When I was five years old, the thing I desired was chocolate any type of chocolate would fill that desire.

     When I was ten years old it was to go on a date with the girl of my dreams, it didn't matter where or when a date would fill that desire.

     Now that I'm seventeen, the thing I desire is the end of this pain,  it doesn't matter how or when, just that the pain ends. 

The first time I used my super power I was writing about a friend.  And I thought it would be fun if in my story he got hit by a bus.  Next day a bus killed him on second street.  That is when I learned my super power was anything I write happens.  However,  do I want to write about world peace or end world hunger.  HELL NO!  I put people in very bad situations.  Then I write a way to save them only I know.  Nothing is better that popularity.

The constant noise

that noise that fills the air

the words of failure

you can’t do it,

you won’t succeed,

you’re too weak,

the words that are so hard to hear

words spoken by those near

by your teachers, parents, yourself;

words that echo to the end

words that I will not believe,

words that will not bend me,

words that fill the air.

words that are empty

words that are meaningless

I will succeed!

I will do it!

that’s all that I care about!

because what you believe

just doesn’t matter

what matters is that I’m happy

not with you,

not with the world,

but with myself.

because that constant noise

is not the author of my story

the author of my story is me.

and I will write it one page at a time

Here i am again at the edge of insanity,

With the cold knife blade ready to plunge inside of me.

You brought me here,

My worst enemy,

My bully.

You said that those kids laughing down the hall were laughing at me

That i was never anything amazing,

That every award i won was out of pity

That every time that i was beaten by the kid bigger than me i deserved it,

You told me that i was worthless

And that if i kept living it was just petty,

You told me that when that kid on the internet said i was dumb it was true

And you reminded me every day through school,

My grades dropped because of you

My friends left me as you kept talking and talking.

You told me they left me because there was nothing to like about me

You told me that whenever someone looked at me they were judging me,

You told me that everything i did was not ordinary,

You said that my opinions didn't matter to others,

You told me i had a face that not even a mother could love,

You said that i should stand back and watch,

As people did things i wanted to do .

But you said i was too cowardly and i believed you,

You ruined my family telling me that my mother didn't love me

For years and years you said i was the reason my father left me.

You talked and talked till all i could hear was your voice

Drowning out the voices of the people that did love me.

You told me that i should disappear because that was what was right,

You told me that my best friend should be a knife.

Now here i am back again

On the edge of insanity.

With the cold knife blade ready to stab inside of me

The saddest thing you big bully,

Is you only have two letters in your name,

And they are,

M-E.

We have lost a dear foot note of history.

something there but never known.

something that contributed to the future but not worth mentioning

The importance of a footnote non-existence.

This Footnote Jareth Talin was forgotten before his death

A footnote a footnote lost in the stream of history.