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Jessica Tapia Jan 2016
"Neverland"

There's this place called neverland,
And Peterpan who holds your hand,
There are lost boys who are playful,
And there's Captain Hook who is hateful,
Tinker whose name ends with a bell,
And Wendy who does very well,
This is a place where you don't grow old,
A place where you won't be told,

Smiles always on faces,
Going in different paces,

Or so i thought....

This place suddenly went down,
And people started to drown,
The place that used to be like "wonderland",
Just turned into a hopeless land,
It all used to be so very well,
But turned into a very dark hell,

It was no longer "Neverland",
But now it's "Dungeon land".
I don't know. I felt like making a poem so i made this
cursed  Jan 2014
Seventeen
cursed Jan 2014
She is seventeen

She heard his wish - the boy who wished upon her at the balcony. She heard his worries. About how he is worried of not passing his examination, about the way his parents treat him and about the way his heart never settles since the day he left his significant other.
                             "Was it my fault?"
He asked as he buried his head in his palms and stare at the falling stars on that one lucky night. A moment there he felt like the star answered him. A moment there he felt the star is looking at him in hopes he feels the magical feeling she is feeling now that she is seventeen. The magical feeling she felt and how she is too naive that she fell at first sight on the boy who told him his worries. She fell to the earth of her feelings.

She is seventeen.

Was it really hope? Did she really fell in love with hope? Or was it still the boy on that balcony? She felt the presence of faith and she knew faith was always right. By the time she really fell head over heels on hope, faith brought a friend.
     Trust.
Was she strong enough to trust?
Was she strong enough to have faith in her hopes.
                                   Yet she still has hopes on waking up the next day with faith by her side and trust in her heart.
        So, how does it feels to really felt right?
                         How does it feels to have the feelings at the right places?

She is seventeen.

"Do I really want to stay like this forever?" She asked herself.
               To have no worries and be a child at heart and out. To escape the reality when she really need reality to escape the magical feelings.
Did she really took Peterpan's hand and flew to Neverland and never came back?
                                     Did the sleeping pills worked?
When the clock strikes 6, and the morning came, her mom at her door knocks on thrice.
                                "Jane, wake up." With a voice as soft as the feelings of her comforters that surrounds her body.
                                                           ­             "In a minute."
She took his hand and flew to Neverland but once she saw the mermaids in Mermaid Lagoon, she swam and fell in love with water. She sat on a rock and hold Peter's hand and again she felt those magical feelings again. She kissed Peter's cheek and told him,
                                                            ­   "I need to escape this magical feelings."
And so she woke up on her bed.

She is seventeen.

Forgiving was hard.
           Forgetting was harder.
Yet, those words seems so easy for her now.
                                              The magical feelings that has long gone, made it harder.
She swam through life and sometimes she would choke on the water and stop. But she knows the ocean is big and she never stopped swimming. She met the dolphins and fishes, she even met a few big waves. But she knows there will be a boat right behind her to save her when she's drowning.
        Sometimes she felt it is stupid for her to not sculpt her life before doing anything but she loves the water ever since the Mermaid Lagoon so she continues what she loves. Sometimes she feels someone looking upon her like the boy at the balcony who told her his worries. She felt the pixie dust who tried to help her bit by bit; trying to let her fly and skip the horrendous waves.
                                                          ­Sometimes she used it
                                                              ­      Sometimes she told him no and she swam again.

She is seventeen.

Yet she danced on Jupiter, hopped on the rings of Saturn, fell in love at first sight, went to Neverland, met the mermaids, her first love was someone who never want to grow up, and she swam the oceans. *Was she still a beautiful aurora?
I answered one of my friend's prose so I used some of her words but, do enjoy.

(n.a)
Carolin  Mar 2015
His shore
Carolin Mar 2015
Let me rest upon your
shore. The waves have
been dragging me down
lately and beating my body
against the rocks. I won't
deny that i can't take this no
more. Lift my head up from the ocean's cruel waves so i don't
drown. Take me to a better place
like in the story of PeterPan
because this one is making me
frown. Oh darling paint me
a smile if your talented hands
can. Paint me with the colours
you have on your bedroom walls.
Use pretty shades of pink and
green as if i have make up on to
cover my bruised lips and the
scars on these hips. Paint me
close to you with my head
resting upon your shore* ~
Merinda  Feb 2019
Dreamland
Merinda Feb 2019
Welcome to the dreamland
Beautiful world with rainbow sand
Create dreams with peterpan
Fly away the universe with snowman
Counting the stars from one 'till ten
Close your eyes and just take my hand
Dream what you wanna dream and believe if you can
Don't give up 'till the end
Navpreet Kaur Oct 2018
I am from a town who never loved me,
Until Captain Hook took me away
From I am a lost gurl from Netherland,
Who hangs out with Peterpan

I am from bending laws abd cutting rules,
From I’m about to risk it all for I ain’t got too much to lose.
I am form revenge is the best medicine,
From to increase the dose and to unleash the monsters.

I am from no trust and broken promises,
From lack of hope and freedom.
I am from lying and keeping secrets from my parents,
From new arguments everyday.
I am from being misunderstood and putting others before myself,
From forging others and moving on in life.
I am from a useless child in their eyes,
From being emotionally separated to them in life.

— The End —