~Aren’t We All Afraid Of Falling?~

When we’re older we’ll tell our kids “be careful not to fall.”

Often they’ll say “I’m not afraid.”

But aren’t we all afraid of falling?

I see it everyday.

People falling in and out of love.

People falling to their vices.

Falling out of communication.

Falling for the lies we tell ourselves.

Sometimes I think there’s some irony in our fear of falling.

We’re surrounded by it so much

We follow through our falls like facts of the matter, treating it as terrifying gospel. It’s possible,

That we’re not afraid of the fall

But rather the impact.

The weight.

The results.

That grave i dug with my own two hands, without the intention of laying in it.

Aren’t we all afraid of falling?

No, but we should be.

For I found falling too fun for it to fall out of fashion, and now I’ve found falling to be my new passion.

What I’m trying to say, is I love you.

Says the acorn to the ground.

I’m saying that I’ll trust you.

Just hold me safe and sound.

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.

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Every current carves out the ground I stand upon.

Wearing away.

All resistance is gone.

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How am I supposed to stop words like water?

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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.

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C.C.