The angles gathered
as the prayers rose
from the people praising
within the church.

He’s coming soon,
he’s like a never ending
breath, a wave rolling
over you taking you
back into his womb,
the devil has no room
in this holy place.

God never forgets,
it’s not his job to
always remind you,
it’s selfish of you
to think it’s all up
to him. He’s a foundation
of your faith not
a feared master forcing
you to kneel.

He’s more mightier than
a flooding river,
he’s faster than time
and space, he’s beyond
your emagination and
your girth is shorter
than his grace for nothing
can measure such power.

My Lord blessed me
with love and faith.

My reminder is that
I am a survivor.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Upon my faith grows
my strangth,
deeper and deeper
my roots dig deep
into the hollow.

I become that like
a tree, my seed is small
but my roots are strong.

The more I pray
the deeper I grow
deep into the hollow,
no devil will pull me
a stray.

My faith is strongly
rooted within the depths
of the hollow, I will
always pray.

My roots,
my roots,
dip deeply into
the hollow.
I kneel to pray.

Dear Lord,
thank you for my strength,
thank you for the blessing
of your ever growing spark.
Aman!

My roots grow deeply
into the barren landscape
every autumn my leafs
will fall, revealing my
trunk leaving you
a reminder I too am
a survivor.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Upon barren and fertile
places our love grows
in spring like woe.

Around the meadow and
the physalis, our garden
grows, like the weeds
and wildflowers our hearts
know, roots like to
grow where the waters flow.

Upon the setting sun
the flowers shun its
fading beams as they
wave goodnight to
the last bit of light.
Our petals close,
the shadows lengthen
bringing the day to
an end.

Fair well my shimmering
friend until the marrow
and we meat again
upon your sun soaked smile.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the breath of
the evening rose memories
of you and I.

I am here laying in bed
pondering on my memories
of you.

You helped me
to fight my fears,
to face the ghosts
that lurk in the closet
and under my childhood bed.

You were my hero,
best friend,
and councilor
but most importantly
you are my mom.

I will never forget
the times we had,
they are more precious than
the most expensive gemstone.

Your memory is priceless
worthy of evermore forget
me nots and a poem that
I thought would remind me
of the space I made just
for you in my poetic mind.

Such things are never forgotten
for your memory lives on
through the poems I have written.

Dear Mom, I miss you so much.

These are my tears
written in poetic format
in memory of my mom.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Dancing amongst the stars
my soul flew like a blooming
moon searching for you.

I got pulled into your
orbit, now I am like a
satellite flying around
your heart being pulled
by an invisible string.

Star cross lover
with lazer lips
and eyes only for me,
like the bluest sky’s
and you shine only for me.

I am your orbital lover
waiting for your reply,
the ship awaits, my dear.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Love helps growth, prosperity, and happiness. It’s a very powerful force.

Loving words are mightier than a sword. Use them wisely and you shall receive great rewards.

© 2019 By Amanda D Shelton

Upon this beated breath
I fight. I rise, I cave
to nothing but my
own exhaustion.

Upon this line
I define an expression,
I rise, I rose above
the exhaustion.

Upon this page
I leave behind a story,
I rise, I fight for all
who can’t.

Upon this exhaustion
I become the fog,
I rise, I bloom and
develop for that’s how
I was designed.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

The truth is easy to prove
for it’s right in front of you,
it doesn’t hide or keep secrets.

I am probably the most honest
person you will meet,
for I am an autistic person.
I will tell you as it is
no sweetness or sugar daddy
involved.

You want to know how
to be true? Learn how to
think like cats do. Don’t
worry about how others
feel, instead question
their motives but with
respect for their uniqueness
and views.

Don’t try to look through
someone else’s eyes without
asking them what they see
and then try to imagine what
it would be like.

You could also change
the way you view yourself,
stop seeing just yourself,
imagine what it would be like
to see like a blind mouse,
imagine the possibilities
are limitless, try to look
beyond the normal.

For normal is Technical:
(of a line, ray, or other linear
feature) intersecting a given
line or surface at right angles.

My autistic love is
normal for me. My love
is unconditional
because I love with
an autistic view,
you can trust I will
never lie to you.

We who have an autistic view
see life for what it is
and we will tell the truth
doesn’t matter if you wanted
it.

When I say I love you,
that’s the truth.

That’s autistic love
for you. We love like
cats do.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Upon a dream you bloomed,
you rose within my half
opened eyes, like a lingering
tear you fell from the sky.

You became a moonflower,
you blossomed within my
waking hour, no longer
a whisper, sweet and tender,
your love was always there.

Upon my waking dream
your kisses blew me away,
like a storm waiting for me
to step out into its flurry,
your love was always there.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Upon this beautiful day
of grateful praise
I send my love
to all the Mom’s.

Because of you a child
has grown, developed,
and prosperously caused
change.

You helped a nation to grow,
its ideas and innovations
are set with your foundations;
as a designer of our lives
your ahead of the table
a cook, nurse, and best friend.

You even stood up when
no one else can, you
brushed off the dirt
and taught us how to
wash our hands.

God bless you.

Happy Mother’s Day!

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Within the porcelain chamber
of my beating heart
the walls are fragile falling apart.

You’ve left me bruised
and crumbling to pieces
you never tried to fix
my broken pieces.

Instead you tread upon
my bed after you stole
the warmth of the covers.

You never gave me the support
I need, instead you stole
the main beam that
holds up the walls
to our foundation.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

I am a whisper in the wind,
Gods mighty voice rose us
up out of the dirt commanding
life to breathe.

I am a work in progress,
a broken piece of life
that's eager to live.

My breath and mind
are important for life
to progress and develop
I have helped God to
design a beautiful life.

I might be a tiny speck in time
but my existence is like a powerful force, for the changes I've caused helped lives to progress and heal.

I've become an important piece
of history, I made my mark upon
this life I've been given.

My pieces are widely spread
for I've been sharing myself
on the world wide web since
I was seventeen.

Between the teeth of angles
I am alive grinding at the stone.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Upon a nation we built
our frustrations slowly
breaking its foundation.

Ignorance brings devastation,
regret, and damnation.

No longer a union
our ripples separate
farther than we anticipated
causing chaos, doom, and
loss.

It burns,
it quakes,
it grinds its Earth
moving mountains
faster and faster than
ever before.

A hot house,
a wave of chaotic messes,
eager to devour our dying
nation.

Such childish lies
from a governments chair
decay ate away at its
cushions and devices,
leaving dust in its place,
a skeleton crew.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

You are a scar upon my heart,
We grew closer in between
the shadows and beams of light.

Our love also grew within
the dark, never to fade
for it is a strong spark
that grew into a burning blaze.

We are like two stars,
always falling together
always burning across
the same skies, we are
always as one a sun
that never dies.

We are never truly apart
for there’s a string attached
to our hearts, space and time
can never steal our ever
growing spark.

Struggle and strife
only build’s a stronger
foundation for the future
of our lives together.

As one made from two star
crossed lover’s our collision
was epic, and dramatic
leaving reality bruised and
burning brightly as a reminder
of our beginnings.

Forevermore, I love you.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

The beams slowly grew
blanketing the exposed,
as life rose waking to the
dawning day.

The dew drops glistened
reminding me of the
past evening, and
coffee brewing.

Upon this day Jesus Christ
sacrificed his life
so we no longer have too.

A selfless sacrifice
by an all powerful God,
he who loves us so deeply
gave to us his only son;
bled for our sins,
so we can have a choice
to believe in him
or live in sinful
disgrace upon the devil’s
path.

Happy Easter
may the Lord bless you
upon this glorious day
that he has made.

His sacrifice is a reminder
of his love for us.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Upon these sea’s
I wait along the shore
for your return.

Your memory never fades
for you are always part
of my ever growing heart,
like the waves my love
is a powerful force.

It beats for you and burns
until you return from
your journey from the
depths of selfishness.

I understand your grief,
I understand your suffering.

Though you are more
too me then all the wealth
in the world.

I love you so much
it hurts me to have to
let you go,
I suffer so because
you are my love.

I understand your pain,
I understand your shame,
I care about you
and that’s my pain.

I only hope the best for you.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

You see me
yet you don't see my brain.

My brain functions at a different
level it's wired like a backwards
motherboard, I started life
in silence and frustration
slowly growing into a hurricane
of communication.

Speech is lacking in my brain
but still I learned how to speak
through my ability to write poetry
and understanding languages
you probably can't speak.

My eagerness helps me to develop
and grow.

Routine and schedule is my
favorite thing to do, it feels good
to stick to a straight line.

Noises and lights hurt my eyes
body and mind, causing painful irritation to grow and
poke my mind.

I've had to grow up inside this
painful design, it's been hard
and deep gloomy and
sometimes fleek.

I find my autism stylish
and unique, it's full of awesome designs but also darkness
that seems never ending.

Like everything else I have
bad and good times too.

I might think like a cat
but I am still human by design.

This is autism and me
my backwards life.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

We were never one
like you claim.

You lied to me,
you used me,
you push me away
after abusing me.

You say I am doing wrong
for expressing my
broken heart to you.
That somehow it’s my fault
you are a **** tugging
at my heart strings.

You blame me for
your behavior,
when I have done nothing
but tell you that you
are hurting me.

I tried to enjoy life
with you but sadly
you don’t enjoy my time.

You bully me
when I ask for space,
as if my space means
nothing to you.

It’s a push and shove
when it comes to our love.

I give my everything
but you give me pain
and suffering.

You act like I love
your things but I don’t
care about your wealth,
I care about yourself,
health and happiness.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the breath of Spring
life grows, as the sun beams
bathe the trees, the breeze
blew through the valley.

As shadows lengthen
stretching across the sidewalk
bird's chirping and dew
settles on the grass.

Clouds float above my head
like cotton ***** looming
in the sky.

Good morning.

© 2019 Amanda Shelton

You are strong for
the strongest survive
the storm.

Once in a past great moon
my sphere dimmed down
too a sliver of ash,
the tiniest breeze would
blow my moon away.

Until poetry blew me a kiss
and our love affair has
gotten stronger over the years.

Expression is the best
way to release my fears
into the heavens above
where the stars chase
them away.

Upon my poetic breath
all is an exhale imagined
by my poetic mind.

I gather my tears upon
this page, leaving you
with a smile and
a gracious bow.

Remember, You are strong
for the strongest survive
the storm.

A lone you are not,
for other stars are falling too busting, growing, and expanding with you.

We are like a drop of water
in a large pond, our ripples effect reality as we grow.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

It’s a night of warm summer
beams, a time of change
is in the air, past seasons
greets us with their kisses.

The heat stirs,curling,
foggy wisps of rain.
Shrouds of wild flowers
cover the ground.

A midnight dream of ashened
trees, and realities part
slightly, to weaken the
other seasons making way
for summers beating heart.

Now a day of brooding sun,
I go down to the river
where it’s warm and green
for there is where spring
lays down for a nap,
I promised her a farewell.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

To be me,
is to inform life it’s got
nothing on me.

I suffer but I still fight,
through the fire I burn bright,
I concave to no pain, for
my strength grows with every
fiber of my aching bones;
I will never break.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Oh, how I became the suffering fool.
My scares follow me like leaf's
on the wind.  I carry them where
ever I blow.

My seasons change but still
suffering rains, it pours upon
my happy plains, with gray
gloomy clouds and doomed
chills running down my spine.

In memory of my pain,
I engraved my suffering
upon this page.
May you find solitude
within this grave.

Requiem of my suffering.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

“We are like a drop of water in a large pond. The ripples we make effect the surface as so we effect reality.”

– By Amanda Shelton

Within this suffering
I live on with burning
passion, though I wrought
like iron I slowly break down
and rust, I breathe.

My roots are broken but
still I work like everyone else,
I just do it differently.

I burst like energy surging from
this life, I am structured
like a house with a computer
running everything.

I am the programmer of
my own existence, but I am not
the boss, for I work for God
who created us.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Blowing like wind,
as the sea devoured me
with waves I dropped to
its depths crashing to the bottom.

Upon my return, the sea
greeted me with open arms
and a kiss from its title waves.

I was reborn as a fish.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

I am like a candle blowing
in the wind, you can find
me seated at my window
illuminating the room.

Pen in one hand and a poem
in my mind, waiting to
be freed from the
neurons holding it in.

Fueled by a Gothic view
and a vision of dark blue,
green, and gray skies above
me with streams of sunshine peaking through the clouds.

Memories abound
as I write my poetic story.

A passion fueled by
laced moments of lost
childhood and forgotten hearts
I collected in my broken jar’s.

My tragic life became
a burning blaze line after line
it burns across the page,
forever engraved.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

This life reminds me of
a bitey vampire stocking me,
I feel its teeth on my back.
Don’t look to the past,
for it bites.

Like an unwanted shadow
death is never far behind.

God allows so much but not
out of vengeance, but out
of love for us, he wants us
to grow and develop.
We can’t do that if we
don’t suffer somewhat.

We are all blind and
child like, living as if
heaven is too far away
to imagine its golden gates,
even though it is just
a step away.

The most important thing is
don’t forget to live bravely
boldly and through faith.
Those three things are
what can modivate.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Trailing behind me
are my experiences in red,
it’s all we have here
existence, we’ve all bled
at one point.

Life moves forward
one foot fall at a time.

Footprints on this Earth
from my journey in time,
exposed to the elements,
we are burning like stars.

Poetic flames fuel
my life, bursting from
the seams, passions rise
above the horizon, we are
like falling stars.

Blowing in the wind
guided by the path
set down by the old
rivers and trees,
the forest never forgot me.

Bleeding from my roots
but still I breathe the
painful fumes like a
power plant blowing
steam, I keep falling it
seems, even my ashes are
hot, like burning stars.

Breathe they say, deeply now,
I brave the pain, seeping deep
into my frame, slowly burning
out like an old flame.

Run they say run away, but
here I stand like a rock I am.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Synesthesia tastes like
orange, pink, blue and fireworks streaming across the screen
with static noice changing
from intense to soothing,
sweet to better.

It’s like fireworks going off
in my brain, I can see my
neurons communicating
with each other like
lightning bolts shooting
across my vision
in different colors,
numbers,tastes, and shapes.

Sounds have texture of
painful needles and
stinging ****** that
bloom like a flowering
feeling of fluffy snow
that burns through
my body like cold
lava.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

My life is like a ****
on a string, it tugs and tugs
on my mind reminding me
I am nothing but a speck
in time.

It sets on me, biting my time,
playing with my line,
verberating through my space
like a chilling breeze blowing
through my life.

I grow amongst the
forgotten trees, the only thing
that reminds you of me
is the wind, it blows over
my lems causing them to
bow and sway.

Like the full moon,
you forget about me
until you are reminded
by my looming face that
brightens the sky.

Forget me not for
I too am orbiting
the same sun
as you.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Promises fade
covered by blinded eyes.

Struggle and strife waltze
side by side, weathering
away at life.

This dance is of one life,
with many experiences
breathing knowledge into
its chasm until it is done.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Bathing in the poetic flames,
I am saturated by its blaze
and passionate ways.

An emotional fever
with a lyrical phase
passing over like clouds.

These threaded words
flow so easily,
falling from my mind,
never fading,
spilling over into
this design I’ve created.

Words spill out of me
like a flooded river
crashing into the world
around me.

I strum the strings
attached to my instrument
of poetic design.

This format line after line,
dripping slowly
creating a new design.

I am an innovator
of this creative whom.

I am like a candle in the window
I illuminate your view.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Blunders we humans are,
causing pollution and not caring
about the murderous smog
we produce because our leaders
lie and scam us into thinking
it's not happening at all.

If you are smart you will
see the truth, if you can cause
a ripple in water,
what makes you think
you can't cause the earth
to quicken and quake?

We dig deeper and deeper
into the earth, stealing her life
and resources, too quickly
for regrowth, we also minipulate
DNA trying to make longer
lasting food's.

Over time we caused cancer
and allergies to consume us,
like a shadow it blocks
the light that burns brightly
inside of us all.

Someday we will have to adapt
to the changes we've produce
or go extinct.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Misery likes to keep
commiserate company.

Mixing the bowl of emotional
soup, causing overflow of
stress and anxiety.

Sympathy keeps misery company, having tea every morning. At brunch they talk about the news, all of the shadowy darkness that looms over our heads.

Aching hearts, tugging at the strings of emotionality, we’ve waltzed with our memories many times before.

Misery likes to keep busy,
commiserate likes to remind
us we’re not alone.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

I have always wondered
what makes me a poet?

Well, I think I know.

I am able to construct
complex sentences and format’s,
I am very interested in details and being able to express my vision.

I am always pondering
on philosophy and learning,
(Why something moves like
it does exc…)

I am always interested in
the science and engineering
side of life, I want to learn
how to be like everyone else
but still be myself.

My interest in people
and communications, it is
what feeds my poetic flames.

I consider myself a philosopher and innovator of ideas.

If you want to know how
to be a poet, you have to
open your mind to
the possibility of the
idea of being a writer.

You have to ponder on
format’s and word play,
read a dictionary and
the great writers like
Edgar Allan Poe, Stephen King, Anne Rice, Emmy Dickinson, and other philosophers through out history and how they construct their vision.

Read more books and more books until you can’t fit anymore
into your mind.

Allow your mind to wonder,
loss yourself in the forest
of ideas you have growing
in your head. Don’t think about the limitations of your mind,
go beyond the horizon of
what you consider reality.

Your imagination is your
greatest gift.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Like a candle I am waiting
for my muse, you will
find me in the window
pondering, a small flame
ulluminates the room.

I am always in deep thought,
wondering the forest of ideas
I grow within my mind.

Like Alice, I am lost at times
in a poetic wonderland
formatted by my reality.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Painful silence scratches at my heart, leaving deep marks.

You never explained yourself,
instead you leave me in the dark.

You just left me without a goodbye, you didn’t even think about my feelings or anything else.

I don’t understand your lack of words, I am not sure what happened to you for you haven’t given me any response.

You are a theft in the night,
you silently came and stole my heart only to drop it like a piece of trash.

How can you say I love you?
After everything you have done
you dropped me, neglected me
and never gave me a reason why?

The worst type of evil is the silent kind, those who have something to hide are the silent ones, they don’t care about anything you have to give them not even your life.

I will never understand why someone would say I love you and then without any reason drop you.

Where’s the love you said you hold for me?

All I’ve got is a bucket of tears,
a painful burning, and a used mind
you left behind.

Nothing I say gets through to you,
it’s like talking to a brick wall
or quicksand my words fall in but never comes out.

You stole my heart and my everything, with no remorse for the damages you caused me.

You should be ashamed of yourself.
I call you my love because
that’s what you are to me.

Sadly you don’t hear a word I speak, your too busy judging me.

My love is sick.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Love is like a candle
it doesn’t last without
a flame.

It burns so fast, it turns
into memories of smoke
that lingers for only a moment
before it fades.

You are left with a half burnt wick
and a used up waxy stick.

Ashes are smeared on the table
while a heart lays in its own blood
beating one last time before
dieing.

You can blame love for the damages
but never suit for love doesn’t
care for you.

I have made my peace with the world,
but not love for love always
comes back on its hands and knees.

I fell head over heels so many times,
the bruises on my knees haven’t healed from the fall.

Love punishes me.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

I once thought love was
a magical place, where everything
suddenly falls into place.

Sadly I have learned the truth,
love hurts worse than a rotting tooth.

It can be ugly too,
full of hurt and struggles.

I am left chocking on my tears
while my heart tore apart
bruised and fragile like porcelain,
it broke into a thousand words
bleeding from my wounds (poetry).

It flows so easily,
like hot wax melting over the
wick it hardened but without form
or structure. It falls apart
in your hands.

I burst into a puddle of tears,
for my visual can no longer
hold the pressure.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton