Neverland

This is your fantasy dreaming coming to life This is your prince so don't run, no don't try This is the day you've awaited And it's a song I've created So go ahead and blame it when we run I picture a little girl in her room waiting for Peter Pan I picture a little girl fighting with fairies in a land Of sleep and of dreams and of the occasional fright But it will vanish when he comes dancing in the light And trying to find his shadow Well here I am Can't keep it on the down low Because- Here. I. Stand. This is your fantasy dreaming coming to life This is your prince so don't run, no don't try This is the day I've awaited And it's a song I've created So go ahead and blame me when we run Through Neverland! I picture a girl who's tougher than all the guys She scares them off, and then in her room she cries Because life is tough and she knows He's enough But she can't seem to get stuff out of her mind And s

My wall is a map that is filled in with names Like Brazil, Australia, and the United States I won't bother with mysteries, it symbolizes me I think it's related to "incomplete" or something I drew it and promised that it would be done again But this time in a better way, so you can actually see Berlin But I never got to it, maybe never tried And that means just one more thing: I lied Cuz I said I'd do it over again, but the again has never come And now when I say that you will see, you will see it like the sun It's just not even there, as far as you can tell You can't tell details, like I suddenly said farewell I abandoned the mission that I wish was kept But maybe by somebody else, cuz I'm lazy as heck And that's one of the things that comes with maturity Like maybe I can get off my butt and make other than a turd of me The new me that I'd make and the new wall that I'd paint The Elton John that was straight, they jus

This is the last post from me The boy who can't sleep Because I stand up now I stand tall on my feet This is the last post from me The boy who won't speak What's on his mind Well now I'm at my peak This is the last post from me The boy who won't pray The boy who relied On his mind for the way This is the last post from me The boy who did not keep His promise to share the word To a single lost sheep This is the last post from me The boy who won't think The one who can't determine the costs Of the biggest words that he speaks This is the last post from me The one crumbling like sand I don't want to be this kid forever I'm sorry Peter Pan...

Please don't say those words Don't say goodnight to me Because when I see the color on the icon It means you're listening to me I don't want you to go I don't want you to leave I have to stay at the truck To help myself from trying to keep you here with me I don't feel strong And you told me I'm not Because the strength that I need All comes from God But I don't feel anything And I can't get myself to pray What in the world Is making me feel this way? I've never felt so sure That He was next to me Before this sixteenth year Before two thousand fifteen -So why am I feeling this now? It's not one thing I've done It's everything that I do I feel like I'm living a lie And nothing I say is true Am I even having these feelings? Or is my mind just tricking me? Yeah, I'm emotional too Oh this brain is a sea So don't go, don't leave I need you here next to me The fog is thick and I can't see

You've spent one year in in paradise Keep walking on streets of gold You know it's bland here; we miss you And we will till we're old It's been so long since I've seen you But it's been longer for them That girl in the new graveyard That grows older, but then She hears him, she sees him In that old bug infested grass They used to venture up there When the place just looked like trash She looks around, but sees nothing It's only a memory The one year old gravestone still standing Just retelling that story You've spent one year in paradise Keep walking on streets of gold You know I wear the little sweatband Of the famous 42, I'm told Your football team knew it And you know I sure did too Just the fact that you were a man of God There were those cool things about you You radiated something That everyone for some reason loved Not many know exactly what it was But it was your light for the One above You must have accomplished a

I've been gone far too long In weeks I haven't written One single song We haven't talked in a day or two Things are so busy I want to hear from you But really I am the one to blame This whatever it is Is not a game I truly miss you all the time And I think oh so often When could I call you mine? But I'll keep on waiting for The Lord's timing And that open door But once it opens, don't expect me to Take the time to wipe The mud off my shoes Early this week I know I'll see you But of course that is billions of years Until time follows through You're so amazing and the only tune That's stuck in my head today So I'll see you "soon"

"Why don't you stay?" Ask people with masks As if they actually even have to ask You act all nice like you'll miss me now But when I was "staying here" you treated me like a cow So what do I say? Because I hate this school? Because people are annoying? Because nobody's cool? So I say, I'm going to take classes that will get me ahead But you act like you still have no clue what I said But why are you leaving? They ask me again And then I think about all of my closest friends I have a hard time going, but I just can't stay here I have to leave and get some atmosphere I have to try new things, I have to earn my wings I have to go all around to see what things this life brings I have to admit, I will miss it a little The after school activities with my band in the middle I will miss jamming with Payton and Blayre And I will miss Burby's solos while I'm on the snare I will miss all the days of messing around

Goodness, me too. Me too. We would have found our way, somehow though. Eventually. :)

For His ways are greater than our ways His knowledge greater than ours When I cried out to Him, "Oh Lord, deliver me, and I will give you the glory," You had a greater plan "Why don't you respond, Oh Lord, I prayed and gave thanks, and I have no peace!" I cried out. But He had a better plan in mind. I would have gotten no award I would have lost the blessing If my ways were fulfilled. But God showed me that if I am patient And I keep trusting Him, Things will turn out for good. And they did. If I had won that battle I would have had nothing. A huge loss would have come later. So keep praying, "I will not be anxious give me your peace, oh Lord, and deliver me, I will give you the glory."

   "Hey Beanie!" somebody shouted, "You ready for that tour yet?"    Peter looked at where the sound was coming from and he saw Slightly approaching him and Curly.    "Yeah, alright." Peter responded quietly. He was still deep in thought about his conversation with Curly about the sailors and his sudden inclination to be one.    "Looks like Curly's already showed you around. I told him to wait to show you the walls closer up. It's already getting dark so don't you dare wander off, dingus." Slightly said as he turned and started jogging off. Peter looked at Curly and shrugged and turned and ran to catch up with the other. People were already laying down to fall asleep, so he had to jump over a few people and weave around some hammocks. Slightly didn't slow down and he was heading straight to the giant sand walls.    Once they reached the walls, Slightly headed towards one of the towers. They headed up in a spiral staircase. Pet

My poetry is inspired By a man who loved the Lord Turned away from his sin And he lead the church He had a personal relationship With Jesus Christ And it made him happy To take his advice What I tell you and everyone else Over and over again Is that if you find pleasure from the Lord You will always have a friend You will have someone to talk to Someone to comfort you He will wipe away all your tears And cut down your fears If you look to this world for happiness It will kill you If you look to Jesus to define your life It will instill in you The strength and confidence To always take on Satan's arrows

"Do not be anxious about                                                                                                                      Be relaxed and chill and  anything, but in everything,                                                                                              Don't freak out about stuff. Instead through prayer and petition                                                                                                       By praying and asking nicely, and with thanksgiving,                                                                                                          And having a thankful mindset present your requests to God.                                                                                                 Ask God.  He will then give you And the peace of God                                                                                                             His perfect peace which you like which transcends

Bruh, I'm not saying she ain't good for you But don't you see what you go through When you fall in love? Bruh, I'm not saying this can't work out But don't you see you go in doubt When you fall in love? You know I want the best for you But it's the same as last time This isn't making you happy And you aren't really acting fine You put way too much thought into her And you kind of make her your idol Where's God in your picture now? Your heart for Jesus seems idle. My Wendy builds me up She brings me closer to my Lord Check to see if you're equally yolked I've made that mistake before I say this out of love for my brother One of the best friends I've ever had You helped me through so much pain And though it's rough, I gotta give it back Because bros help each other We don't go it alone Bros live life for our brothers And Imma bring you back home Imma tell you straight up You need to focus on Jesu

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   Peter sat bruised against that tree. It wasn't a big deal, though. He felt like he had been punched before. He had just let James do what he wanted until he was satisfied. There must be consequences for violence or something, because he held back a lot.    He saw Curly running over the hill and he looked worried. "Peter! Are you alright, Peter? What happened?"    "It was James. It's fine, I'm good. He just wanted to let me know that he hates me. That's all."    "I'm sorry bro." Curly said after a few seconds.    Peter grinned.    "What?" Curly asked.    "I gave him a wet willy when he was awkwardly close to my face." Peter answered. He started laughing and before the minute passed, Curly and Peter were full on crying. They decided that they would make it their secret mission to humiliate James again.    Peter and Curly talked for a long while walking all along beautiful paths through the island. He saw a c

Can you tell me what would happen if you got to see into my mind? Can you explain to me the occurrences if you saw what I see when I am blind? Can you even know the depth of thought that I can't possibly have But that I have because I am an impossible thinker... I think of the impossible like unpointed lines and square circles I think of the impossible like future things that can be foretold I think of strange and stranger things that just occur inside my brain I think of all the other thoughts that don't get thought by anyone My brain is just the trash of knowledge Where I acquire but can't use in college Cuz all this stuff is useless fill That can't be used... until I write of Martha and her friend John And all of it makes sense for long Cuz I trash the useless trash I have But then in a while it just comes back So I write about another glitch In the universe's biggest ditch The earth it has such potential theories Of math and science but it

   Martha is a nice girl. She lives in the center of America. Los Angeles. Martha really enjoys watching the Lakers. Martha roots more for the Clippers. Martha lives in the basement of her parent's house. Martha plays four instruments. These include: the guitar. Martha loves to paint. Sometimes Martha paints a picture of her grandmother. Martha has a very nice fan in her room made out of the finest material. Martha's parents died when they were both nine and a half. Martha's grandmother ran off with a pirate in Columbia in 1967. Martha enjoys watching the Jimmy Fallon show and What Not to Wear. Martha lost everything in a fire during the dust bowl of the 1950's. Martha's guitar is made out of the finest material. Martha paints self portraits very often. Martha's husband is a farmer. Martha demonstrates Newton's laws of gravity on a daily basis to a crowd of kindergarteners with a pen. Martha always gets her pens with the finest material. Martha's husband

You fight and I fight He fights and she fights We all fight, we all die None deserve to be alive We go through pain We go through sorrow We go and we never want To even see tomorrow We see the bad We can't see the good We use the fun And we don't know what we should We think up things To bring our mind out Of these broken lives We never call a time out We don't stop to think about What our lives even look like We don't stop to think about What the lives that we took're like Nah, these lives can't be ours Who gave them to us? Was it our mamas? Sure wasn't Uncle Rus Is there a purpose Or are we just living in vain? All we see is a surplus Of pain and no gain Like we go through these motions These terrible thoughts We hide our face in our rooms Have you ever said, "I'm not!"? I'm not gonna live by these bad standards I'm not gonna live with these choices I've made I'm not gonna sit and wait

   Peter sat alone for quite a while thinking about everything so far. He thought to the very beginning, which was just the day before, and went over every piece of time that went by until the present moment. He still could not bring himself to believe that he just woke up in this place called Forever Land with a bunch of dudes who call themselves Lost Boys and that there are creepy things called pirates that can change your life forever in a very creepy way from just a shot.     "Brutal, huh?" a voice from behind him said.     Surprised at first, and thinking that someone could read his thoughts, he turned around to see Curly.     "What do you mean?" asked Peter nervously.     "James and the way he reacts to things. Don't worry, he's rude to everyone." replied the boy. Peter was relieved.     "Oh yeah.. But it seems like he really had some personal thing against me. He had seen me in his, um, experience or whatever. Apparently he thi

My dear young padawan Don't give in To the things of this earth Things are nasty, dear padawan Don't find joy In any of it And someday, my padawan You'll see that if you Find joy in the Lord The Lord only, padawan Will give you happiness WIll give you strength Everything else, my padawan Will fail you Nothing else is enough You are such a strong one, padawan I know you have incredible potential You will balance the force Use your gift, padawan And you will be a great leader People will follow you My padawan! Use your gift for good And the glory of the Lord My dear young padawan Don't give in They are not everything that matters My dear young padawan Don't give in You have so much in store My dear young padawan Don't give in You might be ripped and tattered My dear young padawan Don't give in You were made for so much more

   Peter woke up very early the next morning to a small tickle on his shoulder. He sat up quickly and started waving his hands to rid of the bug-like things that were landing on his body. He looked a little closer at one and discovered that it was bigger than he thought and had blue eyes. Not blue eyes like a baby, but robotic blue eyes.    "Called a parrot bot," Curly answered. Peter did not see him wake, but the recent commotion probably woke him up. Peter was surprised that he didn't wake up through the night at all. He expected to have a restless sleep, but he was so drained.    "They're nasty creatures. We don't know exactly where they came from, but they are pretty harmless. Unless you try to touch them. Doesn't explain why... why the muds land on you all the time."     Now that the sun was up, Peter could see Curly a little bit better. He noticed that when he used some of the other Lost Boy's slang, he stuttered the slightest bit.    P

   Peter's legs cramped from being inside the chest for so long. He didn't know how long he was in there, but it felt like he had lived in there for a year. His neck had a pain right down the middle and his eyes were still adjusting. His stomach had a mix of throw up and butterflies in it, which probably sucked for the butterflies because he could tell this puke was no bueno.     Oh, I know a small bit of Spanish! Peter thought and immediately regretted. This was no time for joking. His brain was so scattered at the moment, it took him quite a while to realize the boys were staring at him again. This time, there were many more. They must have collected when he was zoned out. He heard the phrase "beanie" over and over in little whispers and he wasn't exactly sure what they meant.    He looked around at his surroundings. Behind him was the sea. It looked so vast and could not sea anything for as far as he looked. In front of him, though, was an island. He saw farm

   He began his new life curled in a ball in a sandy and damp space. There were things clumped up around him, but he could barely breathe and he couldn't move at all.    His rough feet against the sand; he felt everything all moving at one time and the whole space shaking. His head bumped the top which shook sand everywhere in the tiny space and made his hair full of sand and his eyes stung as the grains hit all over his face. He curled as hard as he could and closed his eyes tight just waiting for something else to happen.    It was completely and utterly silent but when he focused as hard as he could, he thought he could hear a rushing sound like waves over him. The space was burning hot, but at the same time cooling. He felt a sun burn on his shoulders which stung even more, thanks to the sand. He didn't know what else to do, so he thought through everything he knew.     My name is Peter, he thought    That... that was the only thing he could remember about anything. He

     When Peter wakes up in the chest, the only thing he can remember is his first name. He has no recollection of his parents, his home, or how he got where he is. His memory is blank.     But he's not alone. When the chest hatch opens, Peter finds himself surrounded by kids who welcome him to Forever Land, a large expanse enclosed by sand walls.     Just like Peter, the Lost Boys don't know why or how they got to Forever Land. All they know is that every morning, for as long as anyone can remember, the sand doors to the Sea that surrounds them have opened. Every night, for just as long, they've closed tight. Every thirty days a new boy is delivered in the chest. And no one want to be stuck in the Sea after dark.     The Lost Boys were expecting Peter's arrival. But the next day, a girl is sent up- the first girl ever to arrive in Forever Land. And more surprising yet is the message she delivers. The Lost Boys have always been convinced that if they can solve the

She pushes me and pushes me And tells me not to stop Keeps challenging me over again To get to the very top Like a hardcore coach She helps me get better Except it's gentleness and wisdom That I really get from her Kindness and compassion, Honesty and Self-control, Everything to help me progress In my walk with the Lord I learn from her everyday How I can serve Him more consistently and efficiently And how to flee from sin He gave me a teacher Also a best friend An amazing leader Trust me, there will be no end

Time is too slow  It can't go fast enough Time is too slow When you want it to go faster Time is too slow Because two days won't be for two years Time is too slow Tonight will be forever Because you won't be where I am I already miss the surprised look on your face When I show up at the door And the giggles you make When I say something stupid The acceptance of my violent thoughts In a total "oh ok you do that" way Your half stories that always finish with algebra And that sigh you do when your brother Does something really dumb I'm pretty sure you keep me From breaking every law Because you always know the right thing to do. The good side of me The only star I see My every minute thought I'm good if you're all I got

Wishing a thousand wishes Dreaming a hundred things I know there's nothing missing When I see your face in the dreams And when I look out to the crowd People screaming, it's so loud And the spotlight shines on your face Everything else must wait Because I'd travel the world to see your smile And hear that amazing laugh I'd jump through the flames and run like a child This can't be a problem in math The easiest decision I've ever made Was to fall in love with you So I'll face the waves with a confident face Because... you're here too