Neverland

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

         The Anchors have left Woody. They all think he is pretty strange, anyway. His soul purpose in a zombie apocolypse is to get a twinky? It is about this time that the group realizes the dissaperence of Cole. They mourn and move on. There is nothing else for them to do. No gain in doing anything else. They have to keep on their mission of stopping the apocolypse.                 After hours and hours of walking, and wandering the dusty and hot streets of San Antonio, the Anchors find themselves in downtown. You would expect the downtown of a large city in a zombie apocolypse to be filled to the brim with zombies, wouldn't you? So do the Anchors. Their amazement at a ghost town, and not literally, gives them even more curiosity. The sun is burning their skin. It smells like blood. They hear occasional screams in the distance. And Nick won't stop singing.         Minte points out a building. An open building. The lights are on, and people are inside. Charlton walks in wi

         There's been an invasion. There's blood everywhere. Avery wakes up to all the noise and confusion. He sees people running around screaming and hears alarms going off everywhere. The group runs to the front desk to ask what's happening.         Sally is at the desk. "Hi there. Everything's going to be alright, there is just a few people, trying to get in the building, who we don't want to be here." Her voice annoys Avery. He looks around for his brother, but he is nowhere to be seen. Maybe he just went to the bathroom or something.         Someone a few meters away yells, "They are surrounding the building! We are done for!" That's when all chaos breaks loose. The windows shatter. Almost all at once. Glass covers the floor. Sirens are going off and red lights are flashing. Police men are guiding everyone in the building downstairs. Avery runs with the group following the police men's orders and looks back to see the undead climb

He knows of the pain He knows of the sorrow He knows that a smile Is so hard to borrow He knows that life's tough But we can't avoid people Even though he's a grenade Those people are still meaningful He couldn't live without them So he takes the risk He throws a wild hail marry Hoping life will catch, and he won't miss It seems like at some point we all have to And sometime's we explode And the very people we thought loved us We will see they have to go But on that rare magical chance You might see the pixi dust From a tiny fairy's dance Says that person is a must

          The rain stops. The sky clears. The sun shines so bright and hot. The whole group is weary and tired from the battle they just fought. While a few of them give in to that tiredness and rest in the vans, a few decide to scout the area. Joseph takes Ajax, and Minte takes Tank. Along with Nick, Tray, and Justice, they walk around the corner. It seems as if the battle had brought every zombie in that part of town to them. The battle on Elm Street, as they decided to call it, had been easier than they had thought. It still exhausted them. They need food and water. After checking and clearing the two adjacent streets, the small scouting group decides to head back. As they approach the van, they hear a small commotion. It seems silent but then every few seconds people are talking all at once. They run up to see what's happening and they intrude on a game of silent football.           Nick wakes and checks his watch. About nine hours had past. He looks around the van and everyo

      It was Larry's time to shine. Right and Left Larry were folded neatly and ready to be a comfort to somebody's nasty, smelly foot today! He would show Gonzales and Fredrick that he could be cool too. Of course, they were Nikes. Larry was just a no show white pair of socks. He was on top of the washing machine, waiting. Finally, the human came! He did not have any socks on yet either!!! Maybe he would choose Larry! The hand came down upon right Larry and he was picked up! Then dropped. Right Larry was laying on the ground. He looked up and saw the human say, "Oh well." He watched as Left Larry fell to the ground slowly. They were kicked under the washing machine. A single tear streamed down that small piece of white cotton. Two hours later, a different human picked them up and stuck them in the washing machine. "WHAT?" Exclaimed Larry. Did they not know that he was clean? This was a level ten offense! The pitiful human should feel sorry for himself

Nick was bleeding. It was bad. "We have to amputate it!" Steven screamed. "You can't just amputate someone's head!" Joseph yelled in response. It was over. They had to shoot him. Just kidding. That part comes later in the story. Let's back up. ................................................................................................................ The sky was black. Thunder shook the earth and lightning lit up the sky behind the massive buildings. In the distance, silhouetted figures flung out of the windows of these sky scrapers. Rain was pouring, just like the zombies. Dallas, the ninth largest city in the United States of America, was zombie ruined. The hoard in front of them was intimidating. The zombie survival guide taught them that zombies can run up to two times as fast as a normal human being, because they don't feel the pain in their chest or the heavy lungs that humans feel when they run. These zombies were running that fast

This is where the sequel starts. "What are you going to do about it? Where are you going to go? What are you aiming for now? What else do you have to show? I know life isn't easy It's not easy just to slow So what are you going to do about it? It's definitely not easy to know."

Can't lie. I had a bad day. No need to cry. It's just a day! I won't sleep tonight Cuz inside there's a fight! But when I beat on my drums I know it's fine And when I hear those toms go boom, I won't lie I feel alive And oh oh oh I want that boom boom pop And oh oh oh I want that bass to drop Till I feel fine I sigh I hear them all say Go die Why do my thoughts have to treat me that way? I won't sleep tonight! No I can't sleep tonight! But when I beat on my drums I know it's fine! And when I hear those toms go boom, I won't lie I feel alive And oh oh oh I want that boom boom pop And oh oh oh I want that bass to dr-dr-dr-dr-drop Till I feel Fine is a word that describes someone Who is in a war and just thought they won But I don't feel fine! I know, I'm still in the war When I beat on my drums I know it's... fine When I hear those toms go boom, I won't lie, It keeps me alive Woah! I want that bo

If I could wish upon a star I'd want you the same and I'd need you as far If I could wish upon a star I'd wish for you more and I'd long for your heart And the moon  Is Glowing The stars  Are  Shining For you They shine for you They have a light and they burn it Just for you For you They shine for you They have a light and they burn it Just for you Just for you If I could have a thousand words All of them would be just for you And if I could have ten thousand worlds I'd surely pick the one with you And the moon Is  Glowing The stars Are  Shining For you They shine for you They have a light and they burn it Just for you For you They shine for you They have a light and they burn it Just for you Just for You are the song in my head You are the star in my sky You are just like I said You are the one wish of mine You are the song in my head And of the vastness of

Brainstorming Characters Mel McWhiskey: 42 year old man A wife named LaTonya 6 kids, all named after Ninja Turtles and the last two have the same name as the first two No highschool diploma Graduated from Harvard with a masters in physics Window washer for commercial buildings in New York, New York Afraid of heights Afraid of sights Afraid of night Afraid of kites Afraid of rhymes Has a pet chinchilla named Bowser Has a pet Italian man named Mario Named after a lemonade brand Family line of people who were allergic to alchohol Listens to jazz and screamo Hobbies include: kite maker, skydiving, and quilting Has a quilting group called the Quool Quilting Qulub Afraid of alliterations Saw the south side of the sandy salt sound of west washington while wearing wet walaby hide. Can hold his breath for 30 seconds Made a world famous sculpture of a teenager with a blonde afro dancing in the 80's Accidentally Trying to make a cheesecake Won the lottery in 1978