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I don't want to live in this world anymore
Someone send me to the ISS
Let me float through the void
Looking down at everything I once called life

I don't want to live in this world anymore
Someone send me to Mars
Let me join the rovers
Looking out over a solitary landscape

I don't want to live in this world anymore
Someone give me a spaceship
Let me explore the galaxy
Looking for somewhere new to start

I don't want to live in this world anymore
Someone send me to a world
Let me discover new species
Looking for that elusive sentience

I don't want to live in this world anymore
Someone give me to an alien
Let me study them and their ways
Looking over their creations

I don't want to live in this world anymore
Someone help me escape
Let me breathe in fantasy
Looking for something more than who I am
 Nov 2015 Adam Mott
emma jane
Eden
 Nov 2015 Adam Mott
emma jane
Anger is a little boy in a ripped jacket
who plays tag with Stability too close to a cliff.

Confusion is a child with tangled hair and a purple shirt
who enjoys running circles around Content turning
her flower crowns into razor blades.

Depression is a pale girl with sad eyes who plays
red light green light with Happiness near that old garden
they called Eden who lately seems to be dying.
Hello lovely people! I hope you enjoy!!!
My poem may be yours indeed
In melody and tone,
If in its rhythm you can read
A music of your own;
If in its pale woof you can weave
Your lovelier design,
'Twill make my lyric, I believe,
More yours than mine.

I'm but a prompter at the best;
Crude cues are all I give.
In simple stanzas I suggest -
'Tis you who make them live.
My bit of rhyme is but a frame,
And if my lines you quote,
I think, although they bear my name,
'Tis you who wrote.

Yours is the beauty that you see
In any words I sing;
The magic and the melody
'Tis you, dear friend, who bring.
Yea, by the glory and the gleam,
The loveliness that lures
Your thought to starry heights of dream,
The poem's yours.
I didn't know
the 'I love you's you gave me
were borrowed.
 Nov 2015 Adam Mott
Cecil Miller
We three wished upon a star.
One is fairest, one had the car.
One is the bind that is the love.
We three stare at clouds above.

Slowly, softy, changing shape;
Like we; folding, holding, loosening chape,
Warmth of breath upon taut strength.
We roll, and stick, and cling.

For each other, we sustain.
Pleasures ache, quakes refrain.
Touch brings shivers, slivers wide,
Ever growing, rolling tide.

Upon the Earth, beneath the sky.
We three embrace, nuzzle, sigh.
We recede from the crest.
Reluctantly, we rise and vest.
I wanted to write something a little ******, but also a bit on the alternative side, a little bit of the underground.
behind those impenetrable barrier
i saw a beautiful  man wearing black
his face is veiled by white cloth
he seems so lost
the stained blood in his veiled cheek
like he cry a thousand droplets of blood
the dulled in his eyes and the gloomy of the place
i aim to touched and smashed those invisible walls
with the mighty of my own hand
but not even my entire power can resist!
only you can shatter those walls if you're at inside
i attempted to shout at him
'help yourself darling!'
but not even my powerful voice
could penetrated those barriers
i cried at his painful situation
to my horror
he stares at me!
with his icy cold stare
he smiles!
those smile...
i remember those smiles i used to have
he slowly walks into my direction
and touched those invisible barriers
but he didn't attempted to fractured those walls
he talks but i can't comprehend what he whispered
i follow the move on his lips saying
'it's okay. i'm okay here'
he smile again
those painful smile
slowly, he unveiled his face
but what frightened me are
his face!
his looks!
that is me!
what's going on?!
i felt dizzy
maybe my mind is tricking on me!
slowly, my vision became blurry
drifting away in this melancholic place

i black out

©IGMS
the man in my dreams
 Oct 2015 Adam Mott
Dhaye Margaux
~~@~~

I am human in this big world
I might be warm, I might be cold
Sometimes I'm weak I need to hold
A heart of gold, a heart of gold

If I'm afraid I wear a hood
I don't do all the things I could
Sometimes I feel to hide my mood
I'm not so good, I'm not so good

In my weakness, I still feel strong
I find my voice and sing my song
Though I don't know where I belong
This can't be wrong, this can't be wrong

When I am strong, I never boast
Though triumphs need a simple toast
Like ship that sails into the coast
Back to my post, back to my post

I am human, I tell this straight
Sometimes I see you fill my plate
I would get mad, I also hate
I am not great, I am not great

I cannot see myself somehow
How I will smile a year from now
But I believe God will allow
I take a bow, I take a bow

~~@~~
I am not perfect.
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