Something Something

               Tyson grabbed Samantha’s hand and pulled her down being the car, a shiny blue SUV of some sort or the other. He left her squatting behind the back tire while he hopped towards the front one, not a moment too soon, as the windows were shattered in a spray of bullets while he crouched down.

                “Holy shit,” yelled Samantha. “Who are they? And who are you?!” She glanced frantically at Tyson for a moment before her curly, brown hair began flying everywhere as her head darted back and forth. She tried to see the men who had been following her, but she whimpered and ducked back down as the echo of gunfire filled the low ceiling parking garage.

                “I’m Tyson, we had class together this morning, remember?” he young man said calmly. His eyes and voice didn’t falter as he spoke to the frightened mess a few feet from him. “And those men are here to kill you. Don’t worry though,” he said as he took out of small box of matches and lit a cigarette. “I lost the guys after me already.”

                “That… That doesn’t answer anything! Why are people trying to kill me? Us?”

                “Well, you weren’t the only one pulled out of class today, you know. You really should pay more attention to the people around you. I was wanted as well, so looks like we’re both special.”

                “What the hell? You mean this has something to do with the damn Churches!? That’s ridiculous! It’s just all showboating and ritual, some way to hold onto power. The government hires everyone that can Convert, that’s the whole point of our university! And why are you smoking right now?!” Samantha was yelling louder and louder as she started to rise on her haunches. She was no longer sitting with legs pulled up, she looked like she was ready to run at a moment’s notice from the scary calm guy who wanted to smoke while being shot at.

                “Well it looks like you’re wrong about the Churches. We have power, and they want it. Or they at least want to make sure nobody else can have it. The men after me were only trying to catch me though, they didn’t just start shooting. What did you do anyway?” Tyson’s light brown eyes seemed to sparkle as he spoke to the girl, as though he were about to burst out into laughter.

                “I, um… Might have told them I wasn’t really interested in being a part of the Church. I mean, I don’t really like standing out. I only joined the Conversion course because I qualified and could make good money.” Samantha looked down sheepishly as she admitted that, as though it were a crime in itself. Her head suddenly darted back up with wide eyes. “Tyson! Tyson they stopped firing. …Oh gods, does that mean they’re getting closer? Oh gods, protect us, please!”

                “Well, they’re going to help but we’re going to do the work,” he answered. He slowly got onto one knee while he tossed his cigarette away. “Do you remember the class this morning?” Samantha looked at him incredulously, suddenly realizing what he was suggesting.

                “No. No we cannot be trying that. We’ve had one class, one half of an intro class, on how to Convert. The prof barely went over the basics!” Tyson really did laugh aloud at that point.

                “It’s do or die at this point. I can see one of them in the reflection of that car over there,” he said as he pointed over Samantha’s shoulder. “Trust me, Sam. It’ll be easy.” He ignored her glare as he casually nicknamed her. “Remember the three things needed to Convert? No? Ok, I’ll make this quick. First, you need an Offering. There’s a trick though, it has to be in your possession, that’s important by the way. We’ll get back to that one.” He pulled out his small box of matches, made sure Samantha saw it, and tossed it over the SUV they were hiding behind.

                “Next, you need the Desire. You need a clear picture of what you want to happen. We need a distraction so I’ve got that covered as well. Finally you need a Prayer. It’s flexible, but try to be clear about it. The Gods like eloquence. Or wit. And they really like you to say their name and-“

                “Hurry the hell up!” Samantha snapped at him. She could see another of the men, he was only a few cars away. She began to wonder why it was taking them so long to get across the garage when Tyson began speaking again. His voice was different this time. Still as calm, but it almost echoed. And she could swear that as she saw his eyes shut they had been a different color. Her hair stood on end and her body relaxed, as if this were something familiar. Somebody was Converting right in front of her eyes. Somehow, he was able to channel The Cycle.

               “Lillian, Lady of Fire,

                Hear my need, my desire.

                Uh, something something I need to run far.

                Take my matches, blow up that car.

                Samantha gaped at him as he spoke the second half of his prayer. “What was that?! You can’t just-“ She was cut off as Tyson jumped up, grabbed her hand, and pulled her along as he ran. He was laughing. Again.

                “It’s fine, it was funny! She likes that about me, at least.” He didn’t look back as he ran, with her in tow. They were past the first car when she heard the men shouting, and past another when she heard an explosion and a resounding crash of another car. She tried to glance behind her, only to see three cars on fire, with a bumper of another stuck in the cement ceiling. The men chasing them before were now either screaming in pain or trying to help their burning comrades. She gulped as she held onto the hand of a near stranger. Somebody who had saved her life, somebody who could joke with a God, somebody who laughed in the face of chaos and fire. Somebody who scared her terribly.

                She held on tighter and tried to keep up.



I know that you run
From everything that scares you
And it breaks my heart

So don’t run from me
When I say all I want is
You running to me



Text Mesaage Poetry

I had a quiet lasting dream,
Which left such a desire when I’d wake
That I could trace along your spine
And see your body slowly shake.

I’d trace my lips upon your skin
Of shoulder, back, and arms
Which you’d then wrap around me
And stave away all harms.

My eyes opened, when I woke
To see naught but empty bed.
So I wrote for you, line by line,
That which happened in my head.


Love Letter #5

To me you shine bright
Like the stars in a black sky
Radiant and pure

I see you always
And it calls out to me but
You are just too far

So I stretch and reach
Throwing everything I am
Just to get closer

Sometimes I get fooled
Into thinking you’re right here
Next to me again

But it’s merely light
Cast from your beautiful soul
And it makes me ache

I desire nothing
Other than to touch you more
And never let go

To me you shine bright
Like the stars in a black sky
So endlessly far


Love Letter #4

If you asked me what I wanted from you, I would tell you this:

I want to see you every day
    And your smile just as often
I want to hear you say my name
    More than anyone else’s
I want to give you countless gifts
    Every thing I have
I want to reach your heart with mine
    And receive yours in return
I want to have you every way
    Every day in every season
I want to sit and watch you read
    Your news articles in French
I want to order take out again
    Because we can barely cook
I want to cook for you regardless
    Even though I’ll probably burn it
I want to call you by your name
    Until my voice gives out
I want to look into your eyes
    The blue that matches my brown
I want to run my hands through your hair
    And all over your body
I want to memorize the feel
    Of your very being beneath me
I want to feel your lips on mine
    Every day that I am waking
I want your body in my arms
    Every night hereafter
I want the chills that run down my spine
    When you barely touch me
I want to feel my stomach flip
    When you walk in the door
I want to hold on to you
    While we watch a scary movie
I want you to keep me safe
    When I can’t fall asleep after
I want you to choose me
    Over every other
I want you to choose me
    No matter what the wait
I want to make you happy
    Because you do the same for me
I want to make that dream come true
    The one you had when we first met
    Of moving to Seattle
    Into a studio apartment
    In the Queen Anne neighborhood
    With jobs that make us happy
    Where we could have a husky
    And sit out in the rain
    Fill the walls with books and art
    And try every sort of wine

I never did forget that
    Or any other little thing
Not when it concerned you
    Or what our lives may bring
So again if you would ask me
    What I wanted I would say
I want you
Every time


Love Letter #2

A thought I cannot fight
It comes to mind endlessly
I need to kiss you

Put your hand in mine
So I can keep you with me
All my life and yours

Though I write the words
That fill my soul it is you
Who fills it the most


Things In The Night

When I go to bed at night
I don’t get scared for me.
I’m frightened for everyone else
Both friends and family.

They don’t know what is waiting.
They’re completely unaware
Of things hiding in the corners
But not waiting just to scare.

These things, they want to hurt us
Eat us alive and steal our skin.
So many of them lurking
Where should I begin?


Don’t go to bathroom
Once all the lights are dark.
He’s hiding behind the curtain
Waiting for his mark.

A skinny, nimbly body
And a head too big to fit.
Tongue rolling over giant teeth
Waiting for you to sit.

Once you’re then distracted
He jumps out without a sound.
Of course your hands move to hide yourself
Or pull your pants back up around.

But that’s just what he wanted.
He’s really rather smart.
He wants your hands occupied
For he only eats one part.

He’ll knock you to the ground
And keep your arms pinned to your side.
His giant mouth holds giant teeth
For scooping out your eyes.

There’s really nothing you can do
But lay there, squirm, and scream.
The worst part is when his sticks his tongue
In the hole to get it clean.


There’s something in your mirror
And it likes to watch and stare.
But if you try to catch a glimpse
You’ll rarely see it there.

It hides just past the edges
It moves too quickly at a glance.
But if you’re very careful
You may just get a chance.

If you stare completely forwards
With the mirror to your side
The corner of your eye may catch it
Before it moves to hide.

I saw it once myself
Before I knew what it did.
I couldn’t tell its gender
Only that it was a kid.

Don’t try it though, I warn you
Unless you’re feeling brave.
The temptation’s there I realize
But it’s important you don’t cave.

If it sees you staring
You could always try to run.
I doubt you’ll get away
The kid is faster than a gun.

Straight out from your mirror
And up your body it will trek.
Its tiny hands are strangely strong
Made right to snap your neck.


There’s the lady in your bedroom
Hiding underneath your bed
We all know she’s always there
But she doesn’t want you dead

She waits underneath you
Long fingers playing with her hair
Run to you bed once lights are out
She won’t get you there

But if you let a foot slip out
From underneath your sheet
She won’t hesitate to move
And reach out for both your feet.

Her claw like hands feel like ice
As she holds you in her grasp.
It feels like needles in your skin
You can only gulp and gasp.

She’ll rip your toenails from your toes
One by one by one.
She puts them gently in a stack
To use them when she’s done.

She’ll hold you there so you can’t move
Or scream or make a din.
Then she grabs the biggest nail
And scrapes off all your skin.

She wraps it in a bundle
And braids the toenails in her hair.
Then she runs off to sell your skin
For someone else to wear.


There’s something out your window
Yes, each and every one
He’s waiting for you there
And won’t move til you see sun.

Behind every single curtain
Hidden by your blind
If you’d only take a look
He is what you’d find.

A grin large as a Cheshire
Eyes that are bigger still
Waiting for you to wander
Near the window sill.

Unlike the mirror child
He wants to be seen.
He dislikes being patient
And meals that are too lean.

Once you make eye contact
Well that’s the end of that.
You’ll feel like you’re falling
Into eyes just like a vat.

Slowly he’ll crawl in
With eyes that never shake.
Desperately you try to move
Just wishing you could quake.

While he does hate waiting
He will never ever rush.
He wants to enjoy his meal
So tender and so lush.

Finger by finger
Hand and then arm.
Moving so softly
As though not to harm.

The worst part of all
Is his eyes lock with yours.
Unable to glance away
'Til you see death's doors.

And once he’s inside
The game’s just begun
Your family’s vulnerable
And he wants his fun.



I am a dreamer, and it fills me with pain.
I see the world and all I could gain.
I see all that I could fulfill in my life
It all comes so clearly; no conflict, no strife.
I see the world and all the places I’ll go.
But reality is painful, and ever so slow.
I see the things that never shall live.
What chances the world never will give.

I am a dreamer, though it hurts to admit.
Lives flash by my eyes if for a moment I sit.
I see what could be if given a chance.
I see the things others don’t give a glance.
I see what choices we each failed to make.
The things I’ll never have only leave me to ache.
I imagine the touches, feelings that don’t exist.
It leaves the holes in my heart to gape and persist.

I am a dreamer, it kills me to say.
I see things I won’t have, day after day.
I see things I want but never can pass.
Whether of physics or timing, woe and alas!
Magic or money, a house and some fame.
I know in the end, you won’t know my name.
I see the greatness I’ll never achieve.
But in these silly dreams, I’ll stay and believe.

I am a dreamer, it will always be true.
For I see the world filled with me and with you.
And so if reality makes my heart sore,
It’s only a reason for me to dream more.
It’s not the real world I imagine and see.
A dreamer am I and forever will be.



I haven’t danced in so long. Like really, honestly, truly danced. Not the grinding and jumping at bars or clubs. Those can be fun, they really can be. Just give me a couple of Screwdrivers or a Vegas Bomb (and a cute guy) and I’ll be great for a while.

But what I really want… Well, it’s two things. I used to teach swing dancing and ballroom dance. I say it like that to sound impressive but honestly it was really just the basic steps. We did go a bit farther with the swing dancing but I got taught as much as I taught others. And honestly I’m not even confidant I was doing it right. But shh, that’s not the point. The point it I really miss just being in a group and just able to turn on jazz music and dance around, moving as I wanted, never feeling more comfortable with my body or my choices.

The other type of dance I love was big group choreographed numbers. I’ve always been good at copying things I see, and I can feel like I’m in a competition, always showing I can dance better than everyone else. And I like being shown exactly what to do and how to do it. No choices left up to me, it’s really easy. Not to mention I love big dance numbers when they’re done well. It looks really great.

I just wish I had somebody close to dance with. I’ve still never “danced” with a guy I liked yet. Tyler danced the same things I did and my biggest regret is still, after three years, that I didn’t get to dance with him. Even after all my visits with Cuban, I never got to dance with him. And he knew how much I wanted to. Looking back now it’s probably for the best… You know, since I kinda want to punch him still. At least this way I can still wait for an actual relationship to dance with a guy.

It feels kinda silly, but I totally hold cuddling and hand holding and especially dancing like that on a higher stand than sex. Actually, it might be sad I feel that way. It’s just… There are people I feel comfortable enough to sleep with, and I don’t believe in slut shaming ever. But it’s only people I’m actually interested that I’ll want to do more with. And dancing is at the top of the list.

I just want to find a guy and slip my hand in his, and lay my other on his shoulder while he wraps his free hand around my waist. Yes, yes I do want to be the follower. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a very good lead dancer. I understand how bodies move and I’ve had plenty of people tell me when I dance with them I’m amazing at getting them to feel how they should move with me. But when I find the right guy, I want to be able to let myself be loose and not worry and just follow for once.

I think I’d want to do a simple waltz, or rumba. …Yes, rumba would be best. One, I love it regardless. Two, it’s a Cuban dance and I’m half Cuban (and proud!). Three, I really do have amazing hips when I dance. Seriously. I’m quite proud of them, as silly as it is. Forth, I adore Latin music and dance as a whole.

So… yeah, that’s all I’m saying. I just want to find somebody to dance with again. I want to feel free again. Just stop thinking and be surrounded by music and motion.



What I want is very simple if you look at it.

I want that touch of a fingernail running lightly down my neck, so light I can barely feel it except for the scrape from that skin on the corner of your finger. I want the chills down my spine that grows into a shudder throughout my body, even though they stop the moment you lay your whole hand on my neck.

The wrong guy touching me anywhere will make me want to punch him, and I will punch him. But I want to find you. You, wherever you are. You, who sees me in a light I didn’t know existed. You, who wants me just as badly. You, who touches me like that.

I want a kiss, but not a passionate, hungry one with too much tongue and biting and growling and desire. I want the slow one that barely moves my body, but makes my head swim. To borrow words, I want a kiss that’s as much breath as touch, as much no as yes. A kiss that envelopes me and fills me, contents me. Lip on lip like the waves on an ocean during the calmest day. Rocking back and forth ever so subtly on the surface, so much so that you couldn’t tell it was there on the surface. But underneath and inside, there are never ending currents and waves and a depth that goes farther than I could ever hope to explore.

Where have you gone? I thought I’d found you before but it was only somebody that looked like you. I got distracted by a glimpse and sidetracked again and again. It’s like you’re avoiding me. Always far to the side. I think I can see you in the corner of my eye, but when I turn there’s nothing there anymore.

I want to meet your eyes with mine and drown. Let me just look into them, and look back just the same. No words, no noise, no sound. Look in me and breathe. Hold my hand while I match my breath to yours. In and out and in again. Let me look into your eyes and see myself reflected, so deeply inside you that I shine right back out. Speak to me silently, and my eyes will answer yours. I’ll open myself and pour out everything into my gaze, so that only you can see me.

I want you to run your fingers through my hair. Grab and pull it, teasing me. Stroke it, or style it, or just lean in and smell it. I would let you. I just want to be wanted. I want to be desired. I want to be longed for and needed and missed.

Everything I feel for you, I want you to feel it for me.

I’m not patient though. I hope you feel it quickly, because I move quickly. I don’t do things half-heartedly. I rush and jump without looking. Every time I think I found you, I reach out for you. I’m so sorry. I hope you’ll forgive me. It’s just… I’m trying to find you and I don’t know what to do.

God, you don’t know how much I want you. To be able to grab your hand and pull you closer when I want. To feel your shoulder against my shoulder, you leg against my leg. Hand in mine, squeezing tightly, and never letting you go away again. Just keep me close and wrap my in your arms wherever we are. I want to feel like that again. Safe.

I want to feel safe in a big place with lots of people. I want to feel safe in the quiet when I don’t understand anything. I want to feel safe as we lay down in bed and the darkness surrounds us and the nightmares wake me up. I want to be able to reach over and grab you. Roll over and curl up in you, my face in your neck, never having to face the darkness alone. Never having to face the world alone.

I want you to grab me and keep me and kiss me and hold me and fuck me and save me. I want you here. I want you with me. I want your skin on mine in any way you want. I want your lips and eyes and breath and hands and face and body and warmth and voice and mind and heart and soul and world.

I want you.
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you where are you where are you?

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