where I belong

boiling thoughts heated by
sincere silence
play away from the guilty conscience
and just keep going when someone needs you
there is a position to be played
grab the pen and find yourself
sometimes its not just me
keeping myself short
but those tricks were learned along time ago
something unbreakable
there but untraceable
and reactions slow to come
the point was missed the hardship was not
so i carry fine tips now
ride softer
but that is just today
poems are not going to change anything.

cracked the foundation
in spiral and out of control
at least there is an order
still motion as trouble landed.
As the heart beats we flourish with a sickness and a hunger
to just go easier on self.
but never better thick skin
and weak nerves
we breathe shallow
afraid to see our stomachs grow
plenty of room
but the scars now are the only way to tell
a welcomed hell
we only live page to page.