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Adam Mott Nov 2015
That which slowly gains
Like tiny images making waves
Lapping at your conscience
Hoping to
Find what you are looking for

Love is all the same
All for the one at the ******' wheel
What is one's is not also your's
Singular possessive or pretending to be more
Stealing pamphlets from the grocery store

Strange greetings
Bags of hidden intent
Messages read, replies not sent
Not even sure what to look for
Who even recognizes the mirror anymore?
Adam Mott Nov 2015
Running my right hand down a rain soaked window
The colour of the evening sky is dark and grey
Deep within the leaves of early November stir and rustle
The loving kiss of a March gone past

The children on the street gaze intently as I go by
Cold and quiet, pain in my eyes
The weather has turned cold now
Like most else
The face of this reality
Morality without

Realization that this path leads nowhere fast
The last love
The best I have ever had
Would if I could
Go back

Hand in hand
Like nothing happened
The record plays again
Tags are for you all
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 Nov 2015
Like a dream was too present
Flavour that is evanescent
Visions of fall in high school
When I was young
Still such the fool

Had a car for awhile
Music was the passenger
Vocal cords the crew
Everything so loud and vibrant
Felt so ******* alive

Angry now
Confused with the state of affairs
Not that it matters
Only the protagonist of the story cares
But who is to say that is I or you?

**** the monomyth
Tried and true
**** the songs sang with you
No rhyme nor reason to cue such a choice
No red or blue to discern karma
Only the cold hard embrace of modern morality
**** your tags
Adam Mott Nov 2015
Loud like the taste of a memory
Thick and cold with the hint of a reverie
Sinking your teeth into the extremities
Of all, that is left of me

Constant noise that is loud and clear
A sound which I have come to fear
The clatter and bang of all I held dear
The end is coming
It's forever near
Adam Mott Nov 2015
Who will the river babble to
When she has run so far away
Off into the mists emanating from the bridge
Pulsating, a nucleus inside of the cell

For when I came up to meet her
The look in her eyes was pained
The words on her lips were sorry
The beats of this story too familiar to these eyes and ears

Accept the horror and hope for a reprieve
Down some absinth and dream a little dream
Pray time speeds up, that you may mend
Or that a familiar and loving face awaits at the next bend
Rolling with all these blows, who the **** knows
Adam Mott Nov 2015
Vision glows as the lights refract
3:22AM, Mid-November
Didn't think I would be here
Not like this

It's almost winter now
The days grow cold
Each one passing with the same flavour

Curious is it not
The way in which the world falls around a person
All built up to service you and her
Now gone are the cities of memory you once inhabited
Filled with ghosts and whispers of times gone past

The occasional flutter of life sends recognition through these places
Sudden and brief
But it all settles back into the same fashion it was before
Actions did not matter
Force of will could not sustain
There were not enough generators
Now there is only pain

Nearly allied all of this heart and soul
In actuality, know that all was placed for the taking
Perhaps this is why the bombs fell
Maybe this is a Nuclear winter unwittingly asked for

Questions that cannot be answered
Faces which peer and tear
Lives which once lived now automated and predictable
Fill them up with all the light in the universe
The water from the oceans and the rivers
Bury beneath all the earth available
But finish it with a gentle and caring kiss
One could not be friends
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