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.
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
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
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
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
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
LoveIt's the song on the radio that reminds you of what you had and what you lost.It's the smile that a baby gives when she is genuinely happy.It's the sound of a laugh from someone who hasn't laughed in a long, long time.It's the friend who still remembers you even if you call after fifteen years.It's the last piece of chocolate saved for you in a box you thought was empty.It's the gift that is exactly what you needed, when you needed it.It's the two hour ride across town, just so she can see you before she leaves.It's the dog who waits for you to come home, just to give you all the affection in the world.It's the companionship one feels in silence when they have found their best friend.It's the feeling of a warm blanket someone put on you after you fell asleep.It's the boy who does the stupidest things in the world, just to see you laugh.It's the girl who kisses you the way she has never ever kissed anyone before.It's the woman who gives up her seat on the train to the old la
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-"
Teach Me How To Be InspiredSomeone came up to me once, his eyes were grey and soft, and he asked me, "Teach me how to write, please?" Frowning, I looked at him, "Write what?""Teach me how to write beautiful poetry, I need to be able to write poetry," he paused, "But I never know what to write about...." In that moment I understood my friend's problem, "Okay," I said, "Write about the reflection of the sun's light on water. Write about how at sunset it bleeds its rays out onto the wet sand to create copper fields. Write about the gritty grip of that sand between your toes, like the most adoring lover it'll never let you go and you'll spend the rest of your life trying to shake it out of your shoes." He smiled, but it was a small smile, "I've never been to the beach though...""Then write about the city," I shrugged, "Write about the flocks of pigeons as they take to the air like soot covered angels, write about the tinny sm