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Nov 2015 · 493
No Dawn
Adam Mott Nov 2015
In the shadow of your heart
Dancing madly to a song I vaguely remember
The darkness and coloured lights consume me
All blown up, bigger than life

Now I'm gone, now I'm dead
Always a part of such emotional twilight
A figment of imagination
Lying to myself with vigor and fight

Finding my way back from Heaven,
Ignoring the sound of your beating heart
I stay in the dark, reading

The stars and the moon tell me it'll be okay
Though I know my heart will ache from that day
A shadow cast upon it's read and weary face
Love that cannot be cast out
No dawn from this twilight
I brought you home, all the way home
Nov 2015 · 797
The Worst
Adam Mott Nov 2015
All the fish know what you did that day
They told the dolphins and the whales
The sharks were present, to no avail
To them, you are the boogeyman

Claws deep with colours of paint
Lips a flame with much the same
Eye touched up and down with brush strokes gentle and fierce
Eyebrows plucked and ears pierced
Covered in the scent of a thousand chemicals,
Feet bound in leather bands
Ready to claim your victory over man

Seething with shallow banter
Narrowed in, deciding prey
Out you pounce
Certainly not a daughter of the day

Something different
Dark and perverse
With emotions flat, stuffed in your purse
You make your choice
You're the worst
Rawr, growl, purr, pow
Nov 2015 · 365
The Baupto
Adam Mott Nov 2015
Run it back
Fuel the ice in the chamber sockets
Deliver fish to bears of intent
Watch a salad become a man

Position the camera gingerly
Record your iconography
Melting now, a glacial hare
Vast and galloping
Laughing in a pattern of mystery
Nov 2015 · 378
In January
Adam Mott Nov 2015
I am tired
By January, I'll be dead
But still not free
Music will play
The seasons will change
Nobody will remember me

But for now, looking at a severed tree
I would taste the sap with eyes of honey
Impassable is this position
Down to the ocean within the sea
All my ground had left me

All the November rain was snow by then
Three years ago, the law of man
A mall full of memory
Tastes like what I wanted it to be

Spring but a creation of modesty
I am the sea now, it has become me
All they wanted, all I was
The sea, the deepening of cold and dark
Of me
Nov 2015 · 332
Visions
Adam Mott Nov 2015
The streets are bright neon
Loud and pink
Purple surging through the cobblestones
Fast and rhythmic, like the sound of a thousand heartbeats
Colours coalesce and scream out
Noise is taste and violent vision
Figuring into the minds eye, a million different anecdotes of a past gone by

A Husband and his Wife entering their house, beyond a white picket fence
A soldier and his last breath shared with an old photograph and a six dollar lighter
A payphone call made to a time when somebody still cared

With their faces towards the fence
Looking in on a familiar little scene
A TV in a basement, a couch nearby
A wooden duck and some magazines
Eyes aching, throat burning
The fence becomes you

The sense of memory, vibrant and overpowering
Questions becoming creatures, the landscape a picture of confusion
The other side, barren and clear
The only feeling left after hope and fear
Not a moment wasted
The city a tear
Nov 2015 · 380
We're the Worst
Adam Mott Nov 2015
My life has become this nostalgic reverie
Self-referentially bound to memory
Seeking the brightest moments
Tainting them with pain from late August days
June was the true end I suppose
From those loving memories, I derive joy and hope
Silly of me, I know

So it's been awhile since we shared a car ride
You've been with me in dreams, the waking world darker than before
These things guide me through the night
Serving to help me live in the town of memory

Watched the worst, heart drawn and quartered
Little creatures drawing images of what we knew
And all those golden times that I still love so
In dreams and memory

I suppose it's really done
Over and gone, just like that
I haven't really been me in a while
Maybe I never had been to begin with
But I like to think I was starting to figure it out

Look, whatever it is that you do now
The genuine you that few truly know
I hope it makes you happy
I hope you wake up with a smile every day
I hope it keeps you warm and fulfilled
Becuase I really miss you
And I think it would be a waste for us to both feel this way
If life is going to keep on like this

Emotions are complicated
Being young is hard and confusing
None of this is easy
None of this is supposed to be
It's what we make of it
What we do with it

Call me
Life doesn't **** now. It's not impossible or devoid of hope, but it was better with you in it. I have no idea if you read this freeform ****  if you care enough to occasionally peruse my admittedly emotionally self-indulgent poetry.
So yeah, thanks.

Also I just grabbed the top tags because reasons
Nov 2015 · 508
Since Last Time
Adam Mott Nov 2015
Honesty here, a poem without prose for context
A broken silence regarding misspoken terms delivered
I don't remember asking you to leave me here
I now wander the streets at night, alone
You're over there, sitting in a soft and new leather chair
A little bit closer to finding who we are going to be
And that's how I rationalize all that has been going on without you

I mean, honestly
I have no clue what it is you now do
Are you aware of how you make me feel?
Defying, lying if I did not mention that it hurts to see you
Is it alright that it makes me sick with heartache?
Is it okay to admit that sometimes I wish I was no longer me?

Yes, because I have always been open with you
I'm a little bit closer to finding the real me
A thousand miles have probably gone by
A hundred new faces introduced and internalized
Friends have dragged me to the gym more times than I can count
Since we last spoke
A litre of tears transpired thanks to you

I'm lying if I say I never keep my eyes wide open
Looking for you
If I laid eyes on you, what would I even do?
Would I ask you to come on a walk with me?
Take a chance and ask for a dance?

If I close my eyes I can see it now,
But if I did that and it never came true?
I would lose another piece of me
To you
And that is why I have yet to speak
To you

Now you know,
You get it, I guess
I am not opposed to discussion
I want to know what is going on with you
I just cannot be your friend
That is a role I will never pretend
Nov 2015 · 363
Patterns
Adam Mott Nov 2015
What would you say if you came back?
What would you see?
What would you feel?
What would you do?

I built a house for all our memories
I fashioned a basket for all my attempted remedies
I tried to sell a few of my emotions
I tried, but I still only think of you
I know that I'm in love with you

A trumpet plays
A sax wails
A guitar inquiries upon the night sky
A thousand things happen when I think of you

Look at these eyes
Look at my lips
Look at our hearts
Look at what you did to me

To hang out again
To admit we miss it
To maybe say sorry
To listen to the rain together
To try and go out in poor weather
To drink another coffee with you
To let loose and share all we knew and know

I felt life for the very first time
It broke me from patterns I was stuck following
Taught me to stop being afraid

Yeah, I get that I could be too much
I let my love be the number one priority
Before careers or hobbies
That's what I did for the girl that helped me feel life for the very first time
I jumped in, all in
I apologize if I was too much over the course of the years
It was something I could have worked on
If only you had told me so
Yeah
Adam Mott Nov 2015
A church is in ruins
A holy place defaced
You were alone, a lie
Among the living, walked
Like a statue made of gold

Lost in the former
Gone out with the tide
All that was worth fighting for
Gone now, died

Waves lap at the shore like angry thrusts
The lights of the city wave like a *****
The wind, a stranger
The kids all board the school bus
Lacking pity, empathy formless

They say you might find what you are looking for
A ballroom dance sang loudly to the ceiling boards
Nonsensical words that come streaming out
The taste in my mouth, the sound when I shout
I wonder what it is that you are looking for
Gold, wine, success, money, fame
All these prizes delivered at the end of this sick game

Run to the lights of the city
Pass the moments for which most pray will transpire
Hire a carrier, command the world from your throne of foresight
For, in hindsight, maybe this was not such a good idea after all
Perhaps, it is only human for us to trip
For us to fall
My fault, not yours
Erase it all
The struggle of an Arts Major
Oct 2015 · 569
Dead Nation
Adam Mott Oct 2015
Admissions go as I near a suicide
Closing my eyes, wishing to die
This dark place has become my home
It's emotions are dead, alone I roam

Hurting for long now
Lost and distraught
I tire of this life
I lose a lot

Things which I intended to be a part of
Long gone now
People I gave my heart to
All in another rotation
Here I sit
In this dead nation
Oct 2015 · 850
Our Young Years
Adam Mott Oct 2015
Ninety-nine cents for my best friend
A drive to the mall
Turned around gracefully
Never meant to let you down
A coffee full of tea
Confusion in conversation
Emotional reactions to being unseen

You never voiced any concern until it was too late for me
Left on my own in a great big sea
All I could do was be brave
Dreaming the same things

The next day I buried that version of me
Shallow was the grave, ready to be raised if need be
Nobody asked where he went
They could already see

Potentially wasting my lungs on this
Too much time and energy
Try to feel all things
Intense and clear
Feelings resonating off every wall

It was never a waste of our young years
Time spent with you
I miss every moment
Not because I had someone
But because I had you, Olivia

Now, dreams are ribbons to the wind
As I find my way home again
Cold and confused
Tending to a heart now bruised
I remain me, strong and stubborn
Things I have learnt still colour me
But I will never call these years a waste

No, they meant the world to me
Thank-you
For everything
I'm reaching out in the way I know how. I'm thankful for all that happened and I miss it so, I just can't believe such a little thing made it go. I see that I had issues with being too much, it was something I could have fixed if you had told me. But that was then and this is now, I have grown as a person, I see it now. I love you and wish you could see who I have become. I wanted to let you know I figured it out and am sorry for my part in this.
Emotions, right?
Oct 2015 · 413
C.B's
Adam Mott Oct 2015
In a coffee shop
Wrapped up in fumes and steam
Getting cups and covers
Checking and crossing
The till beeps in time with the bell above the door

Beans drying faster than your skin
Warm air, hot coffee
Lights up, sun down
Mums and dads, babies and kids
Friends and family
Dates, first, middle, last

Getting up early, closing down late
It all happens in a day
Each new cup served with a story to come
Caffeinated dreams waiting to be ground
With a shot of espresso to speed up the process.
You are still more beautiful than I can describe.
Life is love and sometimes the truth is what you have to hide
Oct 2015 · 260
Healing
Adam Mott Oct 2015
I've got a mess that's mine
Undefined and restless
Ringing out angrily
It surrounds everything
Searching for a cure
I see nothing but a window anymore

I keep looking out it, the yard overgrown and wild
I tell those outside not to wait
Keep on going, keep on up
I'll be out of here in certain time

The drain unclogged, most goes down
The big pieces were easier to clear after some pain
The little ones refuse to go down
Stuck in places hard to reach, I struggle to get by

Eventually, the light comes to aid me
Easing this restless mind
Together, we clean this house
The rest will come in time
Oct 2015 · 635
King Street
Adam Mott Oct 2015
Chasing down the rising light
Wounded hearts and gentle souls
The feeling familiar to your childhood home
Warm little hands needing to be held
Bells ringing in time with the sway of her steps
Quiet times leading to hushed smiles
All the dreams now going away
Roads paved with memories and hope
Leatherbound books and tiny guitars
Her perfume I remember still so far removed from time and space
The smell, like coming home
A house by the lake, big and full
Eyes tired from the sea of it all
Taste so familiar it could be a memory
I'll always love, a symptom of being who I am.
Oct 2015 · 856
Such a Talent
Adam Mott Oct 2015
Couple peaches floating down the river
Fall leaves cool and quiet drift aimlessly
Knowing how hard it can be to see
You don't understand infinity
Such a talent to deploy
A town of snowglobes unemployed

Such things can be tasted before sunset
The moments of crisp light
Something you cannot find on the internet
Oct 2015 · 694
The Monologue
Adam Mott Oct 2015
Lay me down
Upon a river of sticks
Pour out your heart
Strike the match
Watch me burn

Tie the knot
Secure the cement to my feet
Remove the blindfold
Look at me
Eyes linger, hands meet
Down I go
To the murky abyss

So you watched me, coffee in hand
Cold from neglect
Joy in my eyes
Lacking in hate
Not a disguise

For all you try
I simply cannot
Hate that which I am
Respect the memories
Loved you well
After you left
Endured certain Hell
Now I am here
And you, there

Could not ask what
Would not ask why
Complicated is my head
It's jungle overgrown
My heart once your kingdom
Now overthrown

Watch me go
Taste it fade
Dream my face
Whisper my name
Draft for script 14 V.2
Tags serviced for viewer distribution, not accuracy
Oct 2015 · 368
From the Shelf
Adam Mott Oct 2015
Sometimes I like to just close my eyes and drift away
Dream that maybe tomorrow will be a better day
Hopefully the dawn will eat at all this decay
Leading to a love I could feel
One that comes from me, not someone else
Been burned, frozen out
Left to breathe in a room with no oxygen
Tired of all these trees shifting and swaying
Regardless off all my trials, I still enjoy praying
To who I do not know
Some entity that I feel loves me so
Maybe I am weak
Possibly so
Regardless I fight back the tears
I will not go
I'm here today and will be tomorrow
This life is too short to be this way
Too beautiful to live it on a shelf
Oct 2015 · 375
Angrily Confused
Adam Mott Oct 2015
Cool stretches of imagination colour this land
I hold your picture
My hand trembles
Visualizing the way sunlight catches your eyes
I was there, you were near

Now I wonder
Under the sea in fear
With music blaring that I can no longer hear

The deal was raw
The trade was a head of false words
You sent me a bouquet of thorns
A mind full of fear

Resenting nothing but the shadows
Questioning what occurred in the darkest corners of time
Only they know
Only I can surmise

Deserving to be angry
A flame corrupted by the stream
Nothing erupts out but steam
Know I know
I ask you
Leave my dreams
More confused than mad.
Oct 2015 · 315
What is NEXT
Adam Mott Oct 2015
Who am I
How did I get here
At what time did I realize
That all I knew was wrong

I had no idea you felt this way
Several hundred nightmares did not foretell

Now I sit, in a new way
Everything I knew is different
Xenophobic reactions to my own existence
The future is already in play
I ask you
Oct 2015 · 299
I think, maybe?
Adam Mott Oct 2015
I feel it coming

More and more
Into the shore, lapping like water
Soon, it will be only memories
So will you

I hate this feeling
Tired and confused

All I could imagine doing
Looks better with you
Lest I forget
Oct 2015 · 319
Mausoleum
Adam Mott Oct 2015
Made up of memories
Asleep in the eyes of Destiny
Unable to breathe properly
Still looking for the meaning
Open and close, all the same
Love, a drug to be imposed
Even when I was happy
Under it all
Maybe I was hurting
We exist through this
Oct 2015 · 663
My Love, Weigh You Down
Adam Mott Oct 2015
Did my Love weigh you down?
Anchor you to a place of hurt or confusion?
Could you identify when it happened?
At least tell me what Season?
What went first? Was it the heart or the soul?
Body or mind?
Whatever happened to "I love you more"?
What about these memories weighed you down?
Did the water swallow you whole?
Did the play become all you know?
Was this some grand act, a temporary segue from the truth?
Could you honestly tell me it meant as much to you?
I still dream about us sitting in the park, a blanket beneath us
Dreaming about our bodies entwined, warm and right
The good and the bad
What out of all this weighed you down?
Inspired by the song by Early Winters
Sep 2015 · 550
The Love Infinity
Adam Mott Sep 2015
I hope you have the biggest smile
A hearty laugh that is so familiar to me
I want to know you live the life you crave
This is for you
The girl that loved me
I feel the pain of your absence
I hope you feel the same for me
The boy that loves you
I think too often
Drink too much
Act out in my head
But I hope you never fret
I walk through the dark, thinking about the light
I feel so much of so little
And I miss the feeling of you with me in bed
The kids we used to be
This Love is me, this love is the kid I will always be
The adventures we would hope to see
I mourn them with tears and a smile
I have no idea what is next
I hope we can one day meet again
Until then,
I Love you with all I can
This Love is me, this love is the kid I will always be
-Addy
Sep 2015 · 1.2k
The Future is Coming Out
Adam Mott Sep 2015
On top of the city
Looking to the past
We all appear so small
Like an ink black heart,
You see nothing at all

I wonder what your city looks like now
I cannot hide it
I want you to know
Oh God, did you forget?

I mean none of this as an insult
I speak out of pain and loss
Hope and Love
Not bitterness or hate
I miss that pretty face
Those eyes full of bliss
The kids we used to be

Inside myself I feel the pain
Every time it rains
I make this bed
And breathe real deep
I know I can make this happen
The future is coming out
Yeah, the future is out
And nothing can stop me from happening
Why the world lets things go, I'll never know
Sep 2015 · 337
Every Moment Since
Adam Mott Sep 2015
Walking to your house
Unlocking the door
You smile like before
It quiets my fears
Warms my soul
And I know I do not need to ask
"Do you love me? Do you love me now?"
And like that song said,
"I hope you had a great summer, a great summer away"

You smoked a few cigarettes
I sat outside and regretted it
I looked your way, a thousand kilometers gone in a day
You starred in a play

Clothes still in my house
Picture still by my bed
I hope it was all you wanted
Those last few weeks

I could take my Prozac and go back to bed
Or drive these thoughts from my head
Lay beneath the Fall Sun
Bathe in memory
Or dust off and learn to breath
Again
I still breath
Aug 2015 · 1.2k
Have I Ever
Adam Mott Aug 2015
Have you ever cried because you felt so alone?
Have you ever been left outside in the cold?
Have you ever lived in a home that did not feel like your own?
Have you ever wiped the shadows from your heart, only to find bone?
Have you ever seen these eyes?
Have you ever been hurt by lies?
Have you ever left this life?
Have you ever had to say goodbye?
Have you ever had your heart ripped out and put on display?
Have you ever wished you could remember how to pray?
Have you ever wished you could just die?
Have you ever closed your eyes with the intent to never open them again?
Yes. I have
Aug 2015 · 587
Things I Need to Say
Adam Mott Aug 2015
I love you
And with these lungs
I let my vocal cords see
The pride that left my mind
When the mouth was not the same
As the nights, I spent alone

Far up North
In an old home
Like a pistol used for fun
The killing kind
I come undone

As the guitar breaths and sighs
I see you as you see me
When all but the last of the light dies
A piano charmed into elation
As a clock overspun
Come undone

Days to go
Few in front of me
Journeys end, finally
Coming back
Lovingly
I've had a difficult time being back home this summer, it is a strange place filled with people I no longer feel as though I know. Those that fill me with love and hope almost exclusively reside far from this place, although not entirely. I look forward to being back where I belong, yet I know that I need the money this place provides and must swallow my pride and desires. This is the last time I will be able to participate in such a summer and as this is true, I must realize my own mortality and appreciate that.
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Jul 2015 · 249
Untitled
Adam Mott Jul 2015
Water cool and serene
Burning under what I thought was hard
High and solid
Full to the brim
You could always see me struggling
Thinking of what to say
Playing others games

Green and dark
Brown and stark
Around we go
Every second my favorite part

Blending into ours
Light so bright it's hard to start
Keeping the past in the present of our hearts
Burning with a low hum

Forged in fire and ice
Cold and wet, full of lights
Shimmering and low
High and below

Coast to above
All seen through a perspective lens
Would you not take my hand again?
Jul 2015 · 315
Summer Skin
Adam Mott Jul 2015
Wrapped up in summer dress
Loose to the wind
White to the best

Laying down
Shimmering white
I ask if she has ever seen the moon
She responds, "Only at night"

Summer skin, high and thin
Juice fills the bin
Light all the rest

Spread out coast to coast
Hoping to find the gold
That eludes most
Adam Mott Jul 2015
Figured a head or two
Bought a barrel of laughs and sold a few
Looked to the horizon for a foreign God
When nothing answered back
I found that odd

Went to the market in search of rare breads
When in fact all I found was a hole in my head
How did it get there I wondered
Loud and clear
It took a moments delay to hear what I feared
A shot from a gun
Loud and clear

That foreign God had come
To take all that I held dear
Sleep Deprivation is alive and well in this nation
Jul 2015 · 459
Morn'in
Adam Mott Jul 2015
Fluttering eyes opening fresh and alert
Inquisitive and hungry
Upwards and over to the bathroom
Shrug the sleep off sickly
Remembering last night
You called me "buddy"
So, we joked a little
Drank a little
Forgot the time and made some memories
Now, in the soft light
Hold your breath
Brush your teeth
Walk steady to the day
Full of heavy memories of the moonlight
Adam Mott Jul 2015
Work me like a whittled bone
Locked inside at a quarter to four
A drink in my hand
A knock at the door

Curl me up
Beaten and bruised by that which came before
Ignite the flames
Close the door

The bottle is empty
A glass on the floor
All look neat when your realize
Whom I did see at the door
Jul 2015 · 470
A Different Reading
Adam Mott Jul 2015
To those that have no fear
Waiting,
A wine glass full of tears
Whose shadow songs wail with gold
Aside a heart so dear
Quietly patient
A chase through the night
With heels by the door
Through the hushed dust
Her ashen hair awaits
Jul 2015 · 297
In the Hushed Dust
Adam Mott Jul 2015
To those that have no fear
Which wait and hold each wine glass full of tears
Whose shadow songs wail with gold
Aside a heart so dear
Quiet and patient
With heels by the door
In the hushed dust
With ashen hair it waits
Jul 2015 · 367
A Letter to Youth,
Adam Mott Jul 2015
I am tired
Cold and weak
The things I remember
Are the things I seek
Warmth, Love, Gentleness
That which you give to me
Held in an embrace
An epiphany
I have had this dream many times
Could there be a time where I could feel alive
Yes, soon and near
All that I prayed for
That which I hold dear
Six weeks and a penny more
Enough time to stare at the mirror behind the door
To bid farewell to a life of photographs
The truth of it all
Never wanted to hurt you all
But now it is time
I fear but do not
It is time to go
Can someone give me a line
Something comforting to say to you?
Time and me,
I know one day I will be back to see
Until the end
We will remember it all
The young lives
Our shared memories
To Home and the people left behind
Jul 2015 · 341
Inertia in Love and Dreams
Adam Mott Jul 2015
One day
Awake without negative fire
Or sea light
A vague idea of right
Time and waves
Together as one
Allowing leave from the past
A 20 year past
Stuck to fridges
Mantles
Walls
With this, form up
What is familiar enough
Sacrificed for love
With thanks to above
With time and waves
This is all that really matters anymore
To Liv
Jul 2015 · 361
Eight Week of Fourteen
Adam Mott Jul 2015
Here is a song to you
Written on the cover of red, white, blue
Midnight and it's dream rights
The places where I wait for you
Quickly fading in the rear-view
Heading towards my lucky few

Meet you at the home of us
Touch you in the realm of trust
Stretching throughout the causeways
Have to do all this living
Choose to do it with you

We are the lost, holding hands
The only sanity in a realm of descent
We are the old souls
Waiting for the world to mend
To Liv
Adam Mott May 2015
You are the early 2000s playlist in my memories
A poster ******* and faded, advertising a white face
Pictures of the past I struggled to survive
The words which I spewed on a dime

I still dream of the things I want to say
I want to be your good time
But also your whole life
You see, this is the dilemma in my own weird way
But I don't want to fall back and die
Or live beside the ocean
Because that would be the same as all my other days
Lonely
May 2015 · 437
The Tune on Key
Adam Mott May 2015
There is a place in my heart filled
With whims and dreams
The Poet and his Muse
Both dreaming of lazy days and long lives
Giving all to
Time and Space

Loving and sifting
Till it settles right
Love which is unfading
The young dawn at midnight

We have no caution, forgetting the cold
Keeping up with one and others pace
Holding onto each other
Eye to eye
Face to face

In the darkest and brightest of times
I could live a lifetime with you
Give it another couple round-trips
And still be waiting for you

Love is wading through the darkness,
You as the only light
Just as it should be-
My star on a moonless night
I love you, Liv
Apr 2015 · 612
The Cabin of Home
Adam Mott Apr 2015
I know not what holds tethers and tools
It could be these dreams of mine
Or any other young man
Now I must insist you keep feeling

On my own I think of a place
One which in my heart I know to exist
Small and wet, full of life and silence
Wood and carbon it sits amongst dreams
Nestled quietly in its own space
In the windows I see her
Great brown eyes adorn her face

I cannot be the only fool to feel such things
For the immensity of intrusive each emotion brings
Regardless of foundation or sound
I shall forever search out that holy ground
A dream and place far but close
Apr 2015 · 405
Kings
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
Apr 2015 · 645
On Serenades
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
Apr 2015 · 332
Covers
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
Apr 2015 · 390
Backseat Readin'
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
Apr 2015 · 587
Smash Cut
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?
Apr 2015 · 309
Fph-sssh
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
Apr 2015 · 235
14 weeks
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
Apr 2015 · 260
Blixop
Adam Mott Apr 2015
Push off
Into the tired bay
All the clouds
Where are they

Took a step
To the unknown
We played hide and seek
We were young

Told you I could sit the shore
Far afield
Younger
Apr 2015 · 416
Breakdown
Adam Mott Apr 2015
I'm ******, I'm angry
I've thrown all my whiskey into the water
The city is filled with smog and hate
Debris clogs the oceans, smoke on the hills
How do I breath
When I must shout

The fumes are rising up
My time is near gone
I'm frustrated with this cause
This cursed gift I have come to bare

This song I need sung
Is too busy being stretched thin
How could I smile in fairness
When time and space are so cruel

When September comes
Where will I be
Apr 2015 · 555
A Letter to the Infinite
Adam Mott Apr 2015
Great letters sprawled out
Upon the sky they lay
Cold and small
Hypocritical in description and nature
Awaiting times of heroes and danger
With rhythm and without

The long echoing halls of time ponder their shouts
Beneath the sea where the creatures hunt
Above the mountains and giant's guts
Through the very core of the earth
Above the lover's hearth

With a flash of blinking light an epic journey begins
Handed to parents in garb of red and shine
With a snip you are free
Free to go
To make mistakes and learn things which you yourself think it worth to know

Little hands grasping your guardians
Growing, learning, as the world sets about wearing you thin
Paths opening and spiraling out
Leading to new horizons of joy and doubt
Heartbreak, big and small

With your pup you sing
"Goodbye toys, goodbye ball"
"Goodbye childhood, goodbye home"
Before you know it you have done your best to let go,
All on your own
Nothing to your name but memories and hope

School and work, the risks you take
If you are strong, a life you will make
With vigor and fury could you find and ask a person to stay?
Married and happy, kids on the way
A dog, a house, a mortgage to pay
Ambitiously vague, forever wishing to live in these days

The kids follow your path, tried and true
Growing and singing,
"Goodbye toy, goodbye ball"
"Goodbye parents, goodbye familiar halls"
"Talk to you later Ma and Pa"
Off they go, to the great unknown
And without time at all
"Return
A family of their own

For golden years you and yours will bask in life
Christmas, Easter, Halloween too
Florida when it's cold, Home when it is not
Restrictions of funds lessened and gone
Your body now frail and old
Savoring each laugh, remembering each transition
Summer to Fall
Warm and dear, you cling to it all


And one day, with that same flashing light you will go out,
Transported someplace new
For a journey without the mortal coil which once confined you
A new unknown to sing about
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