Friday, December 27, 2013

2014!

I was going to post this on New Year's Eve but I need to get this all of my chest before I explode.  To say this year opened my eyes would be an understatement.  I now see the world in a whole new light, some people have shown their true colors, I've pissed off people without having any intention of doing so, and I have grown a lot in only a year.  But most importantly the pizza blood that was once in my veins has now been replaced with ink, and to be honest I couldn't be happier.  If you would tell me last year a year from now that I would have 12 chapters written for a book, and fifty poems that I have shared which was always a problem for me in the past, and people actually liked them, I would tell you that you are off your fricking rocker!  I am in a place right now where my mind is always in writer mode whether it be at work, at the gym, lying in bed, reading to first graders trying not to fall asleep, or actually writing.  And in the year 2014 I swear to you there will be a facebook status that reads, "So I wrote a book!", and if there isn't I will drink Starbucks for a month.
   
Now onto to the changes I'm making in 2014.  I dink around a lot, too much, and spend way to much time on things that don't do anything for me in general.  Well I'm done with it.  I'm ending this year at 205 pounds which is 10 pounds heavier than I was last year, but with less body fat, so I'm ok with that!  In fact I'm ecstatic with that!  But next year I'm refocusing on me and things that matter the most.  My family, my writing, my friends that care about me, stop worrying about the assholes of the world, and myself in general.  Being a father I have seen how fast kids grow up, and I don't want to miss a moment of it.  You need to cherish every moment you have with them, because right now they want you to hang with them, sooner or later you will no longer be the cool dad, and I realize that.  So I'm going to soak in that title as much as possible as I can.  Now onto the friends.  This might piss some people off but I'm tired of sitting silence anymore. If you contact me just if you need something, please delete me from your contacts!  I'm done wasting hellos without any responses.  People get busy I get that, but theres always time to send a quick hey to a friend, you never know they might need that little bright spot in there day.  They might be thinking to themselves that maybe I am invisible, and then you get a quick hey whats up, and you then realize that people do notice you in this world.  Well I'm done being the guy who sends out lighthouse hellos, because somedays there's no hey back, until something is needed.  Am I angry yes, am I angry at people, no.  I'm angry at myself for not stopping after the tenth no answer, but I'm done being angry with myself, and concentrating my anger to focus instead.

Focus on what you may ask, or who knows you might of stopped reading that last paragraph, thought to yourself, F this guy!  And deleted me from Facebook and so forth.  If that's the case I"m a little sorry, but keeping all this inside was poisoning more than I ever knew until lately.  From now on all the wasted time I took trying to talk to shadows will be now be focused on writing and the gym.  I will go to the gym every day for at least an hour, but I'm done posting it on Facebook.  In fact I'm done flooding everyone's facebook feeds, because it takes up way to much time.  I will still post the occasional poem, or insightful thoughts, but for the most part I will be silent.  I spend way to much time on there and if I want to post that status about my book being done, this must be done.  No more excuses, no more distractions, just the light at the end of the tunnel is all I see.  And who I see there is everyone who has been rooting for me, and some I didn't know I had until lately.  And I can't let those people down!



It's Time

Fall or fly.
Live not die.
Done aiming low, I'm shooting high.
Laugh and smile at the world, no longer cry.
Dreams brighter than the sun in the sky.
Prying open each eye.
Now I see my true destiny.
The most honest me I can be.
From now on it's me being me.
No longer standing still like a dead tree.
Buzzing around the world like a free bee.
The light at the tunnel is all I can see.
My future is an unexplored as the sea.
I'm kicking down the door, screw trying to find the key.
The beast is let out of the cage.
Writing with the perfect combination of love and rage.
Have to get the words from the mind to the page.
Speaking with no fear on a giant stage.
People listen from every range of age.
My skin and heart breaks the metal on the gage.
Counting down the days till I can rest on the plage.
Its to early to hear angels sing.
But it is ok if they give me a wing.
I already found my love and gave her a ring.
Spent way to much of life being a ding.
Tired of being a pawn in life I must become a king.
Finally found the balls to take the bat and swing.
My own brand of whoop ass in the only thing I will bring.
I'm no longer a writer part-time.
Stole my fate back like a grand larceney crime.
Done being silent like an unpaid, untalented mime.
Being stuck in this nasty smelling slime.
I see that mountain, I grab my gear and climb,
I'm not going to waste anymore of my prime.
It's about F*ing time!

Sunday, December 8, 2013

So Much More....


So Much More....

Christmas means so many things.
To so many different people.
It is the time of the year when our hearts are filled with love.
We put our differences aside and our enemies become our peers for a moment.
There is a magic in the air that the only way it can be described is magic.
It is all these things and so much more...

The stores start stocking for this special time as soon as Halloween is over.
We complain about the timing, and yet we still buy it.
It creeps up earlier and earlier each year.
We all get upset about it, but deep down we don't mind.
The children dog ear all their toys in every toy catalog.
Making Santa's lists that change day by day.
Starting in September you can tell your kids five magical words.
"Put it on Santa's list.", and chances are they will forget.
It is all these things and so much more....

Its the Christmas carols being blared from every store day and night.
The workers that loathe Christmas time.
Customers asking if they have a certain toy in back.
Thinking that yes elves do work in the back room.
Parent's praying each day to the toy God's that their child will ask for less.
Or at least the regularly stocked toy.
It is all these things and so much more...

It is the time of the year where children and adults believe in magic once again.
Kids knowing deep down that there is a man in a red suit that awards good behavior.
And most importantly the time of the year when parents can threaten with the horror of the naughty list.
Where every good thing outweighs the bad.
The time of the year when you believe miracles can happen, and they usually do.
It is all these things and so much more...

It is the feeling of community throughout the world.
The feeling of loving one another is the only thing on each others minds.
War is paused in theory for one day. 
Goodwill is the only thing on the mind during this time.
Weapons are laid down.
And hearts are picked up.
It is all these things and so much more...

It's the twinkle in a child's eyes when they open what they have been asking for all year.
It is the peaceful snow falling at night, surprising the kids in the morning.
The clip clop of reindeer on the roof that every kid swears they hear at least once.
The parents with bloodshot eyes stumbling down to the tree trying to make any noise.
With one mission in mind, making their kid's wishes come true.
Christmas is the definition of magic.
For all these things and so much more...
And we all believe in it for at least one day.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Everyday



Everyday...

Everyday we must come to realize.
That each day that has passed there are two things about it.
One we can bitch and complain about what has happened.
Or we can learn from it so we don't repeat it.
The scars will always be there.
The nightmares you faced will still be in your mind.
The rain and storms will always remain.
But complaining about them does nothing.
It doesn't change anything!
The only way to make sure we make sure the past doesn't repeat.
Is by learning what to do in the present.
Which will make a brighter future.

Everyday we must be stronger than we were.
We must throw out all the excuses we have.
Block out all the negative.
Be louder than our demons.
Bigger than our dreams.
Flood the hate from ourselves.
And allow ourselves to bathe in love.
One simple positive thought is what we all need.
For those kind words cause a ripple effect in our mind.
Make us see what we need to see at the right time.
Smile at a stranger because who knows what battles they are facing.
Say a hello to friend or an enemy.
That maybe all the ammo they need to last through a day.
Be the best you can be.

Everyday we must forgive ourselves.
And others.
We are not perfect.
Our imperfections are what makes us who we are.
We may not be the strongest.
The smartest.
Or the prettiest.
But maybe we will never give up which is our inner strength.
Perhaps we are smarter than we give ourselves credit for.
And if someone doesn't find you beautiful, then they are not meant to.
We were born to learn.
We were born to make mistakes.
We were born to live.
We were born to become ourselves.

Everyday we must realize that we do not have all the time in the world.
Never miss an opportunity to tell someone that you love them. 
Hug a friend or even a stranger.
Kiss your loved ones good night.
Take a second to pet your cat.
Or throw a ball to your dog.
Or stare at the fish in the fish bowl.
Time has a funny way of running out unexpectedly
For your loved ones.
For strangers.
And for ourselves.

Everyday we must live.
.

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Revenge

And now the end of a trilogy that was never meant to become one!


Revenge

The hero standing in the mirror is an unexplainable sight.
A here ready not to go down without a fight.
Laces up his boots and they hit the floor.
Dying to kick down the villains door.
Goes out and looks up to the sky.
Mother Nature knows that today someone is going to die.
Trying to decide if he should arrive by ground or by air.
Either way he's hoping the result is no one knows he's there.
Until it's to late.
And he's already halfway destroying their place.
He takes off extremely fast.
Praying to God that his only failure will be left in the past.
He craves victory.
He demands revenge.

He runs through the door with a giant blast.
Locked and loaded ready to kick some ass.
The first nameless thug throws the first punch and the hero ducks.
At this exact moment our hero realizes his battle plan really sucks.
Punching though mindless monotonous thugs again and again.
Wondering when this pointless battle warm ups would end.
Almost as if Satan himself answered his call.
A giant massive villain carrying a massive ax entered the hall.
Our hero know his fighting skills were rusty and unreliable.
But sadly there were the only skills our hero has available.
Our hero smiles and beckons to the giant to come.
The giant mocks our hero and laughs, this is going to be fun.
He craves victory.
He demands revenge.

Our hero has to think of a plan of attack quick.
Before the only thing that is sticking out of his body is the ax's stick.
The hero runs toward the giant and disarms him of the ax.
Turning around instantly and with all his strength he has in him, picks him and breaks his back.
The giant writhing and screaming in pain.
The hero says to him, never forget my name.
Our hero walks further down the hall and sees a door covered in gold.
Thinking to himself this getting kind of old.
With all his might he punches the door down.
Totally unaware of all the other villains around.
The evil mastermind sits unphased at his chair.
Trying desperately to give off the vibe he doesn't care.
He craves victory.
He demands revenge.

The villains who were waiting in the room make a plan to rush.
With the adrenaline pumping in our heroes veins he manages to crush.
Every single villains hopes and dreams.
By destroying everyone of them and all they can do is run off and scream.
Our hero points to the mastermind and tells him he's next.
This is the moment our hero has waited for to prove he is the best.
The mastermind gets out of chair and bellows to our hero,
You are a failure, a nothing, just a pathetic zero.
The villain comes out of nowhere and throws a lands a punch.
Our heroes nose has no other option but to crunch.
The villain laughs knowing his blow hit his mark.
For a second our heroes sight goes dark.
He craves victory,
He demands revenge.

The villain sees this as an opportunity and uppercuts him through the window.
Our hero goes down which is the only he can go.
He dives head first into a car.
Leaving blood everywhere and the start of a scar.
A crowd gathers near.
From all the violence and commotion they hear.
The villain jumps down from his lair.
Begging the hero to try something if he dares.
Our hero pulls himself up with all his might.
Showing the world he came for a fight,
The fight goes by blow by blow.
How it would end no would know.
He craves victory.
He demands revenge.

With each punch, kick, throw the fight seemed closer to the end.
And out of nowhere they would start again.
Neither party wanted to give.
They both were willing to kill so the other would live.
 Then out of nowhere the villain got the upper hand.
He has the hero pinned  to the cold hard land.
He tells the hero at least you tried,
But now it is way past the time you should of died.
The crowd watched in shock as they witnessed the heroes death.
And took his last breath.
But that sight stirred up something within.
And they all turned on the villain.
He craves victory.
He demands revenge.

The spectators had enough of the villains tyranny.
And everyone watching now craved victory,
They all wanted revenge.
They all knew the death of hero they had to avenge.
They all crowded the villain and took turns with punches and kicks.
And made sure each strike they let out sticked.
The death of the hero sparked the spirit of the hero within.
The battle our hero lost, but the war he did win,
He is now at peace watching from above.
His heart is now filled with peace and with love.
That day he saw a new breed of hero begin.
And the reign of the villains end.
He finally  get his victory.
He finally got his revenge. 

Sunday, November 3, 2013

The Cape (Tired hero part 2)


The Cape

Destiny has pulled me here yet again.
By the constant urging of family and friends.
I pick up the mask and the cape.
Silently cursing the winds of fate.

I remember the exact time I chose to walk away.
It was the most intense battle we ever fought that day.
Memories of the victories and good times flash through my head.
As well as the losses and inescapable visions of mindless bloodshed.
We each won a few of the battles, but they won the war.
The heroes wanted it bad, the villains wanted our destruction even more.
We had no choice but to wave the white flag of defeat.
After hearing children screaming and crying in the street.
Looking at their heroes with tear stained eyes.
Asking us why did we let so many people die.

The sky was black and there was no sun.
That was the only sign the villains needed to know they had won.
The world found out that day that yes even heroes shed tears.
And even though we rarely show it we still have our darkest fears.
  So many punches were thrown.
Too much hatred had grown.
They found a found away to fill us with so much anger.
That we had no choice but to become our own dopple-ganger.
They exposed to me what I didn't want to see.
That the demons and evil were deep within me.

The world knows we need heroes, but the villain they love.
They showed me deep down I no longer belonged up above.
The villains tricked the world into believing heroes are not real.
The very spirit and essence of the hero they did kill.
People stopped staring into the dark violent sky.
Hoping to see proof that man can actually fly.
The sad truth they started to believe the lie.
Heroes had a silent death.
No one heard their last breath.

After too many years being locked in my own prison.
I have been finally given a purpose, a reason.
It's time to stand up for the person who has lost his will.
Showing the world that there are heroes still.
Looking at the cape I see a few hole and some tiny blood stains.
Displaying so much hurt and pains.
The capes color is faded and the edges are torn.
As I hold it in my hands I feel a hero being reborn.
I put on the mask and look in the mirror.
The future right now couldn't any more clearer.
The time has come for a heroes victory.
I know deep down I have it in me.
To take out the villains one by one.
There's no where they can hide, and no where to run.

After I am victorious which I know I will be.
The world living in fear and pain will now finally be free.
I will be finally be able to put away this mask and cape.
Store it the worlds strongest safe
Using my own strength to crush the key.
Knowing finally I am free.
Loving the sound of the click on the lock.
Then I know deep down I can finally walk.
Walking away with my cape and mask permanently on the shelf.
Knowing in my heart we can all save ourselves...



Friday, November 1, 2013

My pen, My soul



My pen, My Soul


Before the pen even hits the paper there's a process I go through.
First I determine my audience whether it be myself or it be you.
No matter which way I write it for I write it the same.
My mission is for you to be able to change the I's and me's and add your own name.
First things first all the words must come from the heart.
That is the most important part.
My writing are the truest words from my soul.
To say it another way, this is me and this how I roll.
Do I take the time and make it rhyme.
And do what I do best and kill time.
Delaying even more the writing of my book.
In all hopes that these exact words will result in my writers block being shook.
Whether it be a book, blog, or poem.
This words from my mind is a giant portion of me I let roam.
Some people get mad from each and every positive thought.
But I know what is like to silently rot.
I spread the light for not only you but also me.
It always reminds me there's more than just darkness we can see.
I take lessons and memories from the past.
Times where I love and others where I have kicked in the ass.
I write about love, fear, dreams, and hate.
Because I know deep down we all can relate.
I'm afraid of the day my words go silent.
Since my creative side is where I vent so I don't become violent.
I've been told that so many of the words I have posted are in others heads.
They just have no way to get out of their skin and shed.
I pray that one day the voices that love to scream and shout.
Find an outlet other then a free blog to get out.
So this is me down to the bones, soul, and skin.
You now know why I write everything that comes from within!

Friday, October 25, 2013

Nightmare

I feel this poem needs a warning attached to it.  This is not a happy poem in fact this might be the sickest, creepiest, darkest things I have ever written in my life, and I'm proud of it.  It's my look at what I find the scariest thing imaginable, the things that some humans are capable of.  So please don't call the cops on me after reading this, or suggest I see a psychologist.  If you dare turn off the lights and read the words out loud if you want the full effect.

Nightmare

Look deep down what do you see there.
What is your most frightening nightmare.

You spot the clown staring at you.
Plotting, thinking, planning what next to do.
He starts making steps towards you to come close.
The fear kicks in, you can't feel your breathing, you can't feel your pulse.
He walks right up to you, because you are paralyzed by fear.
The clown has some words he wants you to hear.
He whispers in your ear, Run.
Why, he laughs, because it's more fun.
Your feet kick in and you swear you run a mile.
Trying desperately to escape that sick, sadistic smile.
You stop, look around, and see no one there.
When gloved hands come out of no where.
Around your neck denying you of air.
He laughs at you like you are some sick joke.
When the only response you can do is choke.
He grips his hands stronger on you.
Watching your face go purple, than blue.
He lets out of the sickest giggle.
As he feels your body make one last wiggle.
The last thing you and sickness deep in eyes.
He lets out last maniacal laugh and watches as you die.

Look deep down what do you see down there.
What is your most frightening nightmare.

You get off work really late.
In the darkness and shadows is where he will wait.
You walk up to your car and see him in your car window.
He's behind you, there's nowhere to run, no where to go.
He sticks you with the knife to start a little bleeding.
To show you this is no joke and he is not kidding.
He takes you to the trunk of car and tells you to get in.
Knowing that you will never see your family and life ever again.
During the car ride all you stare at is the deathly glow of the taillight.
Determined to not give up and you are only going down in a fight.
There seems to be an odd silence in the car.
The ride doesn't seem that long so you can't be that far.
You hear your captor singing a song.
As he drives you to your resting place and you have no choice to be go along.
He stops the car, opens the trunk, and tells you to get out.
You contemplate if you should scream or shout.
He tells its ok to scream your life away,
He likes it better that way.
He takes you to a coffin and a hole in the ground.
Your voice is so scared it can not contemplate to make any kind of sound.

Look deep down what do you see there.
What is your most frightening nightmare.

As you lie there asleep in your bed,
Dreams and fantasies run through your head,
You are sleeping so safe and sound.
Completely unaware that someone else is around.
Watching you from inside your home.
When you wake up and try to call it won't work, he cut the phone.
He comes out of the closet to stare at you as you sleep.
In your slumber dreaming so deep.
He licks his lips deciding what to do.
Just what is going to do to you.
Deciding if he wants you see it coming.
Or wake up as soon as the blood starts pouring.
He pulls out a needle and shoots you in the neck.
Completely unaware of the tiny little prick.
You awake in a completely  different surrounding.
All you see is the wood you are encased in and hear the dirt pounding.
Pounding on the grave you  have been placed.
Knowing deep down you know its too late.
You find a knife buried with you.
Giving an easy out if you want to.
Knowing there's not much oxygen left to intake,
You hear the the psycho on top whistling thinking to himself what decision you will make.
You pray to God asking to be forgiven for what are about to do.
Knowing that the bright light will soon be in view.

Look deep down what do you see there.
What is your most frightening nightmare.

People around us are capable of some many things.
Evil and hate in this world are the only things they bring.
Some will look in the mirror and see nothing wrong.
Others will sing your screams as some kind of trophy song.
Doors creaking,
Bones chilling.
Blood dripping.
Souls ripping,
We are capable of so much evil.
The scariest thing about it is that it is too real.
We all born with the ability to commit the ultimate sin.
Just give in to the voices within.
Listen to the demons and believe the stories they tell.
Cement your permanent place in hell.
Sharks, snakes, spiders, dogs, the mind makes them all monstrosities.
The thing that scares me most is what people have done, people like you and me.

Look deep down what do you see there.
What is your most frightening nightmare.... 

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Up


Up

Wake up
Open your eyes and look around.
Hear every single sound.
Get dressed and get ready for a great day.
Make sure what ever is on your mind you say.
Show the world that you are you.
And there's nothing in this world that can you stop you doing what you do.

Stand up
Fight the good fight.
Always rise for what is right.
Never become the bad guy.
Because a good guy never really does die.
His presence lives on in others.
Their friends, family, sisters, and their brothers.
Show the world that they have something to believe in.
And you are never going to stop unless you win.

Look Up
Always keep your eyes on the sky.
Seeing how far you can go if you choose to fly,
Our dreams and goals are meant to be tough.
Life will throw curve balls at you every day making it rough.
Look at your friends and family that are always there.
The ones who no matter what happens will always care.
Show the world you are an  inspiration.
And you when you do succeed the whole world will join in on the celebration.

Give up
Stop thinking those negative thoughts.
Having them in your soul makes only one result, it rots.
Victory is so close you can get a little taste.
Don't make all the effort you put in so far be a complete waste.
The only person you need to be better than is yourself.
Put all that self hatred and failure talk on the shelf.
Show the world you are no one to mess with.
And you are tired of hearing all the same bull.....

Sunday, October 6, 2013

Once Upon A Time


All throughout our young lives we are spoon fed one simple phrase, "Once upon a time".  We grow up wanting to believe in magic, fairy tales, and dreams.  Then reality and adulthood hits and we realize that they were just tales, we are taught magic doesn't exist, and dreams only come true to the fortunate.  I used to think that way until I started thinking about fairy tales in general, and how close to our lives are we just don't realize.  Everything from wanting to become a princess/prince, wooden boys who when they lie grow a giant snoz, genies in lamps, and all our evil protagonists.  They are all there, just cleverly disguised though out our lives!


Princesses and Princes

Since day one as a child you are told about princesses and princes.  Girls are called princess and boys are called princes.  And that ideal never changes, because look how many articles there are written on how to find your prince charming, I rest my case.  And one other thing, every time I have watched Say Yes to the Dress, and yes I was watching with my wife, the bride to be's always say they want to feel like a princess on their wedding day!  I have no problem with that, I married the prettiest princess on my wedding day and made her my queen.  Now I have a daughter who when asks if she wants to be a princess when she grows up, will correct you immediately and tell you straight to your face that she already is!  And she is she's my princess and her prince charming to be better not break her heart, because than he will meet the Beast I have inside.  Princesses and Prince's have a very permanent place in reality, but sadly it seems to only pertain to a few situations, and I think it would be a better place if we expanded the opportunities people felt like the better version of themselves.  In fact just tomorrow treat your loved one like the princess/prince they are to you and see how you feel, and if that loved one is a true princess/prince they will gladly return the favor.


Wooden boys!

I have spent my whole life trying to be a real boy, that might sound funny, I was trying for it to, but it is to true.  I have never been the typical guy, I can't fix cars, I can kinda use tools, and the only sports team I like is the Chicago Cubs, and when they win a world series I know there is something called magic in the world!  But one thing I don't do is lie!  For one thing is I lack the capability of hiding the truth, because deep down I always feel the truth is the best said, even if it will hurt in the end.  If I lie I show it in my face, I don't grow a giant nose, but you can tell because I suck at lying.  But just think for a second if every person lied and there nose would grow how much more interesting life would be.  There would be more successful marriages due to you had to be faithful, because if you didn't your spouse could break your nose off for the obvious lying.  Cops would be poked in the chest whenever they pull over someone when they ask why they were pulled over, and a lot less dogs would be punished for eating homework.  But the best thing about if the lying consequence would be watching C-Span, and watching hundreds of people trying to fit their long ass noses in such a  constricted building.  I would pay good money to see that!


3 wishes!

I bet every person would love to find a magic lamp, rub it, and make three of there dreams come true.  I wouldn't.  In fact if I found one I would call three friends and find out one wish for each of them and make it for them.  I do not want a cheapened dream granted, if I didn't work hard for it.  Granted when I finish my book I will be praying for a little magic coming my way in getting published, but other than that I want to work beyond hard to make my dream come true, because it will be that much sweeter in the end when it finally happens.  Each time my pen writes a barely legible letter in my book, I know I'm one step closer to calling myself an author, officially, and being paid for it.  Who knows after I publish a few books, I could publish this whole blog and make some money off of it.   Dreams come true when you know they will, magic happens when you believe in it, and there is no such thing as 3 wishes.  But there are three things that are required to make your dreams come true; a positive attitude, undying perseverance, and finally surrounding yourself with the right people who know deep down in their heart that you can do this, and you will do this!


Evil!

With all the good things in our life there are bound to be things that are bad in our lives as well, our villains.  They might not be evil step sisters or mothers, mean aunts that put curses on you, or even a peer that gets you into smoking turning you into a donkey!  They are still there.  They might be disguised as a jerk boss, a backstabbing friend, or just some people who just have it out for you no matter what.  The fact of the matter is they exist one for one reason, to prove them wrong!  There is no greater feeling in this world than showing people who didn't think you could do something, do what they thought was impossible!  Whether it be bringing your baseball team who lost every game in the first half of the season, end up being second in the long run, and losing the last game by a fluke!  Or it might be as simple as showing your boss they were wrong about you, and you can handle a lot more than they give you credit for.  Or your greatest villain is a supposed friend who smiles to your face, and throws knifes at you when you are not looking.  If your greatest villain is the last one, I have one recommendation, drop that friend, and friend seven dwarfs, all named by their various personality traits.  It will be pure entertainment for all and you will love life ever more if you have them around, all seven of them!

  
Conclusion

So please look at your life and realize how magical it actually is.  Sure you might not have mice running around singing you a song while making you a dress, a talking monkey, or any kind of singing furniture.  But you have something even more magical, real life sprinkled with fairy tale elements, and the possibility to make your dreams come true if you believe.  Believe in being a princess/prince, one day becoming a real person, magic is real and dreams come true, and evil exists just so you can overcome it!






Sunday, September 29, 2013

The one

I haven't wrote a straight out love poem in a long time!


The One

We all have that one person.
When you first meet and say hello you just know.
If you are lucky you don't miss that moment.
I didn't.
I found the one.
The one that completes me.
The one who makes me feel like I am flying high in the sky.
She gives me the power deep inside to save the world if need be.
But has the intelligence to tell me I actually don't have any super powers.
Yet.
That's how I know you are the one.

When we are apart it feels like time drags on, and on.
Never ending it seems.
But when we are together time stands still.
We are the only ones around.
The only ones that matter.
The birds stop flying and just float in the sky.
Water is stuck time.
Children are frozen in mid play.
When we have the moments when it's just us.
That's how I know you are the one.


The one accepts all parts of you and brings out the best.
But knows how to tolerate the worst.
The one is the person who teaches you how to deal with storms.
Because deep down life is not all about the sunshine.
Through laughter and good times.
To sadness and tears.
If they truly are the one they will stick by you.
In good.
And most importantly through the bad.
The one knows everything about you.
And even that doesn't scare them off.
That's how I know you are the one.

When I look at you I see all my dreams come true.
And even bigger dreams form.
You have brought out the best in me.
And never stop challenging me to up the ante.
You will never let me give up.
Even when you know I've bitten off way more than I can chew.
You are next to me holding my hand still pushing me to greatness.
That's how I know you are the one.

All these reasons and more.
Some are better left unsaid.
That's how I know you are the one!


Saturday, September 28, 2013

Friends

I wanted to write a poem dedicated to so many people because without my friends I would be no where near where I am today!




Friends

We all need friends.
Best friends.
Good Friends.
And yes bad friends.

We all have best friends.
The ones who know all our secrets.
The ones who we can always trust.
The ones who know why we are up.
And try so desperately to hide it when we are down.
They will always guide you to the light in the darkness.
Or hug you in the cold.
Their voice overpowers the demons.
And they will die first before they ever let you give up.
They are the ones who you love like family.
They are your unofficial brother or sister.
The ones who have a special place in your heart. 
And hold that special kind of love.

Good friends are the ones who have good times with,
But not the best times.
They are the ones who mostly have your back.
The ones who will fight for you.
Their relationships have a distance factor. 
With best friends there is no distance to great for friendship.
You will say hi to a good friend and most of the time get a response
But occasionally there will be an echo of your own voice
But most of all good friends are the training ground for best friends.

Bad friends exist to basically show us who not to become. 
They stab you in the back while smile to your front.
You tell them secrets.
And they use them, weapons against them.
They poison you internally without you knowing it.
They are the kind of people who only come to you when they need help.
But when you need it they are far away.
These are the friends who we cut ourselves away from immediately.
Because in the end they only care about one thing.
Themselves.

So be a friend.
Love a friend.
Tell your friends Thank You!
Because without friends our world would be a darker place.


Tuesday, September 17, 2013

If

Now that I have all of that out of my system, and all will be calm after Saturday, I have had a poem in the back of my head for a few weeks.  Cooking little by little, changing organically, basically having more and more of a meaning to me.  It's inspired by a poem If by Rudyard Kipling, yes the guy that wrote the Jungle Book, which is also a great book!  Reading that poem inspired all these thoughts, and I believe that is the true definition of inspiration, to breed new inspiration so inspiration never dies!  With that I give you If:

If...

If we all thought before we spoke would there be silence.
If we all know time is so valuable why do we waste so much of it.
If we know that happiness is choice then why do we choose the opposite.
If we see something wrong why are we scared to say something.
If we know what causes others pain why do we continue to do it.
If we know what hate creates then why do we still allow it to continue.
If we all know how powerful love is why is there so little of it.
If we know the world needs heroes why do we stop believing.
If we know we are winners in whatever we finish why do so many of us quit.
If we know the demons in our head are just figments why do we give in to their demands.
If we know its our job to take care of our world why do so many of us slack at it.
If we all know how bad wars are why do we let them begin.
If we know how hateful our words are why do we still say them.
If we know the truth why do we say the opposite,
If we all had a hand to hold.
A hug from a friend,
A kind hello.
A sincere smile.
The truth.
No Fear.
The world would be a better place.
Not just the world but our own personal world.
If we all know this is true.
Then why the hell haven't we done anything to change it!

end

Sunday, September 15, 2013

Underdog

I'm not sure writing a blog after working 14 hours at the Cheese and closing cash on top of that, and with having the week I just had is a good idea.  I don't I think it is a good idea, I think it is the best idea!  They say you will speak the greatest speech you will ever regret when your angry, and currently now there is a lot of anger, and if I had gamma rays in me I might turn into the Hulk, literally!  Smashing everything in sight which would be cathartic at first, but I feel bad about the damage afterwards because that's the kind of person I am.  A caring person or so I think so.  Sometimes too much!  Which leads me to the subject of this blog, the kind of person I have always rooted for, the teams that I will always root for, ultimately the kind of person I feel I am, the underdog!

First place has never been a name associated with me in anything really.  I may be the favorite of something, but when it comes down to it, I'm still not first, I'm second!  Being in second place your whole life makes you see things a lot differently, bitterly and optimistically in my eyes.  Second place is the closest I have ever gotten to victory in sports, work, and even in life.  I could retell my homecoming story here but I've told it to many times this week already, and yes after all those years have passed the pain still stings a little.  Coming in at second means you gave it 120% and still came up short, might be a little, but still you weren't good enough in the long run, which might be okay with some people, but me personally I'm tired of looking at first place and wondering what it feels like.  I'm tired of always getting the short end of the stick, just because it seems like my place in life is to always be second.

They say its not if you win or lose, it' how you play the game.  Truth of the matter is that is BS!  Who gets paid more, champions!  Yeah its fun, but it's more fun for the people who always win!  The champions who it seems to always have the red carpet thrown out for them, and all obstacles cleared for them so they can always be champions!  If they hear the word no they think it's a foreign word, because the only thing they are used to hearing is yes and always seems to boil down to their way, no matter the situation.  While the people behind them stare wondering why do the cards always line up for them.  What makes them so special that they never get the rug pulled out from under them, and whenever I get close to the prize I always trip while they skip to victory, not bothering to help a fallen man.   Thirty plus years of coming up short makes one humble, thirty plus years of helping out others than yourself, always doing what's best for others in the long run, builds humility!  Something that most champions lack, but the underdog has an over abundance of!

The world needs underdogs though, because it makes some people feel good to cheer on someone you know has no chance of winning, when you have already bet on the winner.  I know who has rooted me on my whole life and I know win or lose they will always be in my corner.  They always comfort me when I fall up short and tell me it will be okay, and always tell me next time, you'll get it next time.  Hundreds of next times later and guess what I still haven't got it!  But what I do have is loyalty from the ones always in my corner.  But when I do win, and yes I will win others will follow suit, because people like to flock to champions, and lie saying they believed in them all the time when the underdog becomes the winner!  When that day comes I will keep my friends that were always there for me by my side, and the bandwagoners can stay on the sidelines, because that's where they  have been this whole time!  The only reason I can think why I'm still an underdog is because I have a little more to learn, or put in if you must to become a champion.  Because God knows deep down they day I start winning there is no way I'm going back to just being an underdog!

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Hate

I made a promise to myself I would never post anything negative on my blog, but I have realized without any negative there is no reason and no chance of positive.  In a way they need each other to both exist.  Same as hate and love, one word I hate and the other brings so much joy to so many aspects of my life, and since I've only wrote about love I think I have to be balanced and write about hate as well.  First of all if you are offended by foul language skip this blog, because there's no other way to get the point through with out using it.  With that being said I give you: Hate


I hate the word hate, and I hate using that word because of how powerful it actually is.  Hate has caused many deaths in the past, to much, and yet it gets thrown around like it means nothing, kinda like love has.  People say they love just about anything which negates the true meaning, and same thing as hate.  The way I I define hate is having no chance of having anything positive to say about anything, and to me that is one of the scariest things ever.  Hating someone because of sexual orientation, skin color, gender, religion or any other reason is in my eyes is beyond definition.  We are all human, sure we may be different, but what gives us that right to hate someone else for petty differences.  It doesn't and we do it to many times through out our life.
   
Before you think I'm crazy and say hey what about all the bitches and assholes in our life that we all have (see the language warning), is it ok to hate them?  The answer to that is simple is ask yourself why people are like that.  The word Why can unveil a lot about people, and if we ask a simple why, we might find out why they act the way they do.  Who knows maybe their whole life they were treated horribly and see the world as a horrible place so they treat others in accordance.  So they are paying it forward to how they were treated because that's the only way they've been treated their life.  Which is completely wrong to me but to some people it just seems to come naturally.  Some of our biggest battles are silent among people, they might realize and not care what they are doing, or they know what they are doing and don't give a rats ass.  So the best way to deal with bitches and assholes is to be as nice as possible to them and see if they change, and if they don't well you tried, wash your hands of them, brush them off and go off living.  Don't let their hate poison you, because poison can spread and kill the love within  for others.

There are bullies through out our life, when we are young and when we grow older sadly.  Sometimes they have a name, sometimes they have your voice, and sometimes you may even be the bully.  My whole life I have been bullied by actual bullies in my youth so bad my sister had to come to my rescue.  Which was embarrassing then, and still it is to admit it now, but I know my sister meant well, and I love you sis for doing that.  But now my biggest bully is inside my mind.  It's a bully that says no matter how hard I will never amount to anything, because I' m not special enough.  Or it's telling me to keep looking the mirror fattie and put on that bikini top to hide those man boobs, no matter how hard I work out.  Its a voice that tells me at night give up trying to write, because you have given up every other time you have tried before.  Some of those voices are fueled by past and previous experiences, and others are simply talking shit.  People talk and talk not realizing that words hurt more than they know, or they do and they don't care.  What they say about stick and stones are lies because you can heal from being beat with sticks, but emotional scars from words being flung are a lot harder to heal from.

So in conclusion, I hate the word hate!  I only actually hate one person, and that person is dead, so I'm not going to waste anymore time on that.  I strongly dislike a lot of people, but the more I think about it I feel sorry that they are not giving me a chance to like them.  I want to believe we are all good people in this world deep down, but there are a few in this world that are put here to test how strong our hearts really are.  Maybe the good people of this world are put here on this world to devenomize the poison that the not so nice people spew with their hatred in words and actions, or maybe God put them here to show us there is a reason to be good, because if your not you end up like that.  I just know I'm done letting the poison of hatred get in my heart from now on, and walking away from the bullshit hatred breeds.

Saturday, September 7, 2013

Life Begins


Life begins when you know the truth.
When you stop believing the lies telling you it will all be ok.
Instead knowing the only way it gets better is if you do something about it.
When you realize there are two types of people in this world.
Those who help you, and those who hurt you,
And knowing the difference between the two.
When the epiphany happens when you know there is only person who is in charge of your life
You.

Life begins when you find the greatest things in life are earned and not given freely.
Love, respect, wealth are not just given out.
You have to show the world you deserve them.
Smiling doesn't change the world it just makes it a brighter place.
That moment when you find out the only way to learn anything is to
Live.

Life begins when you find out how strong you really are.
That what doesn't kill us makes us not only stronger but also wiser.
When a smile shines through all your personal storms.
That one time that you being around creates a much needed rainbow for someone else.
When you have the whole world on your shoulders
And find out who can help you lift it if it is needed
Everyone you love.

Life begins when you figure out how scary life actually is.
Fear becomes a motivator of what you couldn't overcome but now can.
Darkness and the unknown fuel the imagination.
When whatever was impossible in the past 
Is now possible in the 
Present.

Life beings when for different times for everyone.
It could be that first kiss.
The harsh reality of sink or swim finally hitting you.
Or that moment when you see everyone around you rooting for you
Showing you are not as alone as you thought you were.
But the only way life truly begins is 
When you open your eyes
Open your heart 
And go out in the world and 
Live.

Live a life full of mistakes, lessons, and failures.
But most importantly live a life full of 
Success
Respect
and
Love.

Sunday, August 25, 2013

The Edge

Needed a break from writing my book. The funny thing is I wrote a poem about how I started to write it, and why I must finish it.  

The Edge

Here I stand on the edge.
The edge of the unknown.
No one around.
No way to be thrown.
I look up and I look down.
Only darkness all around.
The moon and stars are absent in the sky unable to provide light.
No hint, no sign, no way to provide sight.
I squint in the darkness to see how far down is the ground.
I listen with my ears. Silence. No sound.
I could turn back and walk away without giving a single thought.
Then everything would be pointless, every battle I have fought.
The darkness plays tricks on me.
Making me see things I know I do not see.
Make me hear things I know I do not hear.
Demons whispering only fear and doubts in my ear.
Every voice that has told me not to jump is in my head.
Filling it with failure, food for the demons, nothing but pure dread.
The ones who love you telling to never stop jumping high,
Encouraging you to aim higher than the sky,
This is it.  Possibly the only moment I will get.
It's either work hard, or forget about it and jet.
I take a step closer and I feel the wind starting to blow.
The wind in the air is telling me it is now time to go.
Blood pumping,
Heart thumping.
All because of the thought of jumping.
I take a few steps back and turn and look to the black.
Knowing deep down if I leave now there is now way I am ever coming back.
A take a deep breath. And think about all the ones I love.
The ones on the ground and the many up above.
Knowing that they are all proud of me.
Rooting with every inch of their soul thus setting me free.
I run as fast as I can, and jump in the sky.
This is the moment where I live or die.

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Heroes we need!

It's been a while since a good old fashioned blog.  Not a quick poem. or a posting of what I spend my spare time doing, my book.  But a good old fashioned blog where I pour my heart and let off what has been on my chest for way to long.  Some might need it. and others will hopefully store this when they will, because I know for a fact there comes a time when we all need heroes.



The heroes we need!

I talk a lot about super heroes, and this blog will be no exception.  There comes days where lack of a better term it all goes to Hell.  Day's where nothing goes right.  You wake up on the wrong side of the bed, and smack your head on the nightstand.  You get in your car and realize theres a flat.  You check your bank account and it is so close to negative the bank has you on speed dial to tell you about the upcoming overdraft charge.   The days where it rains all day and you see sunshine in everybody elses, and feel like the big man upstairs is conspiring against you to see how much you can take, and you just want to scream up to the heavens, I QUIT!  I've had enough!  You win I'm not as strong as you thought I was going to be.  These are the days where we need heroes to save us, a friend to talk to, a shoulder to cry on, or just someone to be there for you.  You need your own superhero to help come save the day of shit you just had, and sometimes the hero that you have been seeking has been in you the whole time.

Heroes come in many forms it could be a conversation when ones needed. a person to vent to, a friend to drive you home, or a person who never gives up on you, even if you have given up on yourself many times in the past.  These are the realest heroes that we will ever meet.  Everyday we are battling life, some days we are winning, and others we are losing an uphill battle.  The important thing is to never lay down and give up fighting.  The reason why is because someone might look to you as a hero, and if they see their hero lie down and take it, it shows them there is no hope, so why try.  The truest definition of defeat is quitting without even trying.  Sooner or later the battle you have been waging will turn in your favor, and its up to you see that turning point and strike when you can.  Whether it be a door that is sudden open, a truth that sheds some light on the dark days, or some other sign from God.  When these happen you must take them, because they come once in a lifetime, and chances are if you don't take them when you can, they are not coming back, and you will lose the battle in the end.

This day of age we need heroes more now than ever.  Don't believe our society is surrounded by super heros.  Wal-mart is selling super hero t shirts. and it is now more than ever acceptable to be who you are.  You might be a nerd, hipster, slacker, gay, straight, religious, it doesn't matter because the world is finally realizing to a point that we are all human, and we all need each others help to survive.  We all need heroes and we all need to be heroes for others.  If you are not a hero, then why should someone else be.  If you are not willing to give up your time for others, to help someone else out that isn't yourself, you have no right to ask for help in return..  No right at all!  We all need someone to talk to, someone to love, someone to console with, someone to hug, hell someone just to sit with us and stare at the wall as we contemplate life.  If  you are not willing to be that person for someone else, then you will have a sad life.

Each morning my kids ask me if super heroes are real.  And I tell them yes, because it is my goal in life to prove to them that heroes are real.  And they are locked inside all of us, we just have to let them out.  I surprised my kids today by taking to go see Iron Man in the theater, and the face that was on Brod's face was priceless.  He had a solemn look on his face when he had a surprise, more of bored wonderment, and then I dropped the surprise on him.  That we were going to go see Iron Man at the movies, and his face lighted up brighter than it does on Christmas, all because he got to see a real super hero in action, granted it was fake, but it was one step closer than just playing super heros in the living room with his brother and sister.  As kids we want to believe in heroes, but as adults we have been tricked into believing them to be fantasy. and in a way that means the villains have won.  The second we stop believing in heroes, santa, easter bunny, and ourselves is the day a part of us dies.  The part of us that knows that everything will be right in the end.  The part we need to survive this crazy world.

So in closing, thank you for being a hero to me in the past and I know for a fact in the future.  We all need heroes, and some of us are to blind to realize it.  When that happens is when we are given a reality check to see if our heroes are still there. and if that happens to you or someone you love please step up and be a hero.
Because we all need heroes!

Sunday, July 21, 2013

The real chapter 1!

After writing some of chapter 6 I realized that it should be part of chapter 1.  So I moved the plan around a little bit and this is the result.  I hope you like it this way.  Also if there is enough people that want me to post chapter 6 when it is done I will.  But heres the deal who ever comments on this blog or Facebook they want to read it I will send it to them. So I know the ones who really want to read it, get to read it.  So enjoy the revised chapter 1!

Chapter 1

It was a typical Saturday  night in the Thompson residence.  Teresa Thompson, Topher's mother was downstairs cooking dinner, and Franklin Thompson, Topher's father was stuck at work yet again.  Then there was the usual commotion of screaming, bomb sounds, rat-a-tats, and world domination plans being bellowed from behind closed doors.  Behind that door is where Topher, a seven year old boy is playing with his superhero toys like any normal seven year old boy does.  He's wearing one of his many superhero themed pajamas, in fact those are the only kind of pajamas he owns.  His short blonde spikey hair resembles the hero he drew of himself when he gets older, Captain Awesome.  Topher has just made Arachnid-Guy get the ambush on Professor Pain, Topher boasts in his super-hero voice, "Arachnid-Guy will get you Professor Pain!"  Topher turns around Professor Pain as if he really heard the hero speak to him and answers back in a sinister villian voice, "You can try Arachnid-Girl, but Professor Pain will destroy you!"
Topher is too busy playing with his figures he doesn't hear his mom yelling down from the stairs dinner is ready.  In all actuality he did what every kid does, hears her yelling, but chooses to ignore it, and continues playing.  Arachnid-Guy dives towards Professor Pain off of a four block built tower that Topher built to resemble Professor Pain's castle wall.  Topher thinks he hears a faint knocking at his door, but once again chooses to ignore it.  Topher makes Arachnid-Guy continually punch Professor Pain in the face boasting while hitting him, "That's for calling me Arachnid Girl!!!"  Teresa Thompson, Topher's mother bursts into the room and startles Topher.
"Topher, I have been calling you for dinner for the last five minutes!! I know you heard me, because I'm pretty sure half of the neighborhood knows it's time for dinner, and they are sitting at our table waiting for me to serve them!  So put down those dolls, and get ready for dinner.  I swear those awful comic books are rotting your brain, and making you immune to the outside world.  Your father and I bought you that whole Encyclopedia set and all they do is sit on the shelf and gather dust, or you use them to build silly little bases for your dolls to battle over.   Now go wash your hands and face and come down for dinner." Topher's mother says and then heads back down stairs.
Topher cleans up and heads downstairs and sits at the table.  Clearly looking defeated by his mother's words about his toys and what he does in his spare time.  The whole time he was cleaning himself up and his toys he was trying to think of a kind retaliation towards his mom, one that wouldn't get him in trouble.  He couldn't think of one at the moment so he just blurted out the first thing that came to him, "Mom, the reason I don't read the Encyclopedia's is because I don't want to be a super-smart adult, I want to be a super-hero when I grow up.  I wanna fly, lift cars, run really fast, and save the world.  That's what I wanna do.  Not be stuck at a desk all day, or work in a lab like Dad does.  Sure that's ok for ones secret identity, but I would be bored if that was my life."  Topher sat back and prepared for his mother's response.
Teresa responded, "Topher, dear, very simply put super-heroes don't exist.  I'm sorry they are just fantasy.  Some people get paid money to sit at desk, like you don't wanna do, and write about their adventures.  They all come from someone's imagination and it takes a team of people to bring them to life.  Since you like to draw so much, maybe one day you will be on a team that helps create superheroes for kids to read when you are older.  Simply put honey, I'm sorry, but this is the truth, superheroes are fake."  Teresa felt a little bad for the bluntness of how she explained the situation to her son, but she wanted to make sure to nip the crazy notion in the butt, that her boy will grow up to become a superhero just because he wants to be one when he gets older.  The crazier thing is this just fueled Topher's desires even more.
Topher came back at his mom with what he thought would of been the best way to prove his point that superheroes do exist.  "Mom, if superheroes aren't real then how come they have numerous autobiographical movies written about them.  Song's written about them, and not to mention a plethora of books written about them also.  Mom super-heroes are real, and one day I will prove that to you! I promise!"  Topher was so proud of what he said he just smiled thinking he finally got through to his mom.
Teresa wanted this conversation done but didn't want to destroy her son's feelings in the process.  She sat for a second and pondered over each word she was about to say, and finally responded.  "Well, until that day Sweetie we live in the real world where intelligence and money reign supreme.  Not silly super-villains or aliens from another planets wearing capes and a "S" on their chest. Now eat your dinner, this conversation is over."   Topher and his mother sat and ate dinner in silence, because they both said their piece, and neither won.  Topher finished quickly, hugged his mom, told her he loved her, and headed upstairs.  
Topher sat up in his room almost near tears letting his mom's words soak in, but then he thought to himself she's wrong, and he just has to prove it.  He goes over in his head the many superhero origins, and tries to think of the easiest ones to recreate, and looks down and sees his Arachnid-Guy figure staring back at him.  He then remembers that Arachnid-Guy was bit by a radioactive spider, a spider would be easy to come by, but he had no idea what was radioactive.  He then started looking around and spotted his encyclopedias and grabbed the "R" volume as fast as he could.  He looked up radioactive up and saw it says sometimes glows in the dark.  Then Topher remembered he had glow in the dark crayons and an idea popped into his head.  Then at that very moment he spotted a spider climbing on his wall, and he thought to himself this must be a sign, and captured the spider and put the spider in a jar with holes poked in it so it could breathe.  He then found his crayon sharpener, and took his crayon shavings and placed them in the jar with the spider.  Smiling from ear to ear, so proud of himself, he placed his soon to be superpowered spider next to him on his nightstand, and went to bed.

Topher woke up the next day staring at the spider with anticipation.  He was about to stick his hand in the jar when his mother told him to come down for breakfast since she was making pancakes.  Pancakes was Topher's favorite, and she felt a little bad after their discussion last night, so she was trying to make up for it. Teresa unsure of how to break the uncomfortable silence that was remained in the dining room since last night decided to spurt out the first thing that came to mind, "How'd you sleep honey?"  Inside her head shes mentally facepalming herself realizing how dumb and random that sounded.
Topher with a giant smile on his face retorted back, "Like a log mom! Like a log!"  Topher unsure of how to broach the next subject to his mom so he decided to shoot first then hopefully no questions would be  asked later.  "Umm...Mom...how do you get a spider to bite you?"  Topher's mother who was in the middle of flipping pancakes in the air, misses the pancake completely in the pan and it falls on the ground.  Topher fully aware of the reaction his mother was having to the random question decided to back it up with a little white lie.  "Mom, I'm trying to become super-smart about our arachnid friends, and the encyclopedias only say much, but it doesn't say why spiders bite people, and I wanna know as much information as possible."  Topher sat and prayed to himself his mother would fall for that.
His mother thought for a second and smiled, thinking maybe their talk last night did have an effect on him.  She answered, "Well, honey, my best guess is a spider might bite you if you tried to handle it, tease it, or agitate in anyway."  Teresa was still a little disturbed by her son's question, but was happy he was researching something that didn't involve capes and lazer beams being shot out of someone's eyes.  Topher then grabs a fork and stabs three pancakes through each other, and shoves them all in his mouth, not bothering chewing.  Mumbles thanks, and runs upstairs back up to his room.  Teresa was so moved from his desire to go learn more she didn't bother saying anything and let him go upstairs.
Topher jumps on his bed and grabs the jar with the spider and the crayon shavings in it.  Topher says out loud to himself, "I wonder if this is going to hurt, but you know what they say no pain no gain."  Topher then takes the spider out of the jar and holds the spider in his hand.  Topher than proceeds to chat with the spider. "Come on spider, bite me. But please not to hard." Topher waits for a second and prepares for the pinch, but nothing happens.  Topher getting a little upset starts to quietly yell at the spider because he can't let his mom know what he is trying to do, because if she knew she would burst through the door, and squish that spider and the same time destroy any hope of him getting spider powers.  "Come on you dumb spider! Bite me!" Topher says while shaking the spider in his hand.  Topher feels a little pinch and looks down and sees the spiders fangs in his hand, and thinks to himself yes VICTORY!  Topher than puts the spider back in the jar, just incase it takes more than one bite he'll be prepared the second time.  Topher than feels a little woozy and dizzy and passes out.
Teresa comes up to watch her son study about spiders when she notices he is passed out on the floor.  Teresa starts screaming, "TOPHER, TOPHER! Wake up!"  Spying the room for any clues of what may have happened, such as maybe found something he shouldn't of drank, a book fell on his head, anything that would explain why her son was passed out on his floor.  She then saw the spider in the jar on the nightstand.  Topher wakes up to his startled mother lying over him.  "What happened!  Did that spider bite you!", Teresa asks Topher.
"Mom, I was just studying him up close to see what he felt like, and the spider just bit me", Topher lied to his mom.
"Well, I'm getting rid of your new friend here since he nearly caused me a heartattack!  He's going outside where he belongs, and don't you dare try to go find him again and bring him back in this household, or I will throw all your dolls and comics away! Is that clear mister?!", Teresa demanded of her son.  Topher shook his head and smiled very quickly so his mom wouldn't see.  If his plan worked like he thought it would, he would only need the one spider bite, and he would become Arachnid-Boy.  His mother left with the spider and Topher then shut the door.  Topher gets a huge smile on his face and thinks to himself now that shes outside its time to test out my powers.  Lets see Arachnid-Guy has a super-strength and can also stick to walls.  Topher gets down ready to lift his bed over his head, but much to his dismay he doesn't lift it.  He thinks to himself maybe my strength hasn't developed yet, then walks over to the wall.  He puts one hand on the wall, followed by the other, then he places his left foot on the wall and jumps to get the right foot on the wall.  He doesn't stick.  Instead gravity takes over and hurtles back to the floor and hits his head against the wall on the way down.  Stupid not radioactive spider Topher thinks to himself, and ponders why the glow in the dark crayon shavings didn't work.  Topher than heads over to his comics to look up other origins of superheroes.
Topher sits in his room with all his comics sprawled out on the floor and he's in the middle of the chaos, which is his floor.  Topher picks up an issue of Stunt-Man and remembers how Stunt-Man got his powers, which is that he was splashed in the eye with toxic waste, and since Topher is pretty sure that would hurt way more than a spider bite, and also the fact how would he get toxic waste at the age of seven, he decided to nix that idea.  He then grabbed an issue of Major US and thinks to himself that Roger was injected with a superhero serum during World War II, but Topher is deathly afraid of needles so once again threw another idea in the proverbial trash can.  Topher than grabs an issue of Green Giant, he always liked how huge Green Giant was, and how he changed when he lost his temper.  Topher thought that would be a sweet way to activate my powers, but then he found out how the Green Giant got his powers and that was from an atomic bomb fallout at a testing facility, and Topher knew there would be no chance he could even attempt that.  Topher about to give up then picks up a copy of Super-Dude.
Topher flips through the pages and sees a ship crash landing on Earth, and then remembers that his parents have no pictures of his mother when she is pregnant.  Or have any ultrasound pictures in his baby book, there's only pictures of him after he is born.  Topher than puts two and two together and comes to the conclusion he must be an alien!  He has figured it all out, and runs out his door.  He runs down the stairs and jumps the last three steps.  After Topher lands with a giant thud on the floor he then bolts to the kitchen to where his mom is washing the dishes.  He bursts into the kitchen asking his mom a question, "Mom, can I ask you a question?"
Teresa looks at her son and notices the excitement on his face, then sees  the bump on his head and answers back, "Sure but first you tell me how you got that bump on your head that wasn't there earlier."
Topher quickly responds, "I fell! Mom, am I an alien from another planet.  It would explain so much.  You have no pictures of you when I was in your tummy, and theres no pictures of me in the hospital, and also there are no ultrasound pictures of me in my baby book.  So I must be an alien.  I'm right aren't I mom?"  Topher than but on a big grin awaiting the truth to finally show its face.
Teresa drops the plate she was washing and it shatters on the floor and her face drops to a frown because she has to break Topher's happy dreams once again in the same weekend.  She thinks for a second and slowly starts talking to Topher, "Son your father and I knew this day would come, but had no idea it would come this soon.  Yes you are right there are no pictures of me when I was pregnant with you, because I never was pregnant with you.  And I hate to break your bubble honey, but your not an alien, in fact you are adopted."
Topher looks puzzled at his mom and asks, "What does adopted mean mom?"
Teresa tells Topher, "Well hon, adopted means that sometimes a mommy can't provide for their child for whatever reason.  So they put their child up for adoption so a family like your dad and I could take care of them instead. "
Topher looks on with tears forming in his eyes and asks his mom a question that all adopted parents dread, and have no answer for. "Why would someone not want me?  Are you sure you're not making up this adoption story to cover up my alien origin."
Teresa looks her son in the eyes and tells him very sweetly, "Well sometimes circumstances happen sweetie.  It just means that your dad and I love you even more because you are very special to us, and are blessed to have you in our life.  Not a day goes by that I thank not only God, but also your birth mother for giving us the opportunity to being parents."
Topher hugged his mom and told her he loved her.  And told her he's going to go play outside.  Teresa watched as her son went out to play with his head down lower than she had ever seen it, and felt a little of her heart break inside.
Topher stepped outside and wiped the tears from his eyes, because Topher knew heroes don't cry and was determined to prove that he was an alien, and not adopted.  He went out looking for rocks that resembled meter rock from his home planet, because when Super-Dude got near them they made him weak, and Topher knew deep down the same thing would happen to him if he found any.  He was about to give up his search when he found a jagged looking rock, but it wasn't glowing green, Topher thought oh well glow in the dark paint can fix that.  He was so infatuated with the rock he didn't hear the three boys walk up behind him, preparing to taunt and torture him, the normal Saturday ritual sadly."What are you doing Super-NERD!", Tommy the head bully bellowed to Topher.  Tommy was your typical slightly overweight bully with not very well kept hair, and just a black shirt.  His lackeys Gunther and Mitch dressed exactly the same, because they desperately wanted to be like Tommy.
 "Ha, Super-Nerd, Good one Tommy!", Mitch and Gunther said at the same time, trying to prove which one was more a better lackey to Tommy.  In Tommy's eyes he knew that both Mitch and Gunther were both horrible lackeys, but they kept trying to prove themselves to him so he liked it.  Plus they always gave Tommy their snacks they got in their lunch, hence the slightly overweight issue Tommy was facing.  Tommy kept trying to find better lackeys, but it's hard finding new goons to follow you when you are a jerk to everyone.
 Topher turns around determined to stand up to his everyday beraters, "Well, I see brawn, brawn, and brawn, but where are the brains of the operation?  That's right there are none."  Topher than smiles triumphantly silently congratulating himself on his intelligence.  The three goons just stare at Topher with bewilderment trying to replay what Topher just said to them, and actually figure out what it meant.  Topher saw another moment for a decisive victory and opened up his mouth one more time, "What you don't get it? That's right you guys are dumb, stupid, have no clue, now do you get it! Now that's a good one."
 Tommy has had enough and just let loose on Topher punching him straight in the face.  Topher goes down with one punch.  Tommy gloats, "Now that is funny you little dweeb!".  The three bullies just stand over Topher laughing triumphantly, even though Tommy is the only one who did anything.  He usually is the only one.  The other two are just his little parrots that follow him around and just repeats what he has to say, and agree with him when need be.  That was one of the few attributes that Tommy really liked about Gunther and Mitch.  Maybe they weren't so bad Tommy thought to himself.  Tommy high fived Gunther and Mitch and said, "Let's leave this Super girl to cry by herself." While Tommy and his goons were walking away Topher noticed something in between the tears in his eyes, a jaggedly looking rock.  That resembled Dryptonite to a T.  Topher than knew why he went down so quickly for he was around his one weakness, a rock from his own planet Drypton.
 Topher picked up the rock and started running home, getting weaker after each step he said to himself, "Wow, this is really working, because it keeps getting harder and harder to get home.  Boy am I weak from this rock. I knew that whole adoption story was a cover up."  Topher than limped up to his room, and made a mental note to ask him mom to put in an escalator. because if he was going to be fighting super-villians every day he can't be expected to walk up the stairs as well.  As soon as Topher made it into his room he grabbed his neon green paint and started to paint the rock so it more looked like Dryptonite to further more prove he was an alien from another planet.  As soon as the paint dried on the Dryptonite Topher than immediately hid the rock, because he thought if Tommy and his goons found out about his weakness, and where it was they would use it against him, or worse sell it to other super-villians so it would be easy to take him down.
 Since Topher was convinced that he was a hero he knew he needed a costume to go exact justice on the thugs that just humiliated him.  Topher was determined to show those bullies that you can't pick on the little guys forever, eventually they will fight back, and win.  Topher knew that he would be the ones to show them that.  Topher than grabs an orange cape he had from a Halloween costume, some black boots because all super-heroes wear boots, a belt, gloves, and a mask to hide his true identity.  Topher stands in the mirror admiring his handiwork, then boasts outloud for no one to hear, "Beware evil doers...um rats I don't have a super-hero name yet.  Let's see I bet one of my super-powers is super strength.  There was a word that meant a thing of immense size and power, what was it...leviphan...no levthan...no close....Leviathan!  That's it! Beware evil doers Leviathan will always destroy your evil plans."  Topher was actually glad no one was around at the moment, because he thought it was weird he was talking to himself, and also he didn't have a name picked out.  But now he did and he was ready to go find Terrible Tommy and his two goons.  Before he went off to find his enemies he decided he should test his strength first just to see how strong he actually was.  He walked up to his bed and tried to lift it but failed.  Topher knew the reason must be because the Dryptonite was so close to him in his room and soon as he left his strength would replenish himself.  Topher went out to go seek justice.
 Topher didn't have to look to hard to find Tommy and his goons because they set their sights on another kid down the street trying to take his bike from him.  Topher walked up right behind Tommy with no fear in his heart for he knew this was his battle to win.  Topher says in a deep voice, "Terrible Tommy stop your evil doing now!  For Leviathan is here to defend the little guy! Now run along and take your two numb skulled miscreants with you, and I'll let you off with a warning!"  Topher than put his hands on his hips in a triumphant stance knowing he just won his first of many battles against a list of super-villians.
 All three bullies jaw's drop, and then start bursting out in laughter. "You gotta be kidding me!" Tommy said in between his laughter.  Tommy composed himself a little and continued on, "Leviphan or whatever your name is, or is it Super-Dweeb Topher we creamed earlier. Did you not get enough the first time around.  You want another beating?"
 Topher held his composure and just answered in his deep voice once again, "No, I am Leviathan, but Topher told me how you beat him up earlier today! So here I am to defend the little guy, and bring justice to the miscreants who dealt out the trouble."
 Tommy was trying to hold back tears from laughing so hard. And finally squeaked out, "Uhh sure...since I'm such a terrible miscreant I'll give you first shot Levifem...or what ever your name is.
 Topher knew this was his chance to finally return all the pain Tommy has dealt him over the years.  He reached back as far as he could with his fist and yelled, "Prepare to be leviathaned!"  Topher swung with all his might and landed with a light thud on Tommy's portly stomach.  This was not the blow Topher was hoping to land.  Tommy without warning retaliated and knocked Topher straight in the stomach and knocked the wind out of Topher.
 Victorious once again Tommy and his goons left Topher in utter defeat and walked away saying, "Thank's for the lesson Levialoser!" And laughed all the way home.  The other boy not wanting to face the wraith of the bullies if he helped Topher, ran straight to his house leaving Topher in the middle of his yard gasping for air.  Topher lied there for a good five minutes until he finally caught enough air to walk home and limped all the way home.  Still weary from two battles his faced in one day.

Topher walked into the kitchen and Teresa noticed instantly what he was wearing and how out of breath he was.  "What happened to you!!", Teresa asked in a loving mother voice.  Then hugged her beat up son.  "Was it that Tommy and his friends again!  Do I need to call his mother again!", Teresa said.
 All that Topher could say was, "I'm not an alien Mom!" Topher than cried for a minute.  Then told his mom what happened.  How he was beat up earlier by Tommy and his friends and thought he was beat because of the rock he found.  So then he got a costume and left the rock at home thinking his super powers would kick in, and he would finally be able to get the better of Tommy.  So he saw him picking on the other kid and went to go save him, but just got beat up again, while the other kid ran off and didn't get hurt.
 Teresa was sitting there soaking in her son's traumatic day and finally responded, "You at least were a hero to someone, standing up for the little guy.  But let this be a lesson sweetie, you don't need powers to be a hero."
 Topher kissed him on the cheek and just said, "Thank's Mom, I really needed to hear that.  How do mom's always know what to say?"
 Teresa just simply answered, "It's a Mom's super-power."

Before Topher went to bed he was reminded of a bunch of super-heroes who have no powers and still are heroes.  Topher picks up a copy of the Revenger but then puts it down remembering how violent the Revenger is, and is always bordering on the line between hero and villian.  Topher than picks up a copy of Bat-Guy and thinks to himself Bat-Guy is way strong, knows karate, fights crime, and is way cool.  I could become the new Bat-Guy, but then Topher remembered how Bat-Guy got into fighting crime, and that was his parents were killed, and Topher knew he would miss his parents if they were killed.     Topher puts down the comics and just stares out the window looking at the stars.  Once again talking to himself, "Maybe I'm still an alien and my powers haven't come to me yet.  Who am I kidding I'm just a boring regular nerdy seven year old.  Not even my Mom who had me in her tummy didn't want me!"  Topher starts to cry and notices a shooting star.  He knew if he made a wish on a shooting star it was bound to come true.  So he closed his eyes tight and made the wish to become a super hero.   So he could defend the little guy, stand up for the ones who are afraid to, and assist in the removal of all evil in the world.  Topher than crawled into his bed, and fell asleep dreaming of super-heros.


Topher woke up excited, because it was his eight birthday, and he believed the universe wouldn't allow you to have a bad day on your birthday.  Topher was sure the universe's birthday present to him would be a day without bullying, teasing, or being picked on.  He jumped out of bed wearing his Spider-Dude pajamas, his favorite pair he has outgrown, but refuses to throw away.  No matter how much his mother protests and begs him to, he never will throw them away.  One time Teresa succeeded in throwing them away, but Topher just dug through the trash to retrieve them.  They were his favorite pajamas, and he just wasn't ready to give them up yet, and he wasn't sure if he ever would be.
Topher threw on his brand new Bat-Dude shirt he got, brushed his teeth, and ran down the stairs to have breakfast and head off to school.  Teresa was in the kitchen making Topher's birthday breakfast, pancakes but banana pancakes, his all time favorite.  Franklin Topher's father was sitting at the table drinking coffee and reading the paper.  Franklin decided to go in a little late today so he could see Topher off to school on his birthday morning, and also get a little extra father son bonding time with him, due to the fact he works so much they miss out on.  Franklin hands his cup of coffee to Topher after his son sits down at the table and told his son, "Here you go buddy!  You're one year closer to being a man.  So have some coffee. "
Topher takes the cup and makes the same disgusted look most eight year old's make when they smell their parents coffee.  A look that simply says YUCK with only a facial expression.  Topher tells Jeffrey, "This smells gross Dad!  I will never drink coffee!  Ever!  Now and forever I'm sticking to my two favorites, orange juice and chocolate milk."  Topher pushes the coffee back to Jeffrey and heads to the refrigerator.  Topher grabs out the chocolate milk and sees the can of whipped cream sitting next to it.  He picks up the can of whipped cream and looks around, plotting to do what everyone does when they think no one is looking when there is a whipped cream can around.  He takes the tap off quietly as to not tip off his mom to his plan, tips the can over his head, and hovers the nozzle directly over his head.  Makes a quick last minute check, and squirts a good amount in his mouth before his mom could yell at him.
"TOPHER THADEUS THOMPSON!  That is gross!  Other people use that you know!", Teresa screamed at Topher when she heard the sudden SQUIRT of whipped cream, and realized what her son had been planning for the last few moments.  Teresa used her son's full name because she knew how much Topher hated it, and if she used his full name in one long breath he knew he was in trouble.  Teresa snatched the whipped cream can out of Topher's hand and slammed it back in the refrigerator, and shut the door.  "Just because it's your birthday doesn't mean you can get away with that!"
"Sorry mom", Topher says.  Smiling slyly because he got the whipped cream before his mom caught him, which rarely happens due to mother's eyes that they have in the back of their heads.  Topher grabbed some banana pancakes and drowned them in syrup just the way he liked him.  "Thanks for the birthday breakfast Mom!  You're the best mom I've ever had!"  Topher runs over and gives his mom a big hug.
"Topher, dear I'm the only mother you have ever had.  And you are welcome my sweet.  Now go grab your bookbag you don't wanna be late, and I also packed some soup for you for lunch.  Chicken Noodle your favorite.  And one more thing, I'll bring down your school treats a little later."  Teresa told Topher.  After hearing that Topher was out the door on his way to school.  He made it half way down the street to school when he heard Tommy, Mitch, and Gunther coming up behind him.
"Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to the Superdork! Happy Birthday to you!!", the three bullies sang to Topher.  Topher hated his enemies knowing when his birthday was, because that meant they would extra hard to make sure your birthday would be anything but happy.  "So is your mom bringing pretty, glittery pink cupcakes for us today because you're such a girl little Topher.  I even bet they have princesses on them!", Tommy tells Topher.  Topher was trying to fight back tears because heroes don't cry, even if they lack super powers.  Topher hated that all the other boys for some reason hit a growth spurt this year, and he was still stuck at just under four feet and a little on the pudgy side.  Topher knew he was pudgy because his mom would buy him the husky jeans, which was a nice way of saying too big for normal pants when you are a kid.  It didn't bother Topher until the day he went to school wearing new jeans without taking all the stickers off, and everyone commenting on his new pants.  It wasn't until the end of the day he noticed the stickers, and one said husky.  And all the kids knew what husky meant.  He faked sick and stayed home from school the next day.
Topher just finished walking to school with his three arch nemeses taunting the whole way to school.  Just keeping his eyes forward not giving them the benefit of knowing how bad what they were saying were successful attacks on him.  Topher finally made it to the school yard and since Topher wasn't acknowledging any of the terrible three's verbal attacks they went elsewhere to torture some other unfortunate soul.  Topher looked around the playground and saw every other kid playing with other kids, and saw a lone swing not being swung on.  Topher hated being the constant target of the bullies, because that meant that no one would want to be seen playing with Topher, in fear of getting attacked in the crossfire.  So Topher was used to swinging by himself, playing by himself, shooting baskets by himself, and attempting the monkey bars by himself.  On the outside Topher was smiling enjoying life, but on the inside he felt so alone and sad.  He didn't like being sad. He got a few pumps in on the swing, and said whee to himself because he felt like he was flying.  
Topher got as high as the swingset would let him, and scanned the playground again, because he was high up and could see the whole playground from the sky.  He saw the three goons cowering a poor little girl in the corner, the sports kids playing soccer, the girls jump roping, and the line of kids waiting for the slide.  The whole world felt so far away from Topher even though he was only a few feet in the sky, and a only a few more away from everyone else.  The bell rung for school to start, but Topher was still on the swings high in the sky.  He was afraid to put his legs down, in fear of breaking them, because Topher felt like he was really flying at high speeds and a sudden stop like that would snap Topher's legs in half he thought.  So he did the next obvious thing, he released his hands, and leaped out of the seat at the top of the swing.  Topher felt bliss during the free fall of the swing, and felt like his wish finally came true, he was flying.  Till the sudden thump on the ground followed the pain in his legs.  Topher was once grounded again in reality.  Topher hated reality.  Topher then grabbed his bookbag and headed into class.
Mrs. Simpson was Topher's 3rd grade teacher and her favorite subject to teach was creative writing.  She was in her mid 30's and had short brown hair, and loved teaching.  She had been teaching for five years, and after every year she teaches she tries even harder to challenge the next group of incoming teachers.  That is the reason why she's on some kids favorite teacher list, and also the list of can't wait to get out of her class.   To Topher she was on the first list.  After the tardy bell rang Mr. Jerome the school principal walked in and introduced the class to a new student.  His name was Brad.  Brad was wearing the same Super-Dude shirt Topher was wearing yesterday, had brown spikey hair, glasses, was only a fraction taller than Topher, but super skinny.  All bones.  Topher got all excited because he might make a friend today with the new kid all because Brad wouldn't be aware of his zero friends in the past.  "Welcome to our class Brad", Mrs. Simpson says to Brad.  "Why don't you take the open desk by Topher.  Topher please raise your hand so Brad knows where he is going."  Topher raises his hand, and Brad heads to the desk next to Topher just like he was told.
Brad sits down in the desk and immediately Topher swoops in to be the first person to say hi to Brad. "Hi Brad, I'm Topher", Topher says while putting out his hand for a high five.  Topher thought shaking hands might come off as to formal so he opted for the high five.
Brad slapped Topher's hand with a mutual high five and says, "Hey Topher nice to meet you."  Topher knew he made a friend.
 Mrs. Simpson says to the class, "Now did we all finish our homework last night?" The class answers with the usual groans and yeses that come from all classes when that question is asked. "Don't worry Brad I won't hold this one against you, but last night the kids had to write about what they want to be when they grow up.  I'll have you go last so you can introduce yourself to the class and tell us a few things about yourself so we can get to know you better.  Good, now for the suprise!"  Mrs. Simpson loved surprising her students, and keeping them on their toes.  She felt it prepared them for real life.  "You will all read your paper out loud so the whole class can hear.  Who wants to go first?".
Suzy, the class pet, complete with little blonde curls in her hair, shot her hand up first, she was always the first one with her hand up.  Topher couldn't stand that about her.  "I wanna go first!", Suzy practially screams while jumping out of her seat.  Mrs. Simpson made her annual nod, which signified go on a head.  "When I grow up." Suzy began.  "I want to be a teacher just like you Mrs. Simpson, and how my mom wanted to be."  Topher could already see the butt kissing going on for a few more minutes, but if he paid attention it would last for hours, so he pulled out a piece of paper and just doodled superheros.  It was his coping mechanism when something is boring.  He has a lot of superhero drawings for an eight year old boy, because he is bored more than he is entertained.  But for the first time he didn't just draw a hero by himself, he also drew a friend with him with spikey hair, and a "B" on the chest.  They were battling three troll looking orgres with swords and little hammers, and of course since Topher was the one drawing it the heroes were winning.  Suzy's paper gets through in pieces through Topher's ears, "I want to help kids learn because I know I can make learning fun.  I love kids.  Wanna make a difference in kids lifes...."  Pretty soon all that Suzy was saying was turning into blah, blah. blah in Topher's mind, and finally the five minute butt kissing fest was done. and the whole class clapped their hands in appreciation that is was finally over.
Mrs Simpson tells Suzy, "Thank you Suzy, that was very...thought out.  How about...Tommy goes next!"
Tommy groans and says, "Fine", and heads up to the front of the class.  Tommy stumbles through his paper, "I want to be a professional wrestler when I grow up. because it would be fun to beat up little guys, and get paid for it.  Plus look really buff!  You know what they say, you should get paid for doing what you love!  And I agree!"  Topher sunk down in his chair out of instinct because he felt bad for whoever was going to get beat up by Tommy, especially if he was going to get paid to do it.
"Thank you Tommy that was very short and to the point.  Let's hear from your two best friends shall we, Mitch and Gunther which should it be...", Mrs. Simpson says to Tommy.
Gunther speaks up to Mrs. Simpson, "Mrs. Simpson I prefer Gunner over Gunther.  It sounds way cooler."
Mrs. Simpson smiles because Gunther just made her job easier and calls to Gunther, "But that's not your name Gunther.  Gunther is your name.  In fact since you've got so much to say obviously how about you go first, Gunther!"  Mrs. Simpson says while putting emphasis on Gunther.  Mrs. Simpson loved teaching kids about respect, especially when they possessed none for their common man.
Gunther walked up in defeat after being handed a plate of humility by his teacher and started talking to the class. "I want to be Tommy's tag team partner in the wrestling world, and also get paid to beat up people.  Plus it looks like fun!"
Mitch stands up in outrage and yells at Gunther, "GUNTHER, you stole mine!"
Mrs. Simpson not tolerating any outrages like that in her class even though she was expecting it simply said, "Well apparently we heard of both Mitch and Gunther's career goals of being sidekicks to Tommy for the rest of their lives, how about we switch gears and hear from....Topher."
Topher headed up with a big smile on his face, because he knew he had the best paper out of the whole class.  Complete originality and no butt kissing at all, and plus it wouldn't take twenty minutes to present.  Topher starts reading his paper, "I want to be a super-hero when I grow up.  I think it would be cool to save the day and help fight the good fight.  My powers would be super strength so I could beat up the bad guys and defend the little guy.  Plus super speed so I could travel fast and break all kinds of speed records.  Also it's a good career choice because there will always be evil to be conquered, and world domination plans to be foiled."
Tommy interrupts Topher's presentation, "You'd be more of a super LOSER!"
Mrs. Simpson has had enough of Tommy's rudeness and stands up at her desk and sternly says, "Tommy another outburst, and it will be detention for not only you, but also Mitch and Gunther because they love following in your footsteps." Mrs. Simpson then turns to Topher, "Topher, very um...interesting paper, but the goal was to use an actual profession such as doctor, police officer, cook, even teacher, not a fantasy.  Super-heros don't exist."
Topher was tired of being told that super-heros don't exist and fights back, "How do you know?  They might exist, but are hiding so they don't frighten us.  I mean how freaked would you be if you saw a flying woman, or a man with gigantic lazers for arms!  They're hiding so we don't ridicule them, or classify them as dangerous weapons..."
Mrs. Simpson knew she had to stop this before this got any more out of hand and stops Topher in the middle of his declaration, "That' s enough Topher.  I will give you a good grade on your well thought out paper.  I could tell you put a lot of effort into, unlike some others did.  But let's change course and hear about Brad real quick.  Brad will you come up here please."  
Brad heads to the front of the class really nervous, because he was being asked to do this in the first thirty minutes in a new school.   Brad started slowly saying, "My name is Brad Olson.  I just moved here from Portland.  My dad got a new job, and I..um...like superheroes.  Can I be done now?"
Mrs. Simpson says to Brad, "Thank you Brad for sharing, and yes you can be.  Class now altogether let's say Hi Brad!"  The whole class does as Mrs. Simpson asked and Brad headed back to his desk thinking that went a lot better then he imagined.  Topher gave a high five to his friend as Brad sat down.  Making them both smile.

The end of school bell rang and Topher and Brad headed out of the school together, just like a newly formed dynamic duo.  "So where do you live Brad?", Topher asked his new found friend.
Brad answered, "Down Little St., third house on the right."
Topher's eyes lit up, that's right by my house, come on I'll show you where I live and maybe we can hang out afterwards after we drop our school bags off."
Brad get excited, "That would be awesome man!  You know how hard it is being the new kid in school.  I've been one for at least four times in the past year, with my Dad moving around a lot for work.  It would be cool to have a friend for once."  Topher nodded thinking exactly the same thing about having a friend.  This morning he had no one to hang out with, but after school started he had a sidekick, wait a friend.  And Topher couldn't of been happier.  Topher knew his happiness wouldn't last long because he sensed danger was heading his way.  Topher called it his nerd sense, because he always knew when he was about to be bullied.  It would be a great power if it helped him not get beat up, but it usually just alarmed him to the beating he was about to get, and never a way of helping to get out of it.
"Oh look Topher and the new girl are hitting it off!", Tommy says to Mitch and Gunther.  The two lackeys laugh like little robots because they have no mind of their own and just follow their cruel minded leader.  "I bet they are going to go home and do each others nails, brush their hair, and dance around!"  By this time his lackeys were laughing so hard their were tears in their eyes.
Topher having enough of this kind of treatment from Tommy finally spoke up, "Tommy!  Really can you think of anything else but calling us a bunch of girls.  Are you really that dumb!  And also Mitch and Gunther.  And yes I called you Guther because it's a dumb name, and your dumb and mean!  Please just leave us..."
Tommy hated when Topher stood up to him and spoke up.  Topher was not like the other nerds and geeks he always picked on, for some reason he had a backbone and never took any tounge lashing, or fist beating lying down.  Tommy just nodded to Mitch and Gunther and they attacked Topher and Brad, because Tommy was tired of getting his hands dirty.  While Mitch and Gunther were beating up Topher and Brad Tommy just barked out orders, "Hit them again!  Make them shut up!  Why aren't you crying girls!  Just cry!  Cry like the girls I know you are!"  Tommys face was red in anger from yelling at Topher, he couldn't stand it this kid who he has picked on his whole life still gets back up and after being pushed down.  He never understood why, and it made him so angry.  Tommy finally snapped his fingers signifying the beating was over, and also because he knew Topher would just have some smart remark afterwards, which would make Tommy hit him one more time, but Tommy was done for the day, and wanted to get home to be a bully another day.
After Tommy and his goons left Topher helped Brad up, "I'm sorry man!  I guess you have met my arch nemesis Terrible Tommy and his two goons!  I would totally understand if you don't wanna be friends anymore, so you don't get beat up by them anymore."  Topher says with tears in his eyes.
Brad just looks at Topher in amazement because he has never seen a guy stand up to a bully like that and be the bigger man and use his brain to fight back.  "Topher, friend, I'm sure when the time comes we will have our revenge on those three numbskulls, but for now you took the high road and didn't stoop to fists, and for that I respect you.  And I am honored to call you my friend.  But I think I might skip the hanging out today so I can sit home on a block of ice, and recover from that beating we just took."
Topher was feeling that his beating was more vicious than ever didn't blame Brad for wanting to go home, but was moved by his friends words. It felt good to have a friend, and Topher didn't want to screw that up.  Topher tells Brad, "I totally understand and I don't blame you at all.  See you tomorrow man."  And with that they split to go to their respective homes.  When Topher got home his mom and dad were gone, but his sister was home from school.
"What happened to you!!!", his sister Krista said to him as soon as he walked in the door.
"Was it that Tommy again!", she interrogated him.  "Doesn't he know beating you up is my job, it's my sisterly right!"
Tommy laughed and his sisters response and simply says, "Yes, it was him but please just drop it and help me get cleaned up before mom and dad get home.  They don't need to see their son this way again for the last two days in a row."  Krista put her anger away for the moment, but made a note to go head to Tommy's one of these days and return the pain he has caused her brother.  Krista grabs a wash cloth and a ton of bandages, and helps clean up her brother as best as she could.  Giving him a hug when she was all done, saying simply "I love you, and happy birthday Toph!"
"I love you too sis!", Topher says while returning the hug.  Just then his parents come home and witness the bonding of brother and sister and warms their hearts and they smile.  They were carrying wrapped presents and a cake, which Topher figured out was probably for his birthday.  Topher runs to his Mom and Dad and give them big hugs.  "I love you Mom and Dad", he says while hugging both of them.  "Thank you for being the best Mom and Dad ever!"
Teresa looks at her son and notices the slight bulge on his right eye, the makeup Krista put on his eye to hide the black eye didn't work as well as they planned, but Teresa decided to let it slide, because she didn't want to bring up obviously painful memories of the day.  Instead she simply looked at Krista and mouthed thank you, for helping her brother clean up after a long day it seemed.  "Still want pizza for dinner tonight Toph for your birthday dinner?". Teresa asks her son.
Topher ecstaticly answers her, "Yes!  Hawaiian please!  Guess what Mom!  I made a friend today.  His name is Brad and he lives right down the street!  Isn't that cool mom!  Isn't it!"
Teresa excited to see a big smile on her son's face answers him, "That's great hon!  I saw somebody moved into the old Smith house.  Well maybe I can meet him tomorrow after school, but tonight let's just have the pizza with us tonight and some cake.  Plus you got some pretty cool presents I can't wait for you to see.  "  And with that Teresa went to go order the pizza for dinner while her son went off to go lick his obvious wounds of the day, and play with his toys.

After dinner Teresa brought out Topher's cake, it was a Super-Dude cake but instead of an S on the chest it had a T for Topher.  His family sang him happy birthday and he made a wish.  He made a friend today, so he could stop wishing it for that, so instead he shot even higher this time.  To become  a real life superhero.  He blew out the candles making the wish praying it would come true.  Teresa handed him the first present, it was from his Mom and Dad it was a Nerf gun.  Topher loved Nerf guns but he usually had no one to play them with, because Mom was always to busy, Dad was always at work, and Krista was a girl, and girls rarely play with Nerf guns.  Next was a shirt from his sister, it had his favorite super hero team the Good Guys on it.  Topher always loved the simplicity of their name.  And then Teresa brought out a box that she didn't know where it came from.  "This came in the mail today for you honey", Teresa tells her son.  It was simply wrapped present with a card on top with a simple "happy birthday" and a colored in heart.  With no name.  Being eight years old Topher didn't really care he didn't know who it was from, he was just excited he got more presents like any eight year old boy would be.  He opened it up, and there were a a pair of brand new super villian action figures.  Dr. Dementia and Colonel Chaos.  The two he didn't have yet, what are the odds he thought to himself.
Topher just stared at his family thinking to himself and replaying the day in his mind.  To his parents it looked like Topher was dazing off, but he was just smiling and soaking in the day.  He turned eight, gained his first friend, got his butt kicked and shuttered at remembering the pain once again, and got some pretty sweet presents for his birthday.  All in all this might go down as one of the best birthdays ever, and he only turned eight.  The only thing that would make it better is if his wife came true while blowing out the birthday candles.  The wish of being able to fly, strength, speed, helping out the little guy.  The wish of becoming the world's first superhero, and proving everyone he was right.  Superheroes do exist.