The Power of Doubt

Doubt is a powerful storm,

a brewing hurricane.

Gusting wings with wild form,

claiming the seat of reign.

Remember truth that remains,

with wind of sanity.

Rise above the doubtful claims,

shear the uncertainty.

Doubt is a confined rebel

Its absence I will not dwell. 


Our Heart Again

  Realizing how much you’ve changed

Innocence must be regained 

Hoping that you are not too late

To make up for that one mistake

Distractions are a risky game

Focus so you may love the same

Love is not a selfish feeling

For you my heart is rehealing


“Le moribond” by indiae on

                                          I see stars when I look up at the night sky                                            

And I see scars when I look into your eyes 

Im just hoping one day you will learn to know 

Scars are what make us grow

I see blue sky when I look up in the day time

You can’t deny the people’s heartless crime

Im just searching for recognition:

We have more than just destruction.


How can you make something so great, 

throw it away and act like it’s fake?

I guess you’re just use to it;

I guess you just can’t admit:

It’s too hard for you,

you’re not strong enough, 

and you can’t pull through.

Or maybe I’m just waiting for you to realize;

Or maybe I’m just waiting for you to open your eyes

and notice that I’m alive. 

It’s Too Late

I thought I was blind

cause I couldn’t find

your love for me

there were no signs

You claimed it was true

yet made me no proof

so how could I say

I love you too

Through all this time

through all these lies

I finally see

the truths you hide

Now it’s too late

and you are lost

on the other side