I was sitting in my hotel room minding my own business reading a book when all of a sudden the glass window doors flew open. The بستر room was dimly lit and the sun had completely gone down leaving no sunlight to light the room.
I fell off my بستر leaving my بستر in between me and the window. I would have gotten up to shut the window doors but that was before a figure entered the opening.
There was enough of a shadow cast over the body that آپ couldn't make out any features. But I could tell that it was a man. He stood with a sturdy pose his legs locked in place, his arms on his hips, his head held high with no fear.
He hopped down off the نشست that was placed in front of the window and onto the old carpeted floor. His pose loosened as his feet hit the ground, quite silently considering how old the house was.
He slowly walked around the room. I stayed kneeled at the side of the bed, my eyes peering over the unmade sheets. I watched him pick things up and study them then just drop them back into place.
"And what daughter are you?" He asked. My eyes widened, he knew I was there the entire time. But I made no noise I didn't make one اقدام and yet he was talking to me as if we had been in a conversation since he burst threw my hotel windows.
"I'm sorry, daughter of who?" He spun on his heels, his برداشت, ریچھ feeted heels, facing right at me. I stood straight up as straight as I could. He took a few steps towards me.
"What generation of her granddaughters are you?" He asked again, slowly as if I was a complete idiot missing the conversation.
I had a total stranger burst into my hotel room, not سے طرف کی the door but سے طرف کی the سیکنڈ story window. Not only that he was completely mad. I decide the only way I was going to make it out alive with out him killing me in some psychopathic maniac way was to try to play along.
"What would my grandmother," I shook my head and changed the word. "great-grandmothers name be." He looked at me a bit confused as he placed his hands on his hips again just like when he had barged in. "Wendy"
"Okay and what is your name?" His hands that laid on his hips slid off to his sides. "Your grandmother hasn't told آپ about me? My name's Peter Pan."
I shook my head, as a child Peter Pan was my پسندیدہ story. My mother read a couple chapters a night and when she finished the book she would read it over again. In fact the reason I chose this small not so 21st century comfort hotel was because this was the house that J.M. Berrie based Wendy and her two brothers house on.
So this kid well not so much a kid as maybe a eighteen یا nineteen سال old things that he's Peter Pan a childhood fairy tale character.
"So now that I have explained myself to you, what granddaughter are آپ of Wendy's?" I shook my head. "I'm not related to Wendy." He looked as if he didn't believe me. "Then what are آپ doing in her house." His voice was getting angry and I was becoming a bit scared.
"Peter, this house is no longer owned سے طرف کی Wendys family, it hasn't been for years. It's ow a hotel." He looked at me odd. "How many years?" "Its been a few decades."
His strong featured face turned turned softly into a heartbroken disappointment. He slowly sank to the floor. His eyebrows pushed together. My body loosened up and moved very slowly to his sunken body. I sat down on my legs in front of him.
Softly I asked, "If your Peter Pan, why aren't آپ a boy? آپ don't look quite like a man but آپ certainly don't look like a boy." His teary eyed face looked up at me. "You've heard my story?" I raised my eyebrow quickly then let it drop. "Your story is quite famous." He smiled to himself. "Wendy was truly an amazing story teller." I shook my head and agreed.
He took a deep breath composed him self and sat up straight. "I am not a boy because of Wendy. If آپ know my story then آپ know that I did not come and stay with Wendy and the lost boys but went back to Neverland." he paused and waited for my response in which I smiled and nodded.
"I'm not quite sure how long it had been since I left Wendy and the lost boys but Wendy was not a child when I came back to hear مزید of her stories. I'm not quite sure why I chose to stay but I did and she took care of me. Years went سے طرف کی and I started to grow up; one evening I was looking out that window." He pointed to the still open windows. "and I saw the star, big and bright and Neverland came flooding back into my mind." he pause and waited a bit to continue.
"So that night I went threw my little chest I had under my بستر and I found pixie dust. It was quite easy to remember how to fly." I smiled. "A little faith and pixie dust." I کہا with a little smile remembering my mother saying it to me. "I got up in the air and just went straight آگے out the window and towards the star." He looked away from me and at the ground."I guess it's been quite a lot of years since I came back the last time I came it was Wendy's granddaughter who stayed in this room."
I was pulled into his story so much that if felt 100% true, I didn't know what to say what to respond that story.
"That part of آپ story has never been told." He stood up fast and into his pose. "Do آپ tell stories at all." I stood up confident and smiling. "I do, just I put them on many layers of paper." He gave me an are-you-serious look. "Like a book?" my lips pressed together as I nodded.
"I write teenage novels and children's کتابیں and don't give me that look, have آپ ever read a book یا even picked one up?" He shook his head a little embarrassed. "Wendy always read them to me, but yes I would pick کتابیں up all the time, who do آپ think got the book off the bookshelf?"
I giggled s bit at his comment. I looked up at him and his face in a matter of سیکنڈ went from serious to creeply excited. "Come to Neverland with me." My smile faded and I grew terrified he was loosing his mind again. What do I say?
I started backing up towards the door as he ran towards the open window. I stopped as I realized he wasn't going to stop then he flew out of the window and went down. I ran for the window and as I reached it and peered down he zoomed up and back into the room and spun around in the air.
I must be sleeping, that was it, I fell asleep while reading.
I stood completely still as he lowered himself to the ground in front if me. He walked around me and stood on the window frame. He just started at me with a little smile on his lips. He held out his hand and کہا "Lets start a new generation of Wendy's, come to Neverland." I believed him every word. I took his hand and in a fast movement I was in the sky slowly watching the house shrink behind us.
I fell off my بستر leaving my بستر in between me and the window. I would have gotten up to shut the window doors but that was before a figure entered the opening.
There was enough of a shadow cast over the body that آپ couldn't make out any features. But I could tell that it was a man. He stood with a sturdy pose his legs locked in place, his arms on his hips, his head held high with no fear.
He hopped down off the نشست that was placed in front of the window and onto the old carpeted floor. His pose loosened as his feet hit the ground, quite silently considering how old the house was.
He slowly walked around the room. I stayed kneeled at the side of the bed, my eyes peering over the unmade sheets. I watched him pick things up and study them then just drop them back into place.
"And what daughter are you?" He asked. My eyes widened, he knew I was there the entire time. But I made no noise I didn't make one اقدام and yet he was talking to me as if we had been in a conversation since he burst threw my hotel windows.
"I'm sorry, daughter of who?" He spun on his heels, his برداشت, ریچھ feeted heels, facing right at me. I stood straight up as straight as I could. He took a few steps towards me.
"What generation of her granddaughters are you?" He asked again, slowly as if I was a complete idiot missing the conversation.
I had a total stranger burst into my hotel room, not سے طرف کی the door but سے طرف کی the سیکنڈ story window. Not only that he was completely mad. I decide the only way I was going to make it out alive with out him killing me in some psychopathic maniac way was to try to play along.
"What would my grandmother," I shook my head and changed the word. "great-grandmothers name be." He looked at me a bit confused as he placed his hands on his hips again just like when he had barged in. "Wendy"
"Okay and what is your name?" His hands that laid on his hips slid off to his sides. "Your grandmother hasn't told آپ about me? My name's Peter Pan."
I shook my head, as a child Peter Pan was my پسندیدہ story. My mother read a couple chapters a night and when she finished the book she would read it over again. In fact the reason I chose this small not so 21st century comfort hotel was because this was the house that J.M. Berrie based Wendy and her two brothers house on.
So this kid well not so much a kid as maybe a eighteen یا nineteen سال old things that he's Peter Pan a childhood fairy tale character.
"So now that I have explained myself to you, what granddaughter are آپ of Wendy's?" I shook my head. "I'm not related to Wendy." He looked as if he didn't believe me. "Then what are آپ doing in her house." His voice was getting angry and I was becoming a bit scared.
"Peter, this house is no longer owned سے طرف کی Wendys family, it hasn't been for years. It's ow a hotel." He looked at me odd. "How many years?" "Its been a few decades."
His strong featured face turned turned softly into a heartbroken disappointment. He slowly sank to the floor. His eyebrows pushed together. My body loosened up and moved very slowly to his sunken body. I sat down on my legs in front of him.
Softly I asked, "If your Peter Pan, why aren't آپ a boy? آپ don't look quite like a man but آپ certainly don't look like a boy." His teary eyed face looked up at me. "You've heard my story?" I raised my eyebrow quickly then let it drop. "Your story is quite famous." He smiled to himself. "Wendy was truly an amazing story teller." I shook my head and agreed.
He took a deep breath composed him self and sat up straight. "I am not a boy because of Wendy. If آپ know my story then آپ know that I did not come and stay with Wendy and the lost boys but went back to Neverland." he paused and waited for my response in which I smiled and nodded.
"I'm not quite sure how long it had been since I left Wendy and the lost boys but Wendy was not a child when I came back to hear مزید of her stories. I'm not quite sure why I chose to stay but I did and she took care of me. Years went سے طرف کی and I started to grow up; one evening I was looking out that window." He pointed to the still open windows. "and I saw the star, big and bright and Neverland came flooding back into my mind." he pause and waited a bit to continue.
"So that night I went threw my little chest I had under my بستر and I found pixie dust. It was quite easy to remember how to fly." I smiled. "A little faith and pixie dust." I کہا with a little smile remembering my mother saying it to me. "I got up in the air and just went straight آگے out the window and towards the star." He looked away from me and at the ground."I guess it's been quite a lot of years since I came back the last time I came it was Wendy's granddaughter who stayed in this room."
I was pulled into his story so much that if felt 100% true, I didn't know what to say what to respond that story.
"That part of آپ story has never been told." He stood up fast and into his pose. "Do آپ tell stories at all." I stood up confident and smiling. "I do, just I put them on many layers of paper." He gave me an are-you-serious look. "Like a book?" my lips pressed together as I nodded.
"I write teenage novels and children's کتابیں and don't give me that look, have آپ ever read a book یا even picked one up?" He shook his head a little embarrassed. "Wendy always read them to me, but yes I would pick کتابیں up all the time, who do آپ think got the book off the bookshelf?"
I giggled s bit at his comment. I looked up at him and his face in a matter of سیکنڈ went from serious to creeply excited. "Come to Neverland with me." My smile faded and I grew terrified he was loosing his mind again. What do I say?
I started backing up towards the door as he ran towards the open window. I stopped as I realized he wasn't going to stop then he flew out of the window and went down. I ran for the window and as I reached it and peered down he zoomed up and back into the room and spun around in the air.
I must be sleeping, that was it, I fell asleep while reading.
I stood completely still as he lowered himself to the ground in front if me. He walked around me and stood on the window frame. He just started at me with a little smile on his lips. He held out his hand and کہا "Lets start a new generation of Wendy's, come to Neverland." I believed him every word. I took his hand and in a fast movement I was in the sky slowly watching the house shrink behind us.
Hey, so this is a poem Ive been thinking of for a long time,please read and comment!
The Spirit
The spirit rushes on,
Swifter than the wind,
To find answers,
To seek the way.
The spirit flows on,
Like the river.
Flowing on to find the ocean,
A ہوم for all its dreams.
The spirit shines on,
Brighter than a thousand suns.
Shining on to clear the darkness,
To find the path.
The spirit lives on,
مزید eternal than the sea,
Living on to find its home,
Where all the ends shall meet.
The Spirit
The spirit rushes on,
Swifter than the wind,
To find answers,
To seek the way.
The spirit flows on,
Like the river.
Flowing on to find the ocean,
A ہوم for all its dreams.
The spirit shines on,
Brighter than a thousand suns.
Shining on to clear the darkness,
To find the path.
The spirit lives on,
مزید eternal than the sea,
Living on to find its home,
Where all the ends shall meet.
Forever
Forever آپ are mine
Forever I’ll be here
Forever is what آپ promised
Your دل is worth nothing
But the your soul is priceless
Forever can be a long time
Forever can be a long time cut short
It’s worth the suffering
It’s worth the sacrifice
To forever be yours
Forever protected سے طرف کی your eagle like wings
Forever loved سے طرف کی your ocean wide heart
Forever محفوظ in your warm embrace
Forever is worth the wait
To be sliced thin
To stuffed thick
Forever is Forever
Forever is Eternity
Forever is a risk
Forever is a chance
Forever is worth the wait
Forever آپ are mine
Forever I’ll be here
Forever is what آپ promised
Your دل is worth nothing
But the your soul is priceless
Forever can be a long time
Forever can be a long time cut short
It’s worth the suffering
It’s worth the sacrifice
To forever be yours
Forever protected سے طرف کی your eagle like wings
Forever loved سے طرف کی your ocean wide heart
Forever محفوظ in your warm embrace
Forever is worth the wait
To be sliced thin
To stuffed thick
Forever is Forever
Forever is Eternity
Forever is a risk
Forever is a chance
Forever is worth the wait
preface
if the one person آپ told the truth to all the time was now the one person آپ have to keep it away from, would you?
would آپ be able to lie through your teeth and pray that he believes you? what if he was the one person آپ told everything to, he was the one who keeps آپ from falling apart, but if آپ told him anything he might be the one to bring آپ tummbling down.
if آپ had to chose between lieing to him, hurting him, and keeping him away from you, what would آپ chose? because if آپ dont chose right, he may very well die.
if the one person آپ told the truth to all the time was now the one person آپ have to keep it away from, would you?
would آپ be able to lie through your teeth and pray that he believes you? what if he was the one person آپ told everything to, he was the one who keeps آپ from falling apart, but if آپ told him anything he might be the one to bring آپ tummbling down.
if آپ had to chose between lieing to him, hurting him, and keeping him away from you, what would آپ chose? because if آپ dont chose right, he may very well die.
I am bored with love
and it's passionless limbs
that drape over my bed
in a lethargic state of impotence
while wearing the same red heart
my soul picked up hitchhiking
off highway serendipity
Now here we are
alone in togetherness
trying to build dreams
with two سے طرف کی fours and glue,
but even a home
won't tie us together
when our hearts live alone
Poetic vows cliched
into nothingness
like all words do, eventually
and we allowed our bodies to become another pair of hollow shadows that make love to a wall
instead of each other
and we wonder why
the roses are dying
and it's passionless limbs
that drape over my bed
in a lethargic state of impotence
while wearing the same red heart
my soul picked up hitchhiking
off highway serendipity
Now here we are
alone in togetherness
trying to build dreams
with two سے طرف کی fours and glue,
but even a home
won't tie us together
when our hearts live alone
Poetic vows cliched
into nothingness
like all words do, eventually
and we allowed our bodies to become another pair of hollow shadows that make love to a wall
instead of each other
and we wonder why
the roses are dying
A سال پہلے in my calculation,
A سال ago, there were situations.
The same song played now and then,
In my memory, it had begun.
Tears from my eyes were shed this morning,
It was the most tears I was shedding.
My world isn’t complete without you,
My world and I don’t know what to do.
Love isn’t a toy and never was.
Love is what آپ cherish and keep as treasure.
My mind is at many topics at random,
It goes normal when you’re in my kingdom.
What ends my bad situations with people
Is my focus on you, my angel.
You’ll always be a part of me,
You’ll always be in my memory.
A سال ago, there were situations.
The same song played now and then,
In my memory, it had begun.
Tears from my eyes were shed this morning,
It was the most tears I was shedding.
My world isn’t complete without you,
My world and I don’t know what to do.
Love isn’t a toy and never was.
Love is what آپ cherish and keep as treasure.
My mind is at many topics at random,
It goes normal when you’re in my kingdom.
What ends my bad situations with people
Is my focus on you, my angel.
You’ll always be a part of me,
You’ll always be in my memory.