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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 Nov 2015
Beauty is an undefined quantity
I see it in the way you once looked at me
The colour of your hair shining by the sea
The way you laughed when the can was emptied
Your smile when you felt happy
The excitement in every adventure we shared
The hungry joy present when we devoured an entire pizza
The gentle way you would breathe, asleep beside me

Beauty is something I miss in my day to day
I appreciate what I have and where I am
Though it's absence is heavy upon my soul
I can laugh and enjoy a fun time
Joke and sing with friends
Smile wistfully when I see a couple in each other's arms

I miss it as I miss you, one and the same
Player 2 without Player 1
A candle without a flame
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 Nov 2015
Is it worth your wild heart to lie
Cold calculations or something dreamt while high
With a swift and subtle movement
Rewind and let me live it all again
Eyes open and wide
Appreciative of that which will end

Who is it we think we'll know
Where is this place we dream to go
When is the time you think will be right
These questions built from faith in foresight

Nothing exists in such a fashion
It's built of internal fortitude
Love isn't found, it's built
Careers and homes are made with hard work
There is no quick wish
Only that to which you commit
Stay, even in these dreams
Tags are NR
Adam Mott Nov 2015
We would listen to In the Garden
Sitting on a picnic blanket
In a park where it would all end
A year away
Between then and the final kiss
A thousand beautiful memories were made
Never should I disregard them
For they made me who I am
Who I will be
Such love changed me
And though I feel and have felt great pain
I still embrace those times
Looking to a future where, maybe
I can make more

In the interim, I'll keep working
My heart still belongs to someone
It's stubborn like that
'Cause she never left it
So I see that beauty still
In each dream and memory that greets me
I find this love impossible to hide
Same for the tags
My heart is far too stubborn for it's own good
Adam Mott Nov 2015
I woke up today
A haze in the air, unsure feelings in my mind
Where have I been, where will I go?
I whispered miles away
Sometimes my heart feels so obscure

For the life of me I don't know why
I think too much, love too hard
I've fixed that somewhat now
But I still missed out

I guess the world is just a ball
Fat and spinning
It's funny how much bigger I made it in my head
All this ****, it's too much to comprehend
I guess I should say the tags are largely unrelated so that some people don't worry
However, some are totally valid
Adam Mott Nov 2015
I speak to many
Prophecies and listicles fill up my search history
I have no idea if my publisher has ever Googled me
But I know the pain within me

I cross too many streets
The lights are green, sometimes red
I disregard and carry on, not caring about the outcome
Into the ground, I ponder my way
But I know that I have unfinished words to say

I don't know the first thing about love
Apparently
Everything about it seems to allude me
Driving far faster than I can possibly see
But I know that I'm open to it hitting me

I couldn't tell you what I'm going to do next
Lie to strangers about my major
Tell myself I don't need these pills prescribed
Ignoring it with suffering for the benefit of my pride
But even with you, was something I tried to hide
Tried to tell you but you thought it was a laugh, a gas, a gag.
I guess it doesn't matter at this point
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