Neverland

A girl wheres a pear of read genes daily She doesn't quite no what they mean But she believes She wheres a read hoodie and covers her head And vans despight what they sead Her obligation was not conscious It was Subconscious But it worked out with her scab She was a clum seed girl She often fell And her scab would open back up It was mid on her arm And the blood fell to her hand And like the deltah of a streem The fingers and in between But nobody sawl it because of her mittens They kept her hands warm And her feat bleed because of the nails She has a habit of standing on// But her Oklahoma socks.. Nobody sees her bleed Underneath She hates the pane but she says she ignores And sooner or later, she will die from loss of blood

For some reason all my posts have like an automatic comment on them that's like the post or a link to it or something and I don't understand... If anyone knows how to get rid of that, let me know. It's irritating. I always see "one comment" and I'm like oh my gosh yay someone loves me oh wait no

It's funny how sometimes you'll take your own advice I said to be patient, let him do what he thinks is wise She said that she's learning that love is a sacrifice And yet I choose to roll those exact dice- Yes, love is strange, love is wild, and it's curious

This is getting a little sneaky and spooky for Jim

I guess I realize how much of an introvert I can be... I never really think about it, but being around people really stresses me out. I'm sorry if I seemed upset at you, that wasn't my intention. I guess the mass of the people around me and the loud music was driving me insane. It got to the point where I wanted to go inside, but I acted like I was just walking by when somebody tried to open the door for me. Human interaction... Thanks for being different. You're not loud and rowdy. You're a soft smile. A warm voice. You aren't the weight of the world pulling on me. You're the strength of a hundred worlds holding me up. --------- Music does this thing... I guess I get in a mindset where I know I understand it. I never thought it was me, but it must be, judging from the way that people respond to me when I talk about it. Like people get super defensive. I've heard the term, "Don't tell me how to play my instrument." I've heard i

I tried to wear a scarf today, but everyone thought I looked gay, so... yeah. It sort of hurt my feelings, so I put away the scarf.

I would say to someone who practices teenage smoking or an addiction to pot or homosexuality or theft that it is a sin and as long as they continue to live in it and not strive to quit, they are living a life of sin with separation from the glory of God. But what hypocrisy. Is that not the same as lying? And how often do we lie to one another? How vast is the Father's grace? I am no better at all. I'm on the billboard for the broken! I sin left and right and though I recognize the sin, there is no friction. I know the Lord is my refuge and my shield. We are too weak. We cannot fight; not one of us. So we fall on Him who sin flees from. How hard is it to let go and fall on something better and stronger than us? How hard is it?? Because I can't seem to do it when I'm alone. God be praised, for His steadfast love endures forever. The unconditional love of the Father has saved me from my brokenness! I am no longer a slave to fear; for I am a child of God! 

It's not a race "Ego or leg?" he said. I mumbled, "I don't think anything broke But I sure hit my head." I lie there with my helmet downhill My eyes are clenched tight I muster the energy to sit up "Thank you, you're good" with my thumb upright He drops my skis, goggles, and poles And I lay back down; Not a part of me cold. "Ego," I say, wedging my downhill ski I unzip my jacket And get ready to leave My vision's all blurry And my eyes are stinging The mountain is quiet Not one human being. So I lay back down Just one more time. I yell as loud as I can And straighten my spine. I stand up with my poles and goggles in hand Because if I put them on my eyes It will hurt like breathing sand. So with wide turns and my right arm Over my face I find my way down It's not a race

I'm sitting on a sofa bed I have all to myself. I look up and there's four guys on the second story of our room. They're tossing the football from bottom to top, and top to bottom. And I have my computer open and my headphones in. "Just a day, just an ordinary day." I have five left on my countdown. "Fob Watch" I read for the ninth time. I have a crush on this girl back home And I can't wait to go back and see her.

You're like gatorade during a marathon It's so hard out there, so freaking hard sometimes And then you just calm me down, make me smile, remind me of the concept of peace, and make me feel ready to go back out there and give it my all, so that when I'm done I can come back to you. :)

The curls in her hair and the gleam in her eyes makes her glow like an angel who couldn't find her disguise. Her voice is a lake with water as still as the stars and when she giggles it ripples from a gentle breeze afar. Her smile is genuine and not to mention contagious! If she tries to make me the happiest guy alive she's darn always efficacious. The stare is irresistible; it's like the addicting smell of taffy. The reason I'm so hyper now: the sight of her is caffeine! Overwhelmed with joy, content beyond measure; I can celebrate my riches because, Darling, you're my treasure

Yeah It's all changing It's all in my mind For some reason I can't Stop speeding through time I used to say growing Brought wrinkles and death But now I see it as Don't be dumb, don't have debt And I take pride in my intelligence! I'm always ready for a challenge And now I crave it Why do I crave it? Why can't I wait? Touring universities Talking about jobs Driving the highway Conversations about commitment Could you live that far away from her? When you get... married Where will y'all live? What about schooling? Money? Yeah. It's all changing We all have to grow up. Whether we like it or not, So why not take it with a smile And try to be ready? Don't lose control, Joseph. You're not in college yet. You don't have a job yet. You aren't married yet. My name is Peter Pan.  I am a junior in highschool.  I'm sorry