Imitation Of Life

Imitation Of Life

This world is my playground, mine
I lockdown the borders, I push the island away from the mainland
Detached myself through choice from this fiction called life
The only realities I acknowledge now are at the end of my own fantasies
I create my own big bang
I the creator of my own utopia
I alone and with an unpoisoned mind
My thoughts were always interrupted in the other place
I tried to blend in but it was too high a compromise
My chime didn’t fit with the mundane drone
It to me is a grotesque imitation of life.

V Topp

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Drinking-Sane-Water-Vincent-Topp-ebook/dp/B01NBX7TS9/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid

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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

The Lonely Man

The Lonely Man The sweetest taste, is bitter now My purest thoughts are poisoned through The ghost of fate, keeps mocking me From every scar I've earned, in every drink I've drowned I've felt the joy of the thing called sin I've stole and bought but never received I've had my fill, my spilling cup But now I'm empty, a shell of fear and doubt. Stand not so tall now, my voice breaks up I never believed the pace would slow Now I feel the cold and I count the suns The man who wears the guilty coat should realise, That life will have the last laugh You won't outrun your lies. And now I feel what silence means, In all its taunting Looking to the heaven I don't believe is there for me anymore I always was the bad tooth in a smile But who I was isn't who I've become. Every morning I stand in front of an unforgiving mirror Life has the last laugh, Life has the last laugh. V Topp https://www.amazon.co...

To Be Continued

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

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