studies was fun and acting English we read and sometimes wrote And science we'd maybe disect a goat Everyone was happy and laughed with their friends Now we just can't wait for the year to end

One person says something, another interprets it differently This Tuesday next Tuesday Tuesday after, similarly What's the difference? Are they all the same? Is language or diction just one big game? Next Tuesday might mean the next Tuesday reached But wouldn't this Tuesday be the same? I seek So are this and that or kiss and cat even different things? They're both combinations of sounds that a meaning your mind brings But saying they have no significance at all Is when I would make that false statement call God gave us knowledge, learning, understanding And I believe whole heartedly that as long as I'm standing I'll have that basic knowledge and rationality Because it's a trait of humans, His reflection to see So we should learn our vocabulary, our English, our grammar So that we don't get hit in the face with one of Satan's largest hammers Called miscommunication. It can do terrible things Like break friendships and jo

Little strands of wire wrapped tightly around Different sized metal, silver and wound, Strung over a bridge and then tugged to secure. So much hitting and whipping they'll endure. On the other side, coiled and pulled Tighter and tighter, till what you'd call cruel. They lie there over a gaping pit And are beaten, you see, with the terrible pick. Digging and torturing, sometimes breaking and popping- Cruelity and heartache pulse without stopping. They endure such a punishment that seems so sinful, But if you start listening, the music is beautiful. Sometimes we need hard expiriences in life. Sometimes we get stabbed by the world's razor knife. But out of the sadness, the heartache, the pain, There is something of so much value then gained. Those past things that happened create beautiful songs That we could just listen to repeat for ten hours long. Because we relate to them, a broken, hard existence, And we learn from them, get better, to

Nine letters long, I write it again and again I draw with it a lake and a large mountain The moon twice as large with a sillhouette of a boy He flies through the night, no he isn't a toy He represents me and the thoughts that I have Always stay young, all the opportunities to grab A compass in the corner, an island to the right This island I try to always keep in sight Again I say it, I write it again and again To remind me of one day reaching Neverland

If a heart weighs more than a feather, should I be allowed to get in? I'd theoretically be sent to nether, but he ignores all my sin They say that Ra created Ba and Ka, I say that's not true The only truth I know about death is he died for me and you He took all our lies, our thievery, our selfishness And he forgave it all with one act of selflessness He's the perfect example, the Holy Lamb But the only way to get to the promised land Is to live by faith, look at Joshua and Caleb The only original desert people that went into Canaan Doesn't matter if you've drank or smoked The thief on the cross went to heaven, I know Jesus told him that he had the faith And that he would see him again in paradise one day This could be me and you If we accept him into our hearts like He told us to

Can you regret not doing something, even when you have the chance to every day?  I have a snow globe in my room It sits there lonely I pass by it and shake it up I got it for one reason and one reason only And the snow globe has not fulfilled its purpose I wish it could do it on its own But it requires my help It was eight dollars Was it a waste? Can I still decide?  Can you regret not doing something, even when you have the chance to every day?

      There lived a very generic man named John. John was a tall man with British heritage. He was muscular and he had blond hair. He lived in New York City in a small apartment complex. He had a decent job and worked eight hours a day. He had no kids and no wife. He saw his family once a year for Thanksgiving. They lived two blocks from him. He enjoyed watching football and eating Chinese food. On the weekends, he enjoyed watching football. On the weekdays, he enjoyed going to work. His work was boring and it gave him money to pay for his apartment and his Chinese food and his television. He loved listening to the artists who were on the radio. He listened to the radio almost everyday. He knew most of the songs. He really loved sleeping, but he always woke up when his alarm sounded because he knew he had to get to work. He had a friend in highschool. His name was John also. He had a different last name. This John moved to Kentucky. Anyway, our John met a guy who he had common interest

        Joseph wakes sweating. He is still in that seat in the autitorium. The person on the stage this time has long brown hair. He has a large mouth and talks about a book. Joseph has been asleep so he does not know what the man is talking about. The air is cooler than he remembered. He looks to his left and Nick sits awake staring forward. He around and sees the rest of the group. Everyone is still here. Joseph must have been the last one to wake up. Or the only one to fall asleep. He thinks about everything that happened and what Dr. Fitzgerald had said. Was any of that real? He remembers Elm Street. He rememberes going to San Antonio. He remembers the Alamo and finding Dr. Fitzgerland and fighting those men. He remembers fighting the Avengers in Los Angeles. He remembers getting tricked. He thinks he remembers all of that.         "You are all dismissed after this closing song." Jared said. The band starts playing Cornerstone.         Nick and Joseph get up and start w

I think about something all the time It is something that just puts itself on my mind I know not how I come to think of it But when I sleep I dream of it Its in my music, in my poems It helps me grow, it is my phloem It opens my eyes to another world Without it, black and white, with it colors swirl It stares back at me when I look at the clock Because I can't wait for its time but the time, it mocks It highlights a map when I travel But the highlighted path is sharp gravel I only find it maybe one in every seven But to me that day is like walking into heaven I read its page it is bittersweet And on that page I always think I meet That something that is on my mind That something I just wish was mine

I wait and I sit And I sit and I wait My teeth I grit Because I know that I'm late I'm late for something But who knows what A passenger, no wing Paint, no bolt or nut I'm riding along Something is going to happen Here and there, a song No adventures, no cracken My ship sails smoothly On open waters Not a book or a movie Just a background cover It's a stand alone picture No moving forward Some zombies or the rapture? I might be moving more bored-wards I go through the motions And one day a week My life has one notion To make it a little less bleak I only focus on her But my mind cannot think Time goes in a whir And I feel my ship slowly sink I waited a whole seven days just for this And I think of all the opportunities I missed I can't but joke, I have nothing to say Nothing to keep that moment from slipping away Now I wait and I sit And I sit and I wait Because I know only this: I am just too late

Hey there Delilah I've got so much left to say If every simple song I wrote to you Would take your breath away I'd write them all Even more in love with me you'd fall We'd have it all -Plain White T's

No excuses, no complaints If I want to do that I'll have to wait But I just can't wait for that day That I can relax and have my way This week of school will finish soon The weekend will go as fast as a pooped balloon And as fast as it goes from May to June I'll get to hang with that little goon It's days away, I'm counting still  And if you doubt, watch me, tonight I will In my dreams I imagine a party, a total kill We will dance and sing until we've had our fill For her to have a good time, I'll do everything in my power I'll make sure the food is good and the punch isn't sour On her wrist I'll pin a pretty little flower And we'd go to Neverland, even if for just a few hours

Everyone thanks Alex for being such a dang smart genious.          After the mysterious men saw the group of teenagers, they ran. They took Cole and ran. Alex did the first thing he saw fit and grabbed one of the sticky trackers out of his pocket and threw it. Miraculously, it stuck to the shoe of one of the men. The teenagers went back to their camp sight next to the Avenger's set. The vans were packed with sleeping guys. The girls had tents set up on the grass. Rebekah and Caroline woke everyone up yelling the news about Cole. Alex looked on the GPS device on his phone and saw something interesting. The men took Cole to the exact location of where the scientist went. ..................................................................................................................................           Nick tears the paper off the top of a bag of blueberry oatmeal. He takes a small bit of hot water that the girls made and pours it in the bag and stirs it up with a plasti

Son, here's your lesson for the day. My most important rules, I'd say- Don't apply them to writing, Except when you write. Because it's all about timing; You'll see someday, I'm right. I could teach you a lot; My first rule: no alots. There's no such beast in our diction; No, not even fiction. My second rule applies to grammar: Thei're, it's solved. There's a correct way to do things, Don't make excuses and blend them all. Number three, don't be, Comma crazy, Because, when you, are careful with punctuation, It is just cause for a celebration! A literary device Will do more than suffice. Aliteration, Metaphor, Similie Personification, Idiom, Hyperbole. Sensory images smell extremely delicious. They feel soft to the skin, and taste satisfyingly nutritious. They sound swell in my ear and look fantastic, my dear, But use them too much: there's no problem as such! Speaking of problems, I could mention analog

I don't want this to define me Break it up, break it all, dont design me No, hold up, you can't see this behind me I'll try to move out of your way but it could blind me I ain't no poet, or truth speakin Moses I don't write no sonnet, I'm just a little nervous I can't talk about my feelings out loud I try not to be proud, please talk to me now I need some faith now Hm. Clap. Clap. So. I wish somebody would get me started I'm sorry I can't help you with that You just not in tact That looks a little wack Man get your life on track! Yea, somebody come and get me started Cuz you aint got a life I can fly with I been thinkin all day Why's it gotta be this way? I need another flash pass or back track or backpack That I can hold my trashbag A sandsack or brick bag I gotta speed up, slow down, (stop,) but not my speed now I can't deal with it anymore I just wanna slam the door Cuz the supers I wanted And the Man up there g

I can't help but write My fingers just naturally type I wish I could write all day Instead, I'm writing all night I think too much about zombies and school work from mommy I need to take a break Need to go to, like, abercrombie Yea, I wanna go to the mall And sit on the wall And write about life While everyone else enjoys it all I'd write about life, and I'd write about you I'd write about joy and all the things that you do I'd write about my fears and my dreams and my nightmares I'd write it all in confusing Dr. Suess Except right now I can't write As mysterious as he But once in a while it's alright If you have the key I can't help but write My fingers just naturally type I wish I could write all day Instead, I'm writing all night

I'm in the real world and Wendy's back in Neverland. As I fly, I notice things I've never seen before. Stuff like the feeling of when she's not there. And the feeling of wanting to get back to her again. I notice people and their loves. I notice pigeons and doves. I notice halls and classes. I notice jobs and taxes. I notice things that make me want to find Neverland again. I need to fly back.

       She runs across the street. She greets us all with hugs. The rest of the clan appears from over the hill. Grace with an axe over her shoulder. Faith and Hope with bows and arrows. Melissa is holding a pistol. Madi, Maya, Rachael, and Lily skip across the street looking harmless and happy, until you notice the deadly weapons at their sides. They are covered in blood, but none of them look injured. Jordan and Jenna. Caroline, like a deadly midget, with a red-stained hammer. Debbie, Carissa, the other Caroline, Natalie, Jennifer, Jillian, Katie, Lindsay, and Baylie. They all look worn from a long journey. Emily brings up the rear, riding a brown horse with a long, black mane. She has a sabre at her side. This looks like a vicious, zombie killing, girlscout troop. .........................................................................................................................         After a few minutes of reunion and backstories and laughs and cries and basically everyt