Siren A Go Go

“Unconditional Love.”

Karen had one job: to protect him.

Her best friend who had no idea how important he was.

She wondered if she would’ve been his friend if he wasn’t her mission.

She had to believe that they would.

From the overnight sleepovers at each other’s homes through the years.

For being there for each other when each of them suffered heartbreak from their crushes.

She refused to believe it was destiny that made them friends.

She loved him. He was family.

And she would not let him die on her watch.

Let her enemies come.

She will rip their hearts out before they could rip out hers by taking away him from her life.

She would not tempt fate… but dared fate to hurt her friend.

Repetition Rat Tat Tat


He has the same dream every night. He’s a prince about to embark on the greatest adventure of his lifetime: kingship.

The dreamer can can smell the salt of his nervous sweat. The desire to live up to his family name. To not make the same mistakes that they did and improve upon their flaws.

But he finds himself falling into a black hole in the middle of the silver hallway of his lineage’s fortress.. and then he wakes up.

He can’t breathe for the first 30 seconds of his waking life. He looks around his room full of posters betraying the fact that he is but a fifteen year old boy. He tries to pretend that he’s not scared of this inability to breathe every time he has that dream… but he’s a terrible liar to himself.

He looks at the door left slightly ajar to the hallway outside his room where he knows his adopted parents are out there sleeping soundly as they always do.

He is always jealous about this.

The frustration of not being able to control how his mind works is the thing he hates the most about himself. He desires nothing more than self mastery but his humanity keeps getting in the way.

He’s read all types of books about the meaning of dreams, but he KNOWS that nobody can really tell him about himself but him.

It’s a frustrating thing to have a mind that keeps spinning in place… but he has to keep trying.

Failure is most likely the ultimate outcome… but what other choice does he have.

River Rolling


There’s a flow that doesn’t quite rub me the right way. The danger of influences that surround me pulls me towards the end off of the edge.

I don’t want to do it. I don’t want to do it.

But they keep dragging me towards it.

Every microbe of every bead of every strain of liquid cover me with “influence.” Prayer doesn’t work.

Meditation doesn’t work. My writing dries me when I refuse to dry it out but the sweat of my imagination is sometimes drowned out by that river.

I grasp for the slippery smooth rocks and the grit of the river bed. It exceeds my grasp because I’m trapped on the surface level unable to dive deeper because of the rolling of the river.

But I will rock against the rolling of the river.

Seven Saints & Seven Sinners


“The Boy’s Band.”

A long time ago, in the beginning, there was a Boy and he lived in darkness. There was nothing around him but his dreams. He dreamed of a world that was exactly like ours. And every time he woke up, the darkness started to look more and more like ours.

One day, there was a whole universe created by The Boy and his dreams. The long haired boy believed in compassion and his compassion took the form of seven people who represented his passion for life. They would protect the universe from slipping back into darkness which was the desire of The Boy’s evil doppelganger The Lost Child and his seven sinners.

They each carried a sword to represent The Boy’s fortitude in the belief of community. Generation after generation, there would be a new seven to protect their master’s dreams.


“The Lost’s Children.”

A little bit after The Beginning, there was The Boy’s shadow. As the darkness around The Boy disappeared and became the universe, his shadow took on a life of its own. The shadow would see The Boy’s dreams and not see community but hate, greed and destruction. The shadow hated that The Boy would bring beings like you and me into their world.

One day, the shadow grew tired of The Boy’s constant creation and broke free to become its own person. It became a doppelganger of The Boy and called itself The Lost Child. It vowed to destroy every single being The Boy created in their world. And from that edict came seven beings that represented The Lost Child. Their goal was to bring the unbalance needed for The Lost Child to corrupt and destroy the beings that were similar to who we are by defeating The Boy’s seven avatars.


Every generation a new seven serving The Lost Child would answer the call to misadventure. And as long as there was a reasonable amount of representation from either side, existence would continue…


…but for how long?