Vincent Topp Poems

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
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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
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Every little red riding hood
Walks into the forest unprepared
Who would expect the wolf
When your heart is the unstained innocence.
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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
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Sneezing out solutions
Coughing up emotions
Stirring black coffee soberness
Reality pinching me.
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The flames are laughing, arguing, seductive
The words are whispered, shouted and mimed
Adventure without the risks attached
‘How was your day? ’
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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.
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I’m the writer of my own life story,
But making up the plot as I go along.
I’m the only actor in my own life story,
No scripted lines, I’ll improvise.
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The mountains scratch the sky
Birds of prey shield the sun from unprotected eyes
Nature is secure
Nature is the ruler.
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There’s a wind that’s blowing in my face,
As everybody else walk’s with ease,
It’s trying to knock me sideways,
It’s trying to bring me down to my knees;
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