"pyou" poems
That sad moment
When your fingers can’t type acros the keybboard.
Because itall runs together like something
From another time whe nthings were less
Than they are now. It’ s always easier, you know,
With less. Always easier when hnds run smoothly
Over the snow or the leaes or the sun
Because they arent shaking quite like they are
Now. Now, with more thought, more feared, more lost
To the losing of days that always leave, evntually.
More to keep you up at night as your hands
Shake but tryto type throug it anyway. More
To keeep you distracted from yourself
But also more to kee pyou all too concentrated
On the world, thatthing that makes you rhands shake,
Tha thng thatis always more thn you want itto be.
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC
So low
l
o
w
e
r
Lower
Slower
The pain is dragging out
It's depth is slippery
It feels like it's me
I don't believe it though
It's just a heavy jacket
I'm something else underneath that jacket
But ******* ****
I can't find the zipper
I've been in here for a while
Some days I can't tell if this jacket is my skin
Remember it's a jacket
REMEMBER!
It's a battle
Pyou pyou pyou
With myself.
It feels like I'm against the world
But I know it's with myself.
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 1:00 PM UTC