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Adam Mott Dec 2013
I never thought I'd find a proper end
Always thought you had let go
Thank God, it won't begin again
I now know better though

You told me lies to cover your mistakes
The one I loved is dead and gone
Told me all we built was fake
Long buried before the dawn

Was not Love that tore us apart
For I was all and more
It was selfishness, the lack of a heart
I can still appreciate the before

Thanks to you I now know
How infinitely far I can go
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Adam Mott Sep 2014
Lucky to be in Love
Could you see it that way?

Most wish for such a luxury
Perusing through heartache and misery
Yet, here we are
Happy and free
In our love which we bequeath
Could you see it that way?

With an arrow to your eye
Should water come down from such glass
As ash ridden sand castles come to pass
Will we ever be thankful for what we have?
Shooting the fantasy, fire away
Fire away, Fire away

Smoothies and cake
Health for which I was not aware before
Saying the unsaid, I happen to like this more
Instead, fire away
You'll feel better after all these waves
Fire away
Fire away, baby

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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 Dec 2013
Air was cold and present while also gentle and serene
Streets were empty with the exception of myself
Wind rushed over the exposed skin of my face and hands, a fine caress of indifference
A lone bus quietly hummed past me, lights dimmed, passengers docile
Almost a humorous sight was the great mechanical beast, large in physicality, miniscule in mindshare
The green of the grass in mid December almost could deceive one into believing it was summer if not for the biting frigidness
Benignly, I wondered if I could make this place my home come Summer
Doted upon the idea, knowing that eventually I had to return to the Land of the Sea
It was not some great death of hope to my heart, this truth,
Merely a four month gap of nothingness in between an otherwise pleasant and enjoyable existence
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Adam Mott Dec 2013
Turn the corner, the snow descends
A crowd has gathered, all dressed in white
Mourning you
Not one weeps, they know what you have done
They simple stand and stare at what could have been
The snow falls faster, the scene changes again

Now under an open sky, the moon so high and bright
All is quiet, no children of men
Here in this cold Summer, I remember,
Once warm and soft, now frigidly stiff
Memories of black and white, colour photographs of a forgotten Love
Faded beyond recognition, here, in this long hallowed night
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Adam Mott Jan 2014
Listen very carefully
You were never sweeter than salty
That smile you used to use
Simply left an impression, a bruise

Oh, precious hours
Once happened all the time
Young at heart, no longer a teenager
Her teardrops are anything but endangered

Now I'm the one whom is elated
Though I'm still happy we dated
This dear little heart is fated
For pastures conjugated
I kinda enjoy writing from this perspective. I find it harder now that I'm no longer in Love. Still enjoy taking the occasional shot at the proverbial hoop.
Adam Mott Jan 2014
Down from the belfry
A gaze and a smile
Poignancy trailing its way to my chin
Everybody seems so far away
Oh, the ground seems so friendly
Yet, I can't look away from the sky
I'm just a boy
'and it's too soon to say goodbye
Bridging lives
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
Adam Mott Dec 2013
I feel the pangs of rain on my window at night
Are you the answer that I have sought?
Can I find you breathing beside me,
Or will this be the darkest night?
Listening to the rain, as I do

Gamble and fight
Or stagnate in light of fear
I don't want to let go
For this could be it

Run with the rapids
Know the hardest part
Feel the rain, choose the light
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Adam Mott Dec 2016
Shouting at the sight of me
Eyes, clothes
Nothing but rotating degrees
Covering nothing
For, now,
You all can see
Adam Mott Mar 2015
Up till now time has been much the same
The days dying light coming to an end
Stories carrying on, lonely and lost
Peoples with dreams

For this action, their is no looking back
Under Glassy Sky
The broken segments of society
A foreign phoenix breaking free
Glassy Sky, breaking me

The history of the fall
That truth changed the color of the walls
Didn't know if the drop would hurt
Sometimes one had to wonder what was beyond
Trying many times to make a new truth

Time has already stopped
No more shadows
Can't give up if this life goes on
A people strong and cutting

Glassy Sky, breaking free
A phoenix in a foreign land whispering
For 236 Arab Spring
Adam Mott Feb 2016
A sudden heat beads down upon me
4 O'Clock
A favoured time to leave
Packed my bags, time to go
Running out of people to bid adieu

At any other time, I would have stopped Empirically
But now I continue, each state another memory I burn
Like the sound of the heat on skin
To be young and free
Aware of all that has benefited or wronged me
Like I sold my soul to the Devil
Only the Devil was a person that wanted an exchange

So down we go, state by state
Song by song
Memories flying out the window all night long
Beneath the bright summer moon
Like the heat on my skin
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm so very alive
She said equally every day
Adam Mott Jul 2016
A cruel frustration intermingling with history long surpassed
Amidst such a condition as memory allows
Righteous fury unbundled on the path
The cold realities of "Now and Then" give texture to emotions ethereal
Like the band named after the drugs, taken year after year
Only now unburdened of their weight and blandness
Not unlike a pond after a heavy rain
Traces remain in the air and body
Slight trembles in the wake of motion
Until, finally, serenity
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However, this is the textual doting dedicated to the anti-depressants I relied upon prior to bidding them farewell in the Fall of 2015.
Adam Mott Apr 2014
If you try,
You can accomplish an endless train of commands
You took me
A simple kind of man
'Creating a dreamer without rival
All his dreams in the palm of his hand

These moonlight promises
Built to last a little while longer
If you try,
They'll turn to light

Everything you touch
Breaks a link of the chain
Ending the night
With a great burst of light
Adam Mott Dec 2013
Mornings she'll never know
The feeling of sun on skin, the soft brush of a lovers hand, the passionate love of her dreamt of man
All swept away, thanks to the cruelty of our social age
Broken images and cracked screens, our generation failed to heed the call
A thousand likes and shares too late, she is too far gone to see our aversion to their hate
Tell me, who has won?
The victim, the perpetrators, or all of us,
Guilty as one
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Adam Mott May 2014
There's a place that you know how to get to
It's never very far
But a simple jaunt away
A heart filled cup at the price of half a day
For her
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
Adam Mott Mar 2016
Each bit a new skip of my heart beat
Keep playing, coffee and morning sun
Falling into bed with a smile
A colour contrast to the Fall I had
Trying not to look back

Don't skip a beat
Sip and breathe
Living and learning
Fear nothing
Not even that which came before

Higher now, closer to the truth
Becoming someone
Proud to be you
Old coves, new drives
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
Adam Mott Dec 2013
Hated sleeping alone
Dawn never the same after cold nights
Appetite to release these shackles
Run through me, every inhibition
Can feel your heartbeat

Take me to the place we met that night
Oh, be my muse
Be my muse, baby
I can't jeopardize
I only need to remember which way my feet go

Feel this song move faster
Be my muse before the end of the night
Be my muse for better or worse,
Oh, baby
Let it go tonight, be my muse, baby
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Adam Mott Dec 2013
This life
It runs to bleed
I don't really understand, baby
I need to succeed
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Adam Mott Dec 2013
Little Dear, I fear I may
Lost all affection for that blackened husk  I once called beauty
Held it small and well,
Loved it for the faults,
For that you could tell
Told you they made you, you,
Bright and pulchritudinous our imaginary future swelled
I now call that little heart Hell

Like cathedral bells,
I can ring as well
Oh, beauty,
Oh, hell,

What has this heart done to me?
Every song unfold
White smiles, pictures told
Green to brown, Ocular, tall
So many hands I have yet to hold
When it hits me, I have yet to live at all


I wanted far away
Never would I mourn,
Never did I
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Adam Mott May 2016
Reality doused upon the scoured seas
Nothing allowing for recognization of faces
Tasting the lies of one so faithless
I, phasing through the emotional paces
Grew too big for such a love so aimless
One can only imagine it was baseless
So, back through the paces
To another love
To one whom may prove love is not waste
Either way, learning yourself, shameless
Loving for the right reasons, blameless
To one day recognize a face
Beauty no longer nameless
Finding her name, finding the definition
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Adam Mott Jan 2014
I came across mine own hand
'and all the love of scorn
So, when I find myself alone
Without my love and her roses,
I smile beyond emotional thrones
Adam Mott Jan 2014
My frequency in static
I told my girl I'd see her,
See her at the end of the night
Prone to a lie, lovely-lovely
I turn to the sky
A billion engaging eyes stare back,
Extras in this insanity
Where am I?
A place to go to
Famously endeavoured to love you
Expectations so high,
I still stare towards the sky

A tear,
Something in my eye
Lets get there
Adam Mott Dec 2015
Our lives are intricate and fleeting
Spent on that which will come
That which already has
Always in the back of one's own mind

Never in the moment
Unable to treasure while beside you
Until the ride has ended
Deposited at a tree that bears no fruit
Days of Future Past
Adam Mott Nov 2016
Snow upon the land
Skies ashen gray
Cold and unperturbed
Every bit of nothing stays the same

Who is one to know the time of day
No sun, no moon
Only moral decay

Lights adorn the suburbs
Green and red
Children dreaming recklessly of days ahead

In windows and mirrors, I see my name
An idea, an entity
Someone to blame
The only season yet to change
Adam Mott Dec 2013
First one I let in, taught me to love and lose
Bleed and bruise
Recover from the worst injuries
Last time I let her in

The second one was gentle and thin
Shallow though she was, it felt like a win
Gracious was her beauty, little was her mind
After all she only wanted to fill the void in

Third girl called me Addy, too
Loved to hold my gaze and touch our lips
Never would have lost her if not for the waves
Still reminisce our perfect days

Fourth knew me better than I did
Called me out when I thought within my emotions hid
Took me to a better place,
Led me to be a better man

The Fifth had mastered the arts
Was able to sing and write, she captured all men's hearts
Took a while to realize I wanted her too
Now we write together, in Love for good

Or maybe not, as is the nature of this life
One moment, happy
The next, the loss of your future wife
Clean your tears, wash your cheeks,
Welcome to the world of any other week
Adam Mott Dec 2013
A kiss goodbye,
I cannot understand
The kiss goodbye,
It knows it's end before it has come
The kiss goodbye,
It knows it's own end when it is done
The Kiss, the very last,
Never achieved everlast
A kiss you wanted to exist in a permanent state
Niente per niente, Amore mio vecchio
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Adam Mott Feb 2014
Often times I recall the warm summer streets of my city. The sun beating down upon aged pavement as she and I lovingly travelled upon clouds of young hopeless love. The pictures I keep, now buried in folders upon folders, are proof of a time in which I lived a love intangible since. Each venture since the end I have measured and compared to this first love. Though the best has yet to come, my vision still always finds its way back to the sun soaked streets of the Port City during the happiest times of my life.
The best times yet. Much, much more to come.
Promise.
Adam Mott Dec 2013
If this is to end,
Should we not hold onto each other?
Long after the final song has played,
Would it not be better to be together?
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Adam Mott Sep 2014
Colloquial evanescence unbuckled
Made hard to find
Coffee hot and *** high
Pulling bagels out from where they hide
Mouth full of food and lies
Chew and swallow
I am fine

Weather requires a jacket day
No guests for who I can comment
Pull the door closed from the outside
Without your sun,
I appear blind


Repeat on and on
Till 5pm
Repeat all again
I am fine
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Until you think you have it all, you won't be free.
Adam Mott Dec 2013
Every minute rains
Thinkin' about it lets me fall
All the pretty things say whatever they want,
I laugh it off

Must look back to save the day
See the river down the road
Cold, frozen, old
Like our hearts once I left town

Talk-Talk-Talk-**** about me
Out on the water where I can still see
All the pretty scenes,
Say whatever you want, I still remember the truth

Love the revolve around me
I laugh all these remarks off
For I did everything humanly possible to me
So, I laugh you off, along with those mad fantasies
Smile, it's the future.
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Adam Mott Dec 2015
You have a radical face
Made up of valleys worth memorizing
A pulchritudinous monument to grace
Unforgettable
Each inch of you, a testament to the beauty of life
The piece that I was missing for so long
Changed me for the better

I know that everything goes away
The sun though beautiful still sets on the day
But when the night comes
It does not have to be difficult
There is no need for pain
Just loving remembrance
Of the girl that once whispered my name

Where I am now
Though not quite home, is a place where I can try to be more
I'm growing under the understanding of my youth
That, regardless of tribulations,
I will always be me
I can love still, I can miss Olivia
But I will never be anything other than the man I need to be

I heard you say once,
"I love you, equally"
And though I was not the once that ended it,
I believe these words,
Wholeheartedly
La vita è bella
Life is beautiful
I know the poetic form isn't fully here, but I honestly felt the need to put this out. As you can see, this poem is not a vague statement like the majority of my other works so much as a signifier of where I am as an individual right now. Love changes you, it makes you better in ways which you are never fully aware of until, one day, you suddenly are.
Thank-you to those that have helped me through the times I felt like less than human. Thank-you to the girl that gave me an adventure of a lifetime.
And you know what? Thank-you to me for not being an ******* to the one's I love, haha.
Like I said, life is beautiful.
Adam Mott Jan 2016
Do you ever waste your time
Wondering why the bottle has dried
Where the love has gone
The final drops echoing
On and on

Gentle twinges of a defiant guitar
Long drives in an ancient car
Back home, where the ocean lies
Where you roam, the empire's flag flies

All things at once
The Sun, Moon, Stars, Sky
Each a drop in a tear I've cried
Cliched and ancillary
Silly and obtuse
Attempting to let it go
Though at times, it is no use
This is about someone
The Tags are not
(I told you I would let you know when it was)

Thanks for the title, Sturgill (The Promise)
Adam Mott Dec 2013
Beauty had a face
Reminded me of you
Soft and warm
Bright and true

Before I came to love it
It came to love me
Yet, for all I have learned
You still think you are above me
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Adam Mott May 2014
Journeys through density
Staring at the night skies with you
Ventures in liquidity
Sailing out beyond the blue

The boat
Out amongst the stars
Our hope
A highway without cars

And you and I, young and sweet
In love and fighting to keep
Never dies, lovingly complete
An easy battle for you and me

I'll write and speak
'Of your immaculate beauty
Your grace upon my cheek
Through and moody

I kid and you laugh
A smile too perfect to recall
I'll join you in every Sunday mass
A heart for which it was easy to fall
Imagery and romanticism, can't help it, ahhhh
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
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
Adam Mott Dec 2013
Whisper my name while you board the last train out of home
Feel the sweetness and impression of my mouth
Recall the smiles that never turned you down

Taken were opinions
A gathering of things
Meant little to anybody

Oh, and I know what you think about
The middle an uneviable position
Though they do sing for someone,
It is not you whom calls the doves home

My regards to you, sweet little wonder of man
With brown hair and warm hands
They thought the lyrics did tell
Of some other hell
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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
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
Adam Mott Dec 2013
Gratuitous while remaining obnoxious
Rarity of modesty
Over exuberance for the journey
While withering at the sign of discomfort

Unknown to logic are their paths
Paralyzed by self inflicted stigmas and plagues

Kind eyes no longer rest upon those withered features
Indiscretion which they hold towards all held noble or true
Demanding attention all their lives
Someday may they grow
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Adam Mott Jul 2016
Driving is all I can take
Hesitating exclusively in my mind
Turning away tender companionship
A hundred or more times

Discerning somebody kind
Touching, intimacy, closeness
Until the heart stirs in sleep
And then the cycle begins anew

Thou all propose something distinct
I've altered my understanding a million times
Emotions buried for the purpose of pride
Loved unyieldingly till the wick was done

Veins consequently run dry
Thin with consideration
Never ceasing to consider or appreciate
Too afraid to venture love forthwith
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Adam Mott Nov 2016
I'm not who I was before
All moments awash upon your face
Including those upon which I witnessed your tears
A solid lifetime of grace

Now that we are here, the pain and anguish of every day
Has become a tangible play
A busted rift in time and reality
But given everything
I think I'm doing okay
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
Adam Mott Dec 2015
It means nothing at all
Order and symmetry
Effort and emotion
The way in which you tell someone you love them
None of it matters, all just a laugh

Strangers have power lovers do not
Able to infiltrate and change the brain
A look, a word, a murmuring from the insane
Each joke a life in waves

I was all for trying to feel
But if I cannot then who will
If you were me and I were you
Would I equate 1 with 2
Or sell my name,
Becoming a piece in this ****** up game

I don't believe
I cannot see
The colour of the wind
The taste of your melted will
Guitars can wail and we can all sing
But nothing means a ******* thing

See this world?
The shape and fury?
Nothing but a strange hello generated fast
Never making sense, never stopping to ask

I was all for being in love
All for trying to feel
But it was I that looked out on the lake
That would become your home
All for loving
All for that which could be
But what is mine
Isn't real
Just as the emotions that I feel
Not for me
Not for you
IWF
Adam Mott Dec 2013
IWF
From the innards of the old industrial complex, comes soft gifts of song. Traipsing their way through the steel organs and bones of the long forgotten building. They leak out into the night through what was once a shield to the body below.
Adam Mott Mar 2015
So cold the rain says to me
A thousand little beads
Beating down upon me
Did you hear?
The sounds of the sky coming down
Even you must have

The flowers know your secrets
Wind whispers to it's friends
Telling stories of deceit and thousand year tales
Here they come, there they go
The golden times
The golden times
Here they come, the pressure game
Look up, Athena
Sing unto many your story
Adam Mott Dec 2013
Through the trials and journeys
Beautiful but sick
Accrue denial stories
Juvenile and thick
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