11.

i'd rise

like the

tide

emotions

fly

fall

with

the moon

it took

too long

to prove

you've lost

me now

i'd come

back

down

to you

after

high noon

if only

i knew

which

shores

the washed

up hearts

come back

to

9.

its like

extra skin

i can't shake

i can't

strip from

my face

is this

who i am?

it's like

running

in dreams

as hard

as it

seems

i am

nowhere

it's like

sleeping

in late

waking up

to an

earthquake

is this

who i am?

or what i pretend

i am nowhere

i am nothing

without you.

10.

lately i've forgotten

what's behind the clouds

lately i've been sinking

into thoughts of doubt

lately i've been letting

other people down

but i took a trip to boston

and you should see me now

lately i've forgotten

just to turn around

lately i've been sinking

my bones into the ground

lately i've been letting

people bring me down

but i took a trip to boston

and you should see me now

i don't want to forget

that day i spent

with an angel in the room

i don't want to forget

that day i sat

down and cried for you

cuz...

lately i've forgotten

the lies that took whats true

lately i've been sinking

into something new

lately i've been letting

myself remember you

oh i took a trip to boston

boston changed my point of view

8.

I

find myself

in dust

particles

floating

in air

in the

shadows

of tall

trees

I

am

held in

together

by my

own tight

skin

by

looking

in to

who

I

am

7.

Maybe

if just once

I was the one up there

with the microphone

and perfect hair

talking about hunger

and natural disasters

Or maybe

if I was the

one in the front

who reached in my wallet

for a twenty

and was the very first

to come to the altar

Or perhaps

if I spoke

Spanish

or French

Or went to

chapel

on Thursday

nights

Or spent

more

time in

the Library

Or if I had

one of those

t-shirts

or a weekly

byline

Or maybe

just anything

with a name

on it

something

to belong to

someone to be

maybe then

it would be

easier

to breathe

?

6.

Sometimes breathing

is harder

than it looks.

Sometimes seeing

isn't just

having eyes open.

Sometimes hearing

takes more

than picking up vibrations.

Sometimes

its about quiet,

about looking at

yourself

when no one is around,

to tell you

you're better than

you think you are.

Sometimes its about

realizing

that love comes

with the pain

of realizing

breathing isn't easy

seeing is more than

just a look

and hearing takes more

than open ears.

Sometimes it's the

moments

when you realize

you're exactly

what you thought

you were,

that you breathe in,

seek for and long to hear

the sounds of hope,

the sounds of the ultimate

redemption,

of the only one

who makes

breathing

and

seeing

and

hearing

exactly what they are.

5.

If words were enough

I'd write them here

fingers flying

until thoughts

met paper

in a beautiful

unifying

sensations

of feeling

of emotions

mixed with

too much to

say and nothing

to explain the

truth of moments

bigger than

words and paper

big enough to fit

in a phrase

that means more

than the lines

that contain it

because if words

were enough

I would keep

on forever

but all I can

say is

I'm new.