You’re A Dream I Wake Up To

Feels like I’ve known you all my life.

And I have.

When our eyes meet, they smile

Our hands touch, speaking the words

we are waiting to say.

Your the answer

and there is no question.


Love Posion

I feel ashamed that I am not strong enough to move on.

I’ve never kept it far from my mind though it’s been so long.

When I feel close to someone, I try to find the comfort I need.

Only to regret the vulnerability.

Vulnerability makes me feel anxious and dumb.

Why am I so scared to trust and allow myself freedom.

Can I ever not care or care without pain. 

Because this pain is keeping me from what ever remains. 

Light is my home but I live in darkness.

Am I one of the people who can flip the light switch?

Fear in My Veins

Woken up by an uncomfortable sensation, I stare out into the darkness that made up my room. The air felt wrong and I didn’t feel alone. Hesitantly, I look down at my feet. Eyes peer above the ladder leading to the top bunk where I lie; dark, dangerous, and familiar eyes that seem to still the whole of my body. I can’t move and I can only pretend to be asleep. Had I imagined those eyes. Has my mind gone insane? I wait and listen as I hear the creak of my door opening slowly and closing again. Suddenly, I can hear my heart pounding. What had just happened? Why was he in my room and why was he just staring at me? Tears stream down my face as fear washes through my veins. 

It’s A Fine Time For A Rewind

It’s a fine time for a rewind.

It’s a nice day, why won’t the sun shine?

It’s a nice smile but your eyes lie.

I’m tired of the games.

I’m tired of the selfish gains.

I’m tired of no one knowing my name.

It’s a long song and you sing it wrong.

It’s a clear day but you walk in the fog.

It’s a short path yet it takes too long.

I’m tired of the lonely days.

I’m tired of the one track way.

I’m tired of apologizing for what I say. 

Let Me See You

It still shocks me to realize how unique I am. What comes so easily to me, seems impossible for others. What appears rare, atleast in my general perspective, is a natural goodness. I watch strangers, family, close-ones make the most  simple and uncompassionate mistakes. Mistakes that would seem impossible in my mind. That natural easiness makes me queazy. When I look back at my past, a bunch of faces appear, mostly of people I never got to know but people that used those simple actions to bring happiness into the world instead. I have always viewed those glimpses of personality as my rolemodel. I value the soul of a good person. Anytime I meet one, I pay close attention so that I can learn something new.

 Show me how good is done. 


“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.