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

~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

Loving You Like An Hourglass.

Loving you is like loving the sand in an hourglass

Silky smooth yet coarse as you pass through my fingers.

It’s like catching raindrops in your hands

for every bit you catch, so much more is slipping past.

We had a past.

A pretty good one too,

Yet I must be an hourglass

As I can feel you slipping through,

Your body running over mine

I guess we used up all our time..

I wonder if I’m still on your mind?

You’re on mine..

Every time I close my eyes I feel the touch of your lips, your mouth on my neck, your hips on my hips.

But then they open and I’m alone again, on my own again.

Looking at you through a pane of glass I can see that you’re happy.

Or you seem happy.

Either way I’m happy you’re happy or seem happy cause honestly as long as you’re happy it’s fine that I’m not.

You found friends and a direction

While I payed to get lost.

I disappeared into a sea of bodies and alcohol and way too hyped DJs

I did this on replay

Over

And over

And over again.

And while I’m getting better at hiding the pain

I can’t seem to stop meeting new people with your name.

I’m not sure if this is a sign that I’m supposed to forget you

I mean I’m certainly glad I met you

But now I need you to let me go,

For the final time

I loved you

Now it’s time for me to go.

.

.

.

C.C.

Rental Poison

I said we were a story for ever after

she said we were words in the wind

i had wrote her a song and now my heart I can’t rescind,

Those words, oh so gentle

Oh her faces when we sinned.

and it seems our love was rental,

wish I never touched your poison skin.

Your poison skin which burned my lips

with every word spoken,

as we connected at the hip

and now my heart is broken.

My golden gifts you parade like a token

from an emotionless conquest

with three words left unspoken.

I love you.

I don’t mean those words anymore

but they used to be true.

They used to be true before you emptied your drawer,

Don’t come here again

Your lies darken my door.

And don’t take that tone, don’t you fucking complain,

You knew what you were doing

Poison runs in your veins.

And experience has spoken, you can only cause pain.

Spreading your lies and your hate shall be your undoing,

that damn toxic lifestyle

you keep on pursuing.

And in the end, I hope it’s worthwhile

when your beauty has faded

and so has your smile.

Hey! So people seemed to appreciate the poetry back when I was posting it so I figured I’d upload some more ^-^ some will be happy and some shall be sad depending on what point in my life they were written, please treat my work kindly! ✨✌🏼

Peace, love, and tranquil vibes!

C.C.

Back At It!!

Wow I seem to be pretty bad at staying at this. I lasted for a few weeks but all of a sudden I realized it’s been a week since I blogged and I don’t really remember stopping. Well, I mean I do since I mentioned I may not be posting for a bit but I didn’t think it’d last an entire week! Regardless though, I had a pretty great trip. We went out to the clubs, danced the night away, stumbled home, and binged the first three seasons of Game Of Thrones. I refused to watch the show until now since I read the books and all of the character just looked wrong and I couldn’t stop holding each episode up to books and well, they were good but just couldn’t match up to the novels.

Anyways I think I might attempt writing a book. I keep finding myself reading away my hours in every ounce of spare time so my days are just slipping me by. I’m starting to wonder if i’ve read enough over the years to just up and write a fiction book. I’ve got a few different ideas but I can’t entirely decide on which one i’d like to start with. That’s my biggest problem, i’d get halfway through and then get super hyped up for a new book idea and start working on that one instead. It would just continue happening resulting in tons of unfinished books. Although then again I try to be rather positive and uplifting on this blog so mayhaps i’ll just take to it like a duck to water!

Even if i’m not a natural at it i’d like to continue working away on writing a book. There are so many worlds in my mind that i’d love to share with people, so many stories, so many lives. I’m not properly sure I can do them justice with my words but i’ll strive to get there someday! Did you know that the reason Stephen King has written so many books is because he just sat down and wrote a minimum of two pages a day every single day? That’s it. That’s the secret. Just keep working on it and eventually you’ll get there. Plus there are so many people out there who’ve taken the time to write books, it may not be the simplest thing in the world but by golly it certainly can’t be the hardest due to the sheer volume of new books published every day.

I think i’d like to write fantasy but what sort of fantasy should I write? Something kind of like a Miyazaki movie? Or maybe a bit darker like a Game of Thrones gritty realism type of fantasy? I just can’t decide, but i’ll get there! And of course i’ll keep you all updated on how the writing process goes, maybe even post the occasional excerpts.

Have any of you ever tried writing a book? If so than what’d you write about? Was it fiction or non-fiction? Was it just a short fanfiction type of thing or did you actually go the whole nine yards and go through finding a publisher and having your book pop up on the shelves of stores? I can’t help but feel that it’s so wonderfully exciting, writing books I mean. You’re literally creating worlds, populating those worlds, and then allowing others to bear witness to tales from that world. I’m just a huge fan of all the power found within the written word!

Anyways how was this for a comeback post eh? Maybe not the best since i’m still just talking about my personal life somewhat rather than giving ‘articles’ about different tips and tricks which have been done thousands of times over. Of course they haven’t been done by me yet so i’ll gladly put my spin on them but I don’t really want that to be the bulk of my posting. It just feels so impersonal on a platform where I feel the most moved to be personal, but they’re necessary and i’m always a fan of spreading information!

As always i’d like to wish you all peace, love, and some of those amazingly wonderful tranquil vibes!

C.C.