theforgottenfew

Untitled By Victoria Phillips Time has turned the world around. Darkness has seeped right into me, From the blood red ground. Tears run from my muddy face, Because ive lost my can of mace. These times all retracted, My words all that have been wrote, connected. Horrors like the silent train, Or of the rotted body and brain. All of which serve their purpose. To relinquish the things of old, Knowing not of whats to come, Only of what has passed. Pain and sorrow and even, Even, my own death. A loss of heart and those who love, And will always be loved. The never-ending dark and, Never-ending loneliness. The finding of a home

Time By Victoria Phillips There is no place for time to slow Or is there? We will never know. My heart, a desolate waste. To go through, you must go with haste. In this barren land, time just stops, And there are no cops, Cops that keep my heart against will. The hole that's there will never fill. I've lost all who have made my day. The same ones who have helped me on my way. Not in a while daylight has it seen, My heart, that is, will never glean. Loved ones locked away so far, Hidden behind a large long bar. There is no place for time to slow. Or is there? I do know. It may not slow, but it does stop. Does that count? We

The Deathly Calling By Victoria Phillips I'm tired of trying, Tired of dying, Tired of living with doubt. Forever forgotten, While never forgiven, Always erased from time. All of the lying, Mixed with the crying, Makes anyone want to pout. Things oh so rotten, Making me forever smitten, Causing me to create these rhymes. Sadness bows my head in shame, I'll never be able to reach fame, Infamous 'til the day I'm dead. Anger anticipates my every move, Causes my feet to shuffle with the groove, Everyday grinds for every day binds. Among these zombies around me came, zombies coming to do nothing but maime, A bat is what they'

The Dancer II By Victoria Phillips Turn and twist. Spin and stop. Sway in time The music it rhymes. Hips and wrists so graceful. Entrancing with their beauty. Rolling the body. Twisting the waist. Beats go faster. Heart sounds louder. Blood flows smoother. Her skirt in its many peices, Flows so fast its in blurs. The greens and blues and browns all connected. Feet moving so fast it looks, Looks as if she floats. Her body is magic, Never a flaw to be seen. The audience is so silent, Mouths agape with pride. She never stops, Forever is her body twisting. The turning and rolling of the graceful girl. Dancer she is, Fo

The First Day of School By Victoria Phillips There you stand all alone in the crowded hallway. You look around, and out of all the familiar faces you recognize, no one seems familiar. Everyone you know is gone and all that is left is emptyness and ever since, you've been looking for someone to get to know. Then all of a sudden someone appears from behind, they ask your name and give you theirs. All the while your words almost fail because you're thankful that their is someone who wants to get to know you. You smile as you both talk, and wonder if there is a hidden meaning in their speaking to you. But yet you can only think of how thankful