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Adam Mott Apr 2015
Old snow
Is something higher than you
Long rested and freshly grown
From the glass you begin

White lilies floating in outer space
No oxygen to grow
Blue roses frozen in time
Where is it you hope to go
Young child learning to sing
How big do you want to grow
Questions which it is your nature to know

You so lost
You that are afraid
Know that this is right
In your heart
To your homes

Old snow keeps growing
Far afield is your real home
Adam Mott Apr 2015
The mystery of it all
Something I often recall
I didn't want to learn you
Don't you know?
These shattered dreams above
Could a blanket cover you?

There's no going back
Time, like an empty vessel
Holding no cargo
Down we go
Like time itself

Glass in the water
Glass throughout the sea
Glass in the fear of what we have done
Glass in the sky
Glass in me

Like shattering glass
Like an empty vessel
We all break
Adam Mott Apr 2015
Over me
There lies a place
Over me
Another's face
Over me
And in this idea
Over me
Is a house
Over me
And in this house
Over me
A dream
Over me
Heavy and vast
Over me
It restricts all options but one
Over me
Win or lose
Over me
There is only love
Over me
Like a blanket
Over me
Adam Mott Apr 2015
All this talk is getting me down
These decisions are becoming pain
Trying to fix what has yet to come
Only to discover I am back where I started
Again

Watching things fall down
Splashing in big blue pits
I, too, fall
Eye to eyeball
Face to face
Where is my place in the human race

Driving to the diverging path
Hoping it is no epitaph
With the right tide may it bring me home

One day I may realize
All this time I have been eating my own lies
But for all the strength it takes
I know she was not a mustake
Adam Mott Apr 2015
Put me in a closet
A tiny room
Toss the keys
Ask if they still love you

Pick a rapid beat
Buy a guitar with restless feat
Allow your toes to fall asleep
Kiss the clouds as you gently weep

Cool and collected you sit by the door
Phone on the carpet
Head on the floor

Nothing on the radio
Bounty on the vanity
Dollars strewn throughout
Wait, what was I even talking about?
Adam Mott Apr 2015
I'm angry
A red hot fire
Burning down the world
Holes and mountains

Why would you believe what I tell you
The color is red
You have a lock on my head
It's not appropriate
You tell me that I am an idiot

Stop an dmock
Spin and lock
That is why they liked you
Yet you can't talk

A long year endures you times four
The times I plead endurance leaves me bored
I am at a cross road under a thousand eyes
Though such words are lost on you
Adam Mott Apr 2015
Emotional exhaustion running through these very veins
Intense anguish at perceived pain
It is just a few months
Weeks piled on one and other
14 weeks to be exact

Dig in like you can bare it
Something that cannot budge
We could watch the sun come up and down
Keeping the busy summer to a quick murmur

I have to see you right now
You have to see me right now

Turn up the volume
It'll help the pain
Speed it up
Keep you sane

With these words you will promise
Hug and love
Kiss those lips
Praise God above

Soon the summer will be nothing but leaves
Slowly falling to the ground
Before you know it
I will have come back around

105 work days
14 weeks
1 with you
2 times 2 plus two is 6
May I see you more
Endure through fog and wish you closer with each day
Livy
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