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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
Adam Mott Nov 2015
Softly as I lay, listening
All the time, gentle
Sun so high
Orange and furious
Setting so that the moon may gleam
Like the strings of a guitar

Room is empty
Now full of dreams and leaves
Blowing about with fragile abandon
No tether, no earthly boundaries
Long gone now,
Existing without meaning
No goals left

All seasons played out
Episodes have combed every topic wanted
Apparently
Traded in for a different DVD

Keep seeing the room
Vacant and solitary
Once so full of love and beauty
Now decrepit in it's new reality

Your car has driven by a few times now
The ears perk up and the memories flow
The old room didn't want us
Didn't want us to go
But we had to leave
Just like you had to leave me
For the future was waiting

Waiting for nobody
And so it was
Adam Mott Jul 2014
Double take while your crude eyes bleat
Forested lakes that end in wakes and shallows
Moribund shakes with breaths drawn out and hollow
A fist to shake behind a smile you fake
Closed and volatile it awaits the dropping of guard

Quick and fast
Striking hard
Akin to the sounds of crashing cars

With narrow glee slink away
Reptile, Shark, Ancient Evil, all come out to play
Save the best for you while toiling away
Harrow and simmer each day
At the bottom of this self dug well I can only look upwards
Upwards, as you slowly allow the lake to smother and consume
Stereotypical Arts student writing novels and what not. I wrote this particular piece as a loosely structured poetic challenge to myself. Instead of planning my characters out in the traditional sense, I have taken to writing poems that characterize each character. This particular piece, describes one of the individuals whom will be an overwhelming force in the novel.
Thank-you for viewing an experiment in progress!
Once again, the tags have little to do with the piece itself.
Adam Mott Apr 2016
"Heavy hangs the head"
Words which I left gently in my stead
While humming familiar songs
Regarding life and growth
Of which I find myself a part of once again

With newborn love,
Pulchritudinous eyes and light brown hair
Gentle and warm,
She demonstrates how she feels
Without needing to reassure of care

It's the little things,
Drives by the shore, the wind in her hair
The honesty beauty of her soul, almost too much to bear

To which I earned this juncture
Through patience and pain
I grew and evolved
Avoiding the easy path, the one of little gain
Of hiding in relationships to ease the pain

With all that has come and gone
I find that I can see again
Breathe again,
Smile and laugh
For the past is the past
And I'm no longer on such a twisted path
Rather, I'm happy to have hurt
Without that pain
I'd make the same mistakes
Again and again
So, finally, I write a poem that is actually about someone. It's been awhile and it is certainly not my best work but I blame that on the plethora of emotions that are inherent in writing about something and someone this close to my heart. Coming out of a relationship that I was completely invested in, too invested in, I felt lost and confused. There were opportunities to bury my hurt and lonely fear in someone, allow their new love to send all that pain away. Yet, I'm stubborn-- at times to a fault and I realized that the pain wouldn't go away, it would merely be buried under some new dirt- only to cause further heartache, greater heartache, down the road. I dedicated my weeknights to the gym, sent my emotions to a place of honest introspection. Until, eventually, I came out the other side of the tunnel. Changed, different, aware of my faults but proud of my strengths. It was odd to acknowledge that I did not need someone else to  validate me, to make me better. It just took a heartbreak and personal growth to get there. Now? Now I still have a great deal of growing to do- but I can do it with the knowledge that walking the path, the true path, gave to me, something I will never take for granted.

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Adam Mott Aug 2014
Would you have a cart?
So thin and sweet
Wheels which turn whilst hearts do beat
Will the rain fill it to the brim?
When emptied shall it not move like water?
Whom could claim such a form, but you
You the one whom moves like water
Weightless and pure
Ever transmuting
Water girl, water world
Adam Mott Aug 2014
Body
Which I see and struggle
Measuring worth in physicality
Finding only myself to blame
To see me as the enemy
As well as the remedy
Too much to swallow in these stores of grocery.
Adam Mott Nov 2015
Feeling a little empty
Walking through a garden of my own history
Oh, looking out over a valley of memory
Out past the place where we first kissed
Beyond the land of warm embraces

It's hard to be empty in a place like this
The mornings are cold, but the evenings are devoid of feeling
And though I emote, no one can hear me
Beneath the sun or the moon, it does not seem to change

Emulation is a lie and every time I drive, I go by
Not in physicality, obviously
Tired and confused
I ponder my sanity

Welcome to this world
One of profane indifference, a lack of genuine humanity
I'm tired of this road on which we drive, round and round
A win would be great
A sign, somehow
Adam Mott Jan 2016
Nothing changed
The streets were the same
People remained on their mapped paths
Perhaps people don't change
They just find the seeds within them grow
Until, eventually, their identity becomes the flavour of the root
So that the individual thinks themselves changed
When, in reality, they are just a boldened result of all that they have always been

I am this, as are you
Everyone is the rain, the grass, the sky
At different intervals
We have all been that girl, that guy
Everyone prays from time to time
Frightened by the realities, we wish not to face
We, the ever fascinating Human race
A thought without structure
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.

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Adam Mott Feb 2016
Y'know, we say a lot of ****
Day to day, person to person
It's surprisingly consistent
In fact, I'm rather impressed

There're the small lies
The "You look good in that dress!"
"They just left!"
"Tastes great!"
"I think the Leafs have a real chance this year!"

And the ones that matter
"I love you"
"You have nothing to worry about"
"I swear, I didn't do it!"
"I'm sorry, ***. I was out with the girls"
"I'm okay"

It's the people that can switch between the two at will,
They really impress me
For, as the web grows
So does the willingness to let go
And all those who love you
Will try and aid you
And then, they too will begin to spin the web
Because of course they know the truth
"I believe you"
"It doesn't upset me, promise"

And suddenly it's too late

You're left adrift, confused and full of hate
Wondering what you've done
Where you went wrong
Or perhaps you're unswayed
Fine and ready to start anew once again
Potentially not even realizing what you've done

When it's all over
The curtains down, the cast and crew separated
Turn off the lights and crawl into bed
Whisper to the walls
And set your alarm
Tomorrow comes void and early
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
Adam Mott Mar 2016
Red wine and telephone poles
Satisfied with the colour of the sky
Setting sights on the lines in the middle of the street
To alieve the pain of another day

Justified in the minds eye
Living in a cabin outside of town
Venturing in to gather food and supplies
Heading back to fill empty eyes

Down the street, tangled in time
The city that is too tired at night
Behind all these lines
A pocket universe, trapped alive

Happy in the pendulum
Swinging from event to event
Ever present in a different time altogether
Living a life, a life that might be better
Adam Mott Dec 2013
Come on down to Conscience Falls, where the lights are always dimmed by the remorse of humanity. Where all of the scenery looks like the immaculate image of lonely country roads after midnight, and quiet lakes embalmed by the comfort of night.
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Adam Mott Feb 2014
Nothing ever grows
If I was a flower, you were my table
A vase crafted as a fable'
Who was the sun above
The roots, they run parallel
Who do you love?
Outside the water sings a spell
Who killed our love?
Lead the red carpet to the Ocean
Who do you breath now,
But my very name
Behind the ocular rise
Adam Mott Nov 2015
That which stays with us
Haunting visions which refract
Light in the minds eye
And though I fear the day in which I die
I also welcome it

Down with how we feel as a generation
Burn the social media which halts our growth
Scream at the things that distract us
The screen and it's players
Regardless of your meaningless indecision
Or that which you give more worth than it deserves

Turn your back on it all

Set fire to the pain
Cry, live, love
Be a human being
Do not let us go down a road made of ash
Love yourself but also love others more than you
Put your partner first
Think of their needs and wants
For they will do the same for you
Adam Mott Jan 2014
Unfurled my sails, set off into regions unknown
Yet, somehow found home
Familiar towns under new blackened shrouds
Hardly recognized the beating of her heart
Though I could feel her go down
Poignant tears in my baby's voice and sound
I could barely stand to put her down
Conscience is here
Adam Mott Dec 2013
Was back at home that snowy day,
Oh, but you didn't know
'Cause we didn't talk anymore
Not since the last time
'you broke my naive heart
Was thinkin' bout you
Now that I'm back from where I once was gone
Couldn't help but remember all we've lost
So wondrous and renown
Oh, when I smile it's real again
'Many months since I could say
I'm happy to be the better man
Overjoyed to have escaped your game
I'm not vacant anymore
Left and closed the front door
My heart isn't naked anymore

Baby, I saw you the other day,
In the mall,
'Workin your old job again
All hollowed and afraid to win
You crawled back to from whence you came
Fed on the memories of your better man
You didn't smile when you noticed I was back again
Just closed your eyes and refused to let me in
Adam Mott Dec 2013
Sweet baby,
Innocent and warm
Simple to hold
Easy to love
Ethereal eyes
Seamless and green
Hair shining effortlessly
Ready to gleam
Whisper from red lips
A gift to behold
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Adam Mott May 2014
The false starts
Were taking toll
Buying up spaces in my crowded heart
And the strangest thing was the pinging of another
Near, but far

The taste in my mouth,
The feel of the ground,
The ocean at my back,
The heart in an Adams town

The furthest heart
A million miles away
Yet here we are, at a thousand six hundred and fifty eight

You left the sweetest space with room for growth
You watered my heart and left your seeds
All in a beautiful plan to have me grow into the man I need to be

Every trial I bring to a stall
With every torn start,
The best part,
Is but a twelve hour drive for these two beating hearts
For her
Adam Mott Dec 2013
Left to my own devices,
Sink or swim
In the distance I can hear the ringing out of Cathedral bells
A slow smile births across my face,
A knowing comfort in the coming grace
As the waves rise higher in their great swells
To consume me
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Adam Mott Dec 2013
She who would want not but destruction
Deserves not but life deduction
Taken down from her high rock
For, we no longer can simply talk
Too good for me
Too proud to yell
I look back somberly,
On all that Hell
Now you drop your eyes
Like the December pleads
Won't you Love me?
When you Loved me
Ah, ah
Insanity you plead
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Adam Mott Mar 2015
Swift talking like you'd never get hurt
Really living with a curse, ***
Could you really take another hurt
White winter long and far from family
February moves on

Go too fast and break the mold
I could not see well enough to get a long
My friend, ambivalence waved to me
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