Reader Of The Lost Archive

Snow Angels   Snow angels appear in the corner of our vision Blinking icy tears that scatter like silence Mourning for the glimpses of past innocences That with every footprint made become further away in the hearts and minds. Do you get frightened when on your own? Do you feel so quiet in this noisy world? The snow angels will melt And most will never know this V Topp

The Second This relationship we have is strong But I hold no illusions, nothing is forever The second I realise I'm losing you Is the second I'll fade away That's my part of the commitment. V Topp

Sniper I’m the no 1 sniper You never know I was there Out of sight, menacing I waited till I had my breathing like yours I waited till you thought, then I stole your thoughts I shot you with apathy I shot you with stupidity I shot you with hesitancy I shot you with vunerability I choose randomly There’s no big plan I take from you to make me a better man It doesn’t hurt you, you don’t realise I’ve taken from you I’m the no 1 sniper in the world.  V Topp https://www.amazon.co.uk/Drinking-Sane-Water-Vincent-Topp-ebook/dp/B01NBX7TS9/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid

The Chemistry Stays No Matter Other things scramble our thoughts,  Things that don’t matter;  Pop the cork, sip the wine,  The chemistry stays no matter. My head to your bosom,  I count your heartbeats. You touch my hair And I’m calm, I’m me. We don’t need a map for where we’re going,  We’re going off the beaten track. Age will slow but never stop us,  The chemistry stays no matter.  V Topp https://www.amazon.co.uk/Drinking-Sane-Water-Vincent-Topp-ebook/dp/B01NBX7TS9/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid

The Illuminated Age Are we meant to live in an age of information A world where there is no degrees of separation So why is there no clearer truths and realisations The illuminated age has never seemed so in the dark.  V Topp https://www.amazon.co.uk/Drinking-Sane-Water-Vincent-Topp-ebook/dp/B01NBX7TS9/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid

The Unknown Author The library is burning  Works become cinders  Embers of written life become dust  I struck the match.  I take full responsibility  Me, the author, the unknown.  So goodbye Shakespeare, Milton, Poe  Goodbye all the wannabes, forgotten, unknowns  I was the one who wiped you out It was me, the unknown author.  No one can tell me I didn't achieve notoriety I will be written about, documented and theorised over My name will mean something  My action will have spoken my words.  A changing of the guard Day one, wipe of the slate.  What is done is done  What was yours has been taken  I will no longer be judged by your standards  I will no longer be forced to bow at your greatness.  This is the start My life's work has begun Strike off the libraries one by one.  Your thoughts were stolen anyway You don't deserve, I do.  V Topp https://www.amazon.co.uk/Drinking-Sane-Water-Vincent-Topp-ebook/dp/B01NBX7TS9/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid

Thirst My sleeping partner cruelly nudges me out of calm Eyes open the hunger and thirst rises like a roar Going through the motions like a lobotimised lab rat Waiting for the cheese to drop Chasing the clock, chasing the clock, tick tick tock I need to quench this thirst I know what I need My circulation is poor, poor from the dead veins of tedium I’ve lost the thrill to live The surprise just doesn't anymore On the bus the tree branches like crooked withered old fingers Point the way, tormenting me, I work to live not the other way around Tormented by all the exit signs I see On my way to boredville again The thirst is drying me out, drop by drop, minute by minute, second by second  V Topp https://www.amazon.co.uk/Drinking-Sane-Water-Vincent-Topp-ebook/dp/B01NBX7TS9/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid

Grown up in the business,  Like their father and his father before. One was a natural, but the other bled sweat. They longed to shake off the halo,  That their father had always worn. They longed to make a new shadow,  Made up of their own individual forms. They loved him in spadefulls but hated him in bucketloads,  The family name was always the elephant in the room. The name, their name was why they had to work twice as hard.  V Topp

Every little red riding hood Walks into the forest unprepared Who would expect the wolf When your heart is the unstained innocence. He lurks here in reality, not in legend, not in folklore In the place where innocence is raped, stolen, buried The soil is crying and whimpering if you listen close enough. She knew where she was going But did not feel the eyes of envy on her Didn't notice that for every step forward The forest was spinning on its axis Where she thought she was going was not where she was headed ‘Princess run, run’ She thought she heard the wind whisper to her. Underground mines Mines where the skeleton army are made to work Till the foreman of death is board with torment The restless souls with the cruellest trick played on them The memory and thoughts remain The body’s long since decayed There is no resting place. Six feet beneath the nearest feet of innocence ‘Run Princess Run’ the wind pleads in desperation Too late The ground swallows and the wolf gives the grin o

Screaming At The Why Never wished I had, what other people have, until now Never took life for granted, always respected its mystery, until now Never was a doer, I was more a thinker But I can stay here forever trapped by my thoughts There might be universal truths There must be a universal equilibrium But how quickly life can turn a smile into a teardrop I did nothing wrong We did nothing wrong Today is the future that never arrived Today is the timeline that never materialised I could happily punch the sun from the sky, As it dared to show its face today I want to be numb, far away from this pain. Looking up Screaming at the why Tomorrow will replace But tomorrow will never replace The worst day, the worst day of my life V Topp

Don't fall out with your imaginary friend, you will have nobody to turn to

To Be Continued   So I wait for the calm to rise As I sink into my author's throne My eyes welded shut My breathing clicking to attention at silences glare. Outside noises become little gremlins That fade away like the dying breath of an echo My aura escapes me like the Northern Lights Flickering through spectrums in all the colours of my mind. This is the crossover, the moment I am at my most beautiful and vulnerable I have to give myself up to let my slate be wiped clean When I see the corridor I know I am entering the world of fiction But nothing feels so much truer than this to me. In the white room Empty apart from A white sheet of mental papyrus and my author's sword I stay here and take the flashbacks and flash forwards I write but never see the words just feel them The end I never write, Just to be continued. V Topp https://www.amazon.co.uk/Drinking-Sane-Water-Vincent-Topp-ebook/dp/B01NBX7TS9/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid

Playing In The Mindfields There is a swirling rumour that is passed down Like a generational game of pass the parcel It’s about boys and girls who are seen playing in the mindfields Some people swear blind they have seen them Some people use them as an example warning As the bogie monster, the skeleton out of the closet You have been playing in the mindfields again, haven’t you? Under the stars of the sky black night One of the villagers walks in his sleep to the mindfields Walking barefoot across the pain pebbles Carrying only a dream and a bellyful of anxiety Unconscious prayers to the dream gods, to witness something She was standing in the centre Looking for someone to follow out of the fields But it was her would be rescuers who lead her here A trust betrayed, A trust unpaid Let the children run free Le their imaginations know no borders The adults who were young once Forgotten that they too had played in the mindfields V Topp

Stress Ball My entire life has been a lie Me, the real me Has been the skater on the fractured ice Escaped prisoner of my own Alcatraz I have never lived up to my name My name was never my choice I’m tired of living this lie Counterfeit currencies of second hand energies The snatched seconds of satisfaction The snatched seconds of contentment Rebound, Rebound, My stress ball is aching and bruised V Topp

World Of Villains Hive minded satellites, float above the seas of thought Impartial observers take bets on how long apathy can yawn In limbo as gigantic hands keep on spinning the globe Keep on confusing the sanity of certainty The soul of the nations is poisoned Some swear it came through the clouds Some claim it was dormant until hatched inside us We live in a world of villains It doesn’t make sense, because it isn’t meant too So we wait to be saved, it’s always been this way The merging of normality and super enhanced capability Because in a parallel world, a world where we are All Stan Lee’s creations V TOPP

In the beginning there was thought, a lot of thought, hesitation and then it began. The beginning of the end or the end of the beginning.