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 Aug 2014 Adam Mott
Jonny Angel
Those dudes hung out under the streetlight on Fridays and Saturdays.
Between the four of them,
there were twenty-one tattoos,
ranging from Celtic tribal
to devils & one broken heart.
They'd trade stories
about love & hate,
cheap dates &
high maintenance girls.
Every now and then,
one would get lucky & fall in love.
But they always came back.
I've never been sure
if they were major ****-ups
or just sentimental,
missed the group.
 Aug 2014 Adam Mott
David Leger
I'll return one day, as all falls into place,
I'll return to see you in my aging ways.

But when you see me, know this:
I've only come home to fade away.
I hate them more than anything, but they'll always be part of me, and I'll always love them.
 Aug 2014 Adam Mott
David Leger
Late night car rides,
Empty pints of *****,
A one-night ecstacy,
With a heartbreak dawn:

She shows her shallows,
As if they're great depths;
A cry of sorrow? Honey,
You ain't seen nothing yet.

She's not an open book,
She's just a bookmark type of personality.
Stuck between the pages of something more interesting,
Like a catalog or a Cosmo magazine.

Oh, she's always just caught between someone's pages,
With bits and pieces of their's stories rubbing off on her,
But them words don't look the same tattooed on her, oh no.

So stop pretending you're the deepest sea,
Your pretentious crap never fooled me.
Meant to be a spoken word, the tone is sort of casual carelessness, or a passive aggressively condescending. Hopefully that helps you to understand the tone of this piece.
 Aug 2014 Adam Mott
David Leger
Her lips against my skin,
My hand caressing her ****** thighs,
This night where I am within her.

I'll bleed my passion into her depths,
As she ***** the breath from my lungs,
And the tides that bring her ecstasy,
The still night is broken as she cries joy.
A tribute to the Nightwish song of the same name.  Experimenting with eroticism.
 Aug 2014 Adam Mott
David Leger
All her shattered faces
Scatter the darkened floor
Her scent lingers in the evening breeze,
Dancing with the open door.

She used to fill my heart whole
With marrow of life unending,
But as I hear love's bell's defening toll
My heart is left unmending.

Now left only with an empty core,
(Oh God, how I hate this dying heart!)
Your broken sighs don't call me anymore
As these strands of life begin to part.
I hope I'm finally starting to get over you after all this time.
 Aug 2014 Adam Mott
David Leger
I search for wood in the darkest hour
In the coldest forest amid the trees
Facing the wicked winds with valour
At a toppled tree, I bend down on my knees
Collect the lumber dry and frozen
I rise and begin my journey back
Wherewith the fuel now chosen
A simple light is all I lack
she seduces my mind
with just a quickness
shes the everything iv always wanted
with a natural beauty thats more than just surface
heartfelt from her spirit
clean and strong
she is a woman in ways that just fill me with joy
fill me with longing
i was always hers
iv been hers forever
tell her be with me
take my hand
lets find that beautiful day together
be my beautiful day
 Apr 2014 Adam Mott
David Leger
A silent sea, reflecting me at eventide;
Oh how I miss the water’s caress,
Flowing over my skin like silken dress.

The Ocean Queen, in Her depths I’ll confide,
I’ll swim deep with Her by my side,
Letting my fears sink into Her vastness.
 Apr 2014 Adam Mott
David Leger
I have a secret,
don’t tell it to the others.

For the longest time,
it’s been kept to myself.

If you listen close,
you must listen with your heart.

This is not gossip;
it’s deep, but in no way dark.

Will you listen,
and promise to keep silent?

Make a promise,
and never break this pact.



I miss him,
despite his carelessness.

I miss him,
despite my cold silence.

I miss him,
and the times we shared.

I miss him,
with all my heart and soul.

I miss him,
but his lack of respect for me.

It's torn me apart;
brought me to my weakest misery.

When desperate,
I’ve gone to him seeking help.

When I loved her,
it was a joke to him.

And when she left,
he didn’t understand.

I wanted to die,
and he called my suffering weakness.

So I lied,
but I still burned inside.

And I cried alone,
While on the outside nothing was wrong.

While inside,
I slowly fell apart.



If only once,
he could understand me.

For once,
and say something real to me.

I would be happy again.
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