Things you never forget.You never forget:Your first day of school.Your first boyfriend.Your first kiss.Your first date.Your first time.Your wedding day.Your childhood.The day you graduated.The day your child was born.The day you did something amazing.The day you get hired.The day you get fired.The day you got recognized.The day your dog died.The day you cried at a sappy movie.The day you did something stupid.The day you had fun.The day you didn't care.The day you wanted to die.The days you were happy.All these things happen.Things that you will never forget.You might not remember all the details or the dateBut you remember what's important.These things that you never forgetAlways have the biggest impact on who you are.
Judgement"You need to stop doing this.""Stop doing what?""Writing me into your stories.""...why?""Because
it scares me. I'm not this guy that you write about. I'm not some kind of Prince Charming and I'm certainly not a sea God or whatever you like to say about my eyes every now and then.""Oh really?""Yeah. You really need to work on your judgement of people, because this is all wrong. It's like you don't know me at all!""So why don't you correct me and I'll fix my idea of you accordingly.""Well
firstly, I'm a really nervous person.""Yeah. Your hands are either fiddling with your hair or your sleeve, or you're biting your nails.""And I don't like going out. I'm a hermit.""Except to your best friends' houses, or to the animal shelter, or to me.""And I'm dead inside.""Says the boy who hides his tears at the sight of an injured puppy.""I do not.""Yes, you do.""Anyway, I'm not always nice to you. In fact, I really don't do enough.""You're right. Except
High SchoolA new yearA new startPaths will crossPaths will partIntertwinedOr spread across?A new gainOr an old loss?Choices will be madeDecisions are boundOthers will be lostYourself will be foundWhat you wantOr what you need?Let your mind run freeOr your heart take the lead?Do you choose to leaveOr follow along?Will the choices you makeAppear to be wrong?Decisions are toughBut need to be madeMemories you've builtContinue or fadeA path leading leftFollows what you once knewA path leading rightGives you something newYour heart says yesYour mind says noYou don't want to chooseYet you have to goIn the end all that mattersIs which path you takeBecause your future is whatYou CHOOSE to make
Proud To Be A NerdProud To Be A NerdOh, sure, we're at the bottom of the social ladder.But to be honest with you, the view's not always better at the top.Nerds have intellect.Nerds have insight.Nerds have interests.And what do you have?
Yeah, that's what I thought.So don't laugh we when let out our mighty "SQUEE" of delight.Don't laugh when we dress up for movie premieres.Don't laugh when we treat our nerdy interests as Serious Business.Because we will laugh right back
while insulting you in a way that people like you couldn't understand if you tried.Which you won't.So don't trip us in the hallor steal our nerdy thingamabobsor insult us in the most pathetic way.Because we will get our revenge.You may not even notice, but we will.Whether we "borrow" all of your pencilsone by one by one,put too much salt on your foodor walk up to the head cheerleader and say,"See that guy over there?He thinks you look fat in that outfit",we will get our revenge.Yo
ExcusesHe sleeps like a child without a voice. (And she listens like a child who cannot hear.)He dreams like a stranger on a train. (And she watches like another fixated by his thoughts.)He sighs like the first whisper of a rainstorm. (And she understands like the eve of the storm.)He breathes like tomorrow is his last day. (And she reminds him that he will live longer than ever.)He sings like a bird in the winds of the forest. (And she understands the sweetness of every note.)He cries like the downpour in the desert. (And she climbs to the ends of the earth to make him smile.)He loses his way like a deer out of the forest. (And she guides him back each time to the place where he is meant to be.)He breaks like a fragile flower in the dust and the wind. (And she tells him he is too strong to be fragile ever.)He fights like the last angel defending heaven. (And she gives him his swords and armor.)He writes like the blood from the finest writer's heart. (And she reads his words with awe
I am.I am.I am the person who lives.I am the person who loves.I am the girl who cries to sleep at night, wishing I could be prettier.I am the boy who is trying to live up to everyone else's expectations other than my own.I am the invisible who linger in the hallways.I am the person who bullies to feel better.I am the parent who gave up after my child went to jail.I am the daughter who works at fifteen because my parents can't.I am the person who is bullied for being different.I am the person who lives because I don't know what happens after death.I am the woman who is hit on every day because of my looks, making them more of a curse thena blessing.I am the man who took steroids to be stronger and now am discarded by society.I am the child who was forgotten.I am the broken.I am the hero.I am the villain.I am the takers.I am the givers.I am the deserving.I am the bullied.I am the pressured.I am the suffering.I am the surviving.I am the wishers.I am the dreamers.I am
TearsShe was the girl with eyes of burnt amber. But her eyes weren't always that way. It came from hiding a truth so harsh that her beautiful eyes had turned dark. She swore she could never fall in love.He was the boy with a face shaped like a broken heart. But his face wasn't always that way either. It came from caring so much about someone that his heart was scratched in cruel, manicured fingers, mangled beyond belief. He swore he would never love again.They met in a spinal corridor. Then in a courtyard. Then in a room which had a broken window. And finally in a doorway that was too small. And she was crying.Diamond tears from burnt amber eyes. Diamond tears that fell, uncared for, onto the ground.He finally had to reach out and stop one diamond from hitting the floor. She looked up at him, surprised, almost angry. But before she could speak, his voice, wine rich, half broken like a damaged violin spoke. "Don't waste your tears where no one can see them.""They mean nothing.""Tears a
Introductions"Hi, I'm-""I know who you are.""You do?""You're the guy who thinks he's invisible.""I have a name-""It isn't important. Because you really don't think it's important.""All right. Since we've started out this way, let me just tell you, I know you too.""Yeah?""You're the girl who is broken.""I am not broken.""You're the girl whose eyes close every night and open the next morning, only to find you have never slept at all.""I sleep well. Besides-""You're the girl who dreams of a happy ending even though she has seen seventeen...no, eighteen unhappy ones in her eighteen years.""Happy endings are over rated. And you're-""You're the girl who wants something bigger, something stronger, just so the weakness in her body becomes something so much more.""You don't understand weakness the way-""You're the girl whose heart broke when she was so young, and she fixed it back together with superglue, but cannot ignore the cracks.""Superglue makes for a good companion, especially when-"