Once again, I find myself writing about you.

I knew a girl in college

With flowers on her skin

Now they all lay broken

Beaten, bruised, and thin.

There’s blood upon the tile,

And splatters in the sink.

But her heart it hurts the hardest,

Those broken edges sting.

~OutletInInk

-please check up on your friends, they may not be doing as well as you think, and that breaks my heart.

Yellow Paint

Might pull a Van Gogh,

Start eatin’ that yellow paint.

I don’t even know bro,

I can’t even think straight.

All I really know

is that

I want to be happy.

I want to be happy,

Despite this shit that’s coming at me.

I don’t want to imbibe

Want to remember my life

Want to pick up this knife

Carve out the anguish inside

But,

Maybe I should eat the yellow paint.

Maybe I should tell ‘em of my pain.

Maybe I should find another plane.

Existence where my life is not a stain.

So mix it up.

Eat it up.

Drink it up.

Sippy cup.

You can’t relate?

you’re in luck.

Watch me fuck my whole life up.

Imma paint you a picture.

Using colours and lies.

Yellow and blue,

I’m dreaming of skies.

Think I might want to fly.

Think I still want to die.

Guess I’ll give it a try,

Pour more paint up inside.

And I’ll,

Mix it up.

Eat it up.

Drink it up.

Sippy cup.

You can’t relate?

you’re in luck.

Watch me fuck my whole life up.

Mix it up.

Eat it up.

Drink it up.

Sippy cup.

You can’t relate?

you’re in luck.

Watch me fuck my whole life up.

Whole life up.

Whole life up.

Whole life up.

Whole life up.

Might pull a Van Gogh.

Start eatin’ that yellow paint.

I don’t really know.

I can’t fuckin’ think straight.

~OutletInInk

Future Thoughts

Hey all, I haven’t really known what I wanted to do with this website for the past while. I don’t really want to leave it to collect dust, but I’m not too sure what I wish to post anymore..

That said, I may try posting some little articles again about things I’m interested in. Maybe put together an online course on meditation? Or video editing? All I know is I need to stop stagnating, I NEED to live again. Live and fall in love with life, these days that’s been much easier.

~Words Like Water~

Frothing, babbling brook.

You lie like a river.

Constant, endless, fluid.

Flowing over and around every arguement.

Until opposition seems stupid.

.

Every current carves out the ground I stand upon.

Wearing away.

All resistance is gone.

.

How am I supposed to stop words like water?

.

In nature, one would just leave the stream.

~Days Like Currency~

I spend these days..

Shouting at the four walls in my head.

Chasing my thoughts.

Catatonic in bed.

I spend these days…

Like cold, quick, currency.

Like there’s gotta be a hole in my pocket.

Days drop like dollars.

And I can’t seem to stop.

Giving them away.

Every now and then, there’s a piece of change that I wish would stay.

But, I guess it fell out that hole in my pocket.

Cause somehow i’ve lost it.

poked out and dropped it.

They say the nail that sticks out is the one that gets hammered down.

I can’t tell if that’s better than being lost and not found.

@OutletInInk