Neverland

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