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If you catch me fishing for compliments or looking for a fight
I just need to know I'm adequate, that everything's alright
I'm anxiously insecure, I easily regret
Mistakes are always on my mind, too heavy to forget
I'm suspicious of the little things, a skeptic to the core
Small changes make me nervous, I feel generally unsure
I'll always keep on asking things when I already know
Because anything can happen, people come and people go
That's why I need your confidence each and every day
I just need some reassurance so that I can be okay
 Mar 2016 Christopher Black
Torin
Someone spoke the word "love" and it gave me a flashback to watching elephants in the circus so I decided to start teaching goldfish to do backflips as an interesting parlor trick similar to pulling out a deck of cards and always randomly choosing the queen of spades

I have a flashback to a flashback in which someone spoke the word "love" and it reminded me of the Blurred Crusade and a trip to the circus and an elephant graveyard, my brain is a goldfish in a fishbowl (watch me turn) it's like the old parlor trick of pulling out a deck of cards and always randomly choosing the queen of hearts

My intention was never to be reasonable
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 Mar 2016 Christopher Black
Torin
One thing I've learned
Its never what you expect
So stop expecting
And enjoy instead
Whatever it is
Whatever it turns out to be

Winter turns into spring
The world is always turning
Night turns into day
Just find someone who's turning

And you will come around
 Mar 2016 Christopher Black
Torin
I am a ****** up poet
A starving artist
A punk rock Elvis
Sometimes you just gotta go all out
Because your the king
Man
And you just can't help it

Van Gogh died poor
And alone
In a field that was his last expression
He died by his own hand
And it wasn't even raining
When it should have been

I don't even see myself when I look in a mirror
And you don't see what I see when you look at me
You see a smiling lover
Enjoying life though all the struggle
I live life as Pagliacci
A ****** up poet

I put on a great show
And I weep during intermission
 Feb 2016 Christopher Black
Torin
Wait for you
In a darkened room
Light a lantern
I wait and watch
The shadows
I try to give it up
A candle you lit
Is not a light for me
I have a memory

A lantern
Without oil does the fire go out
I have no doubt
In all this doubt
That I'll be left in darkness

I tried to save a soul
Or maybe two
I failed you
I failed myself
You watched my fall
And not a helping hand
But a knife in the back
I feel you twist
You tell me that you miss me
You really don't
Your not you anymore

A lantern
If there's no oil does the fire go out
I have no doubt
I have my broken hands
I'm punching walls

You aren't you
I'm not me
What we used to be
Never again
So why pretend
Song lyrics
 Feb 2016 Christopher Black
Torin
Should I fall of the path
Should the darkness gather
And encompass my life
And the demons voice speaks loudest
Should I lose my faith
Should I become something else
With a spirit full of doubt
You will return me to the light

Let an angel guide me
The power of love, a beacon
And a hand to hold when I need someone
Let an angel guide me

Should I forget what's right
A fall into pain
And there's no light in sight
And the demons voice speaks loudest
Should I lose the faith
Lose control
And become something else
You will return me to the light

Let an angel guide me
The power of love, a beacon
And someone to hold when I'm so alone
Let the angel guide me
A song
 Feb 2016 Christopher Black
Torin
When the light
Is to bright to see
We go blind
Believing its darkness

We go blind
Running through the night
Hoping for the best
That we can

When all me need
Is each other

We are lost
Wishing for the best
Expecting the worst
We are lost

And all our love is wasted

When its dark
Too dark to to see
We need to feel
To know what is real

We are blind
Running through the night
Wishing for the best
That we can

And all our love is wasted
A song I wrote
There’s a girl
I wonder what she thinks about
I think she thinks about me sometimes
How incredible to think
That I could occupy some small corner
Of a vast consciousness so different from my own
How elusive and carefree she is
I’m somewhere in there
Tucked away
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