Do you ever get an itch
with your spidey since?

Its like a fly wriggling
in your web, if you don’t
take care of it, it rots
like an old shoe left out
to stink up your house.

I call it my ladybug since,
I can feel your honesty
and your lies miles away.

God gave me another gift
of discernment and empathetic
abilities, I can pick up
feelings and thoughts
from strangers and friends.

My ladybug since has saved
lives many times.

I’ve helped schizophrenics
break free from their
decisional trips by
showing them I can see
what they see and its not
reality.

I know what its like to
see that look of surprise
when they have an eye
opening experience.

Sometimes its like
I become a shadow of
the schizophrenics mind,
and it works almost every time.

To be the bate for
the schizophrenics
monster’s that was
my services I provided,
to save them from their
boogeymen brain robbers.

Now I am retired,
my job is to live
my life out peacefully
with my partner, who I love
beyond tomorrow’s sunrise
and yesterday’s sunset.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

I do not forget,
I forgive.

I use to seek my own space,
I didn’t feel comfortable
sharing my privacy,
but I grew up,
I grew out of my old jeans,
I leaned how others think,
I always am thinking
I am always pondering
deeply but try not to over think things.

I have learned how to love myself,
I can’t help someone else if
I don’t help myself first.
That was the hardest thing
for me to expect because
I am a nice person and I felt
obligated.

Higher intelligence doesn’t mean happier,
or I have more opportunities,
sometimes it can be depressing
boring and confusing, I find it
hard to relate to others because
it’s rare to have a higher IQ.
I just use my manners.

Ignorance is bliss, yes it is.
I grew up in fear of life
slowly dying because I knew
it was.

I am not ashamed to say
my intelligence is higher than
average but I will not boast
about it, there is nothing special
about understanding how the world
turns it can invoke
fear, anxiety, and pain.

I understand that
I make mistakes
that I am a fool and
I can do better
if I work for it.

I am prone to stay up late
thinking about everything
I want to finish. That’s why
I don’t like to leave my
projects unfinished.

I am intelligent enough to know
I am a fool living in
a fools society.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

When they called me broken,
I knew.

When they called me slow,
I just went faster still
as the cracks grew and
my walls fell, upon the
foundation I still built
my church, I became stronger
upon the rising of the ruins
of the broken.

When they lied and told you
I will never be able to,
I proved to you I am
better than average
I can do whatever I choose.

When the devil knocks at
my door I am too busy
inside having church
with my faith and
Jesus Christ, I never
open the door for evil.

The devil stood like stone
and I never took time
to allow him to animate
and cause damage to my faith.

Within the ruins I stand
for the future of my life
I cultivated my roots
made room for the light,
So the truth shinned
like a diamond burning
in your mind.

Dear Almighty Lord,
I give a breath for
your time, a prayer
for your sign, and
a foot for the roads
you helped me to design.

I gave my life to Christ,
I allowed him to wash
me clean from all my sins
and future suffering.

I learned how to forgive
myself so I can forgive
them for their lies.

I learned how to take control
of my life, I am stronger
and better than I ever was.

There is nowhere else to go
but forward, so I keep
marching upon the line
on which the LORD laid out
for my destination and
future foundations.

Today leads to tomorrow
and beyond, I am the future
for the days ahead.

I am like a pebble
I ripple across the
pond effecting the
other pebbles that
live on the same ripple.

I stay faithful
for nothing can
waiver upon my love
for God.

Its personal.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

I once stood like a tree,
my roots were free but grounded
at my feet.

My seasons changed, pain falling
like leafs fly from my life.

That like a seed, I bloomed
I grew and I shed my leafs
to release the ghosts
from the old me.

I then flew free, to the wind
I am smoke, a shadow of
my former self remained,
and under my shade
I protect my heart.

I once had a beaten heart,
bleeding on the floor
gasping for air under pressure.

Now I carry scars from
past battles and struggles.

My tree is rooted plotted deeply
and strong.

Life took me deep, it tried
to devour me in its dark
places. But I burned brighter
and hotter, being the beacon
for myself because no one else
can be my light.

My life is so much more than
shadows and scars.

Because God gave me the power
to burn like a star.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton

Life is meant to be lived.

If you are not willing to fight,
if you are not willing to move,
if you are not willing to surf
and turf your not living your life.

Just remember God has a plan
for you.

He carried you when you
couldn’t walk.

Sometimes you are blind
because it’s hard to see
through the dark, but
he’s the light,
just remember to open
your eyes.

© 2018 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

I feel you crumbling in my arms
like a porcelain heart down
to the girth you fell so hard.

Why don't you take what you want,
why don't you take what you need,
why don't you take what you came for and leave me alone?

Life's too short to keep running
from the beast.

Life's only one road trip,
I've chosen me.

No narcissist is going to control me.

You left your shadow hovering over
my bed, with your vampire teeth.

My lucid dreams are bleeding,
bleeding black and deep.

You will never meet anyone like me.

Why don't you take what you want,
why don't you take what you need,
why don't you take what you came for and leave me alone?

Life's too short to keep running
from the beast.

Life's only one road trip,
I've chosen me.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

That one night never fades from my memories.

Upon unspoken word's
you become a scar on my mind.

With one kiss you become
like a heavyweight pushing on time.

Life slowed for the first time,
it ****** you into my heart,
captivating is your sent.

Like long forgotten perfume
waiting for me to devour it
within my dreams and wishes.

I placed you in a jar,
so I can keep you close to my heart.

**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

Black as night, cold as ice
the heat melts away the waxy
wane, I hold the fire that
burns deep inside my poetic soul.

Shackles binde me to the
words that cage my mind
in this poetic design.

Thorny roads overgrown
by poetic ****'s of all
kind's.

The sentencing is final,
my guilt is plighting
my soul is fighting this
poetic venom that bit my
creativity turning me...

Poetry, poetry brings me
to the edge of reality.

Guide's me through the dark,
candle light feed's my venomous
needs. Its smoke invades my
being.

Leaving me in the window of
your mind's to write this
venomous design.

Poetry is my venom
I am its poet a candle
lit in the darkness of
a window somewhere
in time.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Looking through the eyeglass
of dreams, it seems less likely
to be true than a big drawn out lie.

Though you live your life
the best you can,
knowing you have a heart
full of broken glass
you still move forward
with cuts and scars.

Everytime you look back
you see footprints of where
you last stepped,
what’s the point in that?
You are reminded of everything
you lack, you see with a
greedy heart nothing but hurt
comes from a heart full
of junk yards.

Love is more important than
seeking out emptiness,
don’t collect your broken heart’s,
fell those jars with possibilities
and wishes from afar.

Collect pennies and dime’s
until you can afford your
dreams and possibilities.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

The fabric of my life,
soft and cruel.

Some say I’m easy on the eyes
softness is in my voice,
my smile welcome’s you into
my life.

I have touched the souls
of many, I have adventured
within others reality to
bring them back to the real
world.

I am like a tender fire,
burning slowly with comfort
setting within my warmth.

I am comfort in the dark,
a reminder of the possibilities,
a breath after choking,
a bandaid for your wound’s.

I am here when you are lonely,
I am here when you are lost
in the hostile environment
of reality.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Stand proud!

Be you,
be true to yourself
for you are the only one
who has to live with yourself.

Be brave,
live bold and strong.

We all fall down
but not everyone is
bold enough to wipe themselves
off and keep going until
they achieve their goals.

Forgive yourself
so you can forgive
someone else.

Fight for your rights,
use your powers of knowledge
and be kind to one another.

Empty your heart to allow
love to fell the empty spaces
you’ve created.

Don’t be ashamed of yourself
for being human, instead
use your experiences to
build a stronger foundation.

Remember you are not alone,
there are billions of people
in this world who are living
too.

Open your mind to possibilities
and you will find purpose
and meaning.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the rising sun
my soul took flight,
as the morning rolled
in on the foggy view
beams of light woke me
with such a sight.

As the quiet atmosphere
was broken life began to
breathe and woke with
eyes wide open.

The skirt of morning lifted
upon winter's embrace.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Just around the corner lives my
shadow, it's a wonderer of time a
creative design made up in my own mind.

Senses reach out, beyond the boundaries of my imagination
I fly alongside my creativity.

For a long time... I floated in my mind space, lost to realities touch.

But the other shadows came in and
sat for awhile, gave me a line of
communication, I became a vibration slowly changed my frequency until it hit me.

The pills flowed through my veins,
counseling became my best friend,
depression became personal, anxiety
became fragile.

I started out cracked like porcelain,
the pieces of my mind slowly became more defined and easier to control as mine.

Like a puppet on a string people tried to define me and mold me, but
I broke the mold and they were forced to let me go. I oozed all over the place until I was free from the mold they built for me.

I am bent, bumpy and porous, my joints creek like a chores with broken strings and holy drums, crack smack pop!
Let's Rock! 🤘

Welcome to my weird mind,
I am made from a unique design.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

The shadows of my life move along the walls in my mind, always evolving through the
doorways of my dreams.

Move away, move away,
always evolving opening
doors to possibilities.

Did I change?
Did I move?
Did I become the shadow?

The flies always return,
bodies decay and souls leave.
Ghosts.

Move away, move away,
beyond this two dimensional
space of dreaming minds,
they collide locked in a dance
between two hearts tied
together by strings.

Do we ever truly die?

How can we die if our memories
live on?

Move away, move away,
into the dark my shadow sleeps, until the light returns.
Nothing remains but my ghost.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Amongst the books I am
torn, tattered, and worn,
my pages are yelled,
my binding fragile and
frayed by age.

My story sat for awhile
before a friend found my
shelf, such poetry I wrought
in slow progress; it is dripping
from the pen I hold within
my poetic brain, and you became
the reader of my poetic tongue.

Like rats my thoughts gather
in a pack of many before
looking for attention and food
so here I am writing for you.

It’s a dilution of words
I spit out for you, like
a flaming candle blowing
smoke into your mind.
I linger on your thoughts
before you ***** my wick
releasing my last bit of
light before I become a memory.

These are the poetic bindings
that hold me tightly
to this world. I am like a
violin you strum my strings
and I will begin to sing.

My poetic bindings hold
me tightly allowing me
to write these lines
of wrought and desire.

This is my poetic binding.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

How to say your ADHD
without saying you are ADHD?

You speak like the wind,
and your mind is on a crazy train
going nowhere fast but you always
hit your destination and
you are surprised you survived.

Weeeee! See yah later.

Don't forget to keep your
hands and feet inside the ride
at all times and fasten your seatbelt.

Destination? ADHD! Yay for me!

Now, where's my keys?

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

This is my plot where I lay
my mother's memory.

Deep and soft she's always with me
for I am her legacy.

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On a whisper I leave you,
in memory I will stay with you.

Dear child, don't forget my lessons.

Forget me not,
because I left you my legacy
for you are my future.

Letting go is not easy,
it's not your responsibility.

Grieving is the only way through the darkness
and to unlock our memories.

So live on through the sorrows of yesterday,
let your tears hydrate our plots
with love and dignity.

For tomorrow is only a horizon away,
a beam of light brings the marrow
and my memory will live on until
you forget me on your last day.

We all are like ghostly flames,
even after the wick is done
smoke remains.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

On a cold dark road
there was a shimmer
in the distance, like
a ocean chillen in the night
the reflection was clear
and blue.

A cool breeze is blowing
over the hills, as the stars
wink and gaze upon the dark
haze.

You think to yourself,
this must be a dream.

Then a lite music slowly begins
to play, the sound is drawing
you closer to the edge of the
water.

A mist starts to gather,
a fog is coming in, the
cool wind kisses your skin.
Chills run down your spine,
goosebumps rise and you shiver
from its icy touch.

The song dances in your mind,
it pokes and pinches your
brain with stimulation from its
heavy sounds of water swooshing
about.

You feel like an ocean of
waves, lisping up and down.

Your mind is drifting upon
a dreamers raft, drifting
deeper into the fog and wind.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

You fell asleep and woke in this
lucid dream of haunted memories.

Are you a visitor or the ghost?

The night is cold and pitch black,
a heavy feeling lingers in the air.

In the corner of your eye
you see shadows moving and
a mist forms.

Goosebumps tickle your skin,
the hair on the back of
your neck stand's up.

A chill caresses your body
but the wind is still and
quiet inside the house.

You are alarmed by the sound
of footsteps echoing through
the room because no one is there.

Your breathing is laboured and
your heartbeat is pounding
in your head.

Fear is your shadow as you walk
through the hall's.

You can't find anyone here,
nothing but echos from the passed
live here. A forgotten dream.

The windows are bare and darkness
is beyond the glass. Not even
the star's are visible or
the moon.

The walls are decayed,
black mold is growing
on the ceiling and the
wallpaper is crumbling
and peeling away.

You reach a kitchen where
water damage soaks the floor,
yellow and brown fluid soozes
from the wooden beams around the
entrance and rotting floorboards
curl up into uneven hills,
slivers of wood are protruding.

You move forward to the living room,
the fireplace is blacked with sut
it smells like burnt wood.

You can tell a fire had escaped
at one point and burnt everything
in the room.

The windows once held curtains
but now they are piles of ash
on the floor.

This place once was alive but
now it's a ghost.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I am deeply grateful for
rewrites, edits and
progression for they lead
to breaking my oppression.

Spelling and grammar was never
my gift, poetry taught me understanding and expression.

Along the lines of poetic
formation I’ve caught the
breaks that show my mistakes.

I am not ashamed of my past
errors for I understand
I am not perfect in anyway
shape or form. I do not expect
much from myself, for pride
breaks the mold before it is
sold.

I look back at my work
to revise it’s mold
learning and developing
a stronger understanding
of a possible growth.

Words are my best friend,
adieu adieu my passionate
friend.

A capulet that cascades
from my mind, looding
the pages of time as
the poetic lines collide
with my visions of expression.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Sometimes I write to exhale,
sometimes I write to release the deep grunge that cultivates
within my Gothic mind.

I am like a black Rose,
my darkest night's are when
I bloom in my personal gloom.

Upon the ink I scratch across the page comes stitches of poetry;
sowing what I reap,
growing what I think.

With patchwork of poetry,
I slowly weave my tapestry
of words.

Sometimes I write to free my
expression, its like a caged bird
begging to be released.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I love you like a love song, baby.

You speak to me in tunes
of passion.

You take my breath away
with your beating heart
entwined with mine.

Love ****** on our strings
pulling us together as our
love song plays.

I love you like a love song, baby;
The universe forever playing our song.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

Am I getting old?

Hear my poet and watch me show it.

I cough instead of scream
because I have asthma.

I wake up with a twitch in my back
and a creak in my knees.

I'm drowning in my womanhood
and forgotten dreams.

I am 41 ready for my 50's.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

When I fall I fall hard but recover fast.

I don't want to run away
from my last panic attack.

I don't want to face pain
like its my last breath.

I don't want to skip one minute
to reach the last.

I want to take my time
as if its my last.

I want to enjoy what I have,
and live for the moment.

I'd rather skip the thought
of death and remember life
as if its my best friend.

I don't want to be a fading star
waiting for my last burst.

All the times I am holding on to
is nothing, for I am never coming back.

I will be a memory and
my actions will be all
that is left.

Don't say goodbye,
and leave forever.

Oh no, I am lighting my candle
and leaving it in my window
so you all can return and
see my flame, its burning
on this page.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Life is like crashing waves,
always rolling sometimes colliding
with our dreams.

We struggle to stay above the waves
while life keeps going, falling apart
at the seams.

Pieces of our achievements begin
to wash away into the seas of possibilities.
Making room for new possibilities or
for our dreams to drown in the depths
of the crashing waves.

You have a choice to learn how to surf
or go down with your dreams.

Oh what possibilities are these?

An artist suffers for their art,
it's both physical and mental.

The only difference between an artist
and other people, is the ability to express
themselves in a relatable and imaginable ways.

We are like the waves, crashing around
colliding with others through our art
and writing.

The Artist is inspiration for the possibilities.

We artists are a conundrum of sorts,
a rolling stone tumbling down a mountain.
It builds upon itself collecting ideas along
the way down.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

I will always miss you.

When I am with you
it reminds me of all the times
I wasn't with you, so I miss you.

When I am far away from you
I am reminded of all the times
I was with you, so I miss you.

It's a conundrum.*

*© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the drifting waves
You can see my rising tides.
Upon the setting sun
You can see my fading shores,
as my tides collide
with beams of red
and yellow light.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

You made me bring a bag boy,
you were such a drag boy.

You forgot to grow into
a man boy, you hit 30
and you passed go awhile ago
but you didn’t collect the $200
before you stole my heart boy,
now your broke and
I am beating bleeding
on the floor boy.

You made me bring a bag boy,
you broke my back all for
a drag boy.

You’re no man, you’re a drag
in a bag boy.

The smudges you left behind are
following my shadow like
a drag boy.

Now I am fighting your ghost.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

I used to be attracted to you
like ants to honey.

But you only gave me breadcrumbs,
leading to leftovers from
your passed love affairs and
failed relationships.

I became a blood trail,
you beat my heart
dragged it through the dirt,
and left me there in the
middle of the street to
bleed out for everyone to see.

I am an accusation, a failed
project you neglected.

You thought you stole my flame,
but you forgot the candle
you dummy.

I will never go out without
a fight, now you forced me
to get hotter stronger and
brighter.

If you try to touch me again,
you will face my heat
and pressure, with least
resistance you'll be nothing.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton

The pane a blur, a weeping, grey embrace,
reflects the storm inside, this haunted space.

Each drop a tear, a mirror to the ache,
that claws and whispers, for goodness sake,
just let me be, release this tightening hold,
this ancient sorrow, stories yet untold.

The shadows lengthen, fingers in the gloom,
exploring depths within this aching room.

My body, once a temple, strong and free,
now a cage of pain, where shadows decree
each fleeting movement, each breath I dare to take, a sharpened echo, for suffering's sake.

The wind, a mournful dirge, howls through the night, a symphony of pain, bathed in pale moonlight.

My spirit, tethered, struggles to ascend,
but pain's dark current threatens to descend,
to pull me under, into depths unknown,
where hope lies buried, beneath a heavy stone.

The raven's shadow dances on the wall,
a silent witness to my weary fall.

And yet, a flicker, deep within the grey,
a tiny ember, refusing to obey
the crushing weight of sorrow's heavy hand,
a stubborn spark, within this desolate land.

For even in the darkness, hope remains,
a fragile rose, blooming through the pains.

The storm may rage, the shadows may entwine,
but dawn will break, and with its light, will shine a promise whispered, on the morning breeze, of strength renewed, and a heart at ease.

The rain still falls, but gentler now its sound,
a soothing rhythm on the hallowed ground.

And in the quiet, a whisper takes its flight,
"I will endure, and I will find the light."
The window's frame, no longer holds me tight,
But opens wide, to a future, bathed in light.

Upon the marrow my flame becomes smoke,
sorrow left me for the moons delight. As rain
falls my heart remains bruised but hopeful.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

How can you breathe if life
tries to smother you?

Well, I breathe deeper
and slower, I learned
how to hold my breath longer,
I don’t panic at the disco,
I keep calm and collected.

Life is beautiful and fragile,
like a porcelain heart
its known to creak and
fall apart. But if you use
the best glues and thread
your life can be brilliant
and strong.

Mind you your no Superman
or some superhuman, but
you can be anything you
want to be.

The only thing holding you
back is your heavy self-esteem,
letting go of regret and
learning from it instead,
that is what will pave
your path to success.

Don’t let life smother
you, you jump higher,
you build your own wings,
you train yourself to
be better, you smother
the fire that burns
your bridge’s before
they collapse under pressure.

Fight for survival
be the best you can be.

You want to travel the world?
All you need is a plane ticket
and your things, make friends
and work hard, don’t forget
your destination.

Life’s a bucket of water,
it’s always running over
or running out, building a
motte might work better.

© 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

I was born on a hot summers
night, 3rd of July on a Friday
9 pm.

With fire in my soul
and future sunrises
waiting to bloom, I
grew.

From the soil of American blue’s,
moody beaches covered in sunbathing bodies, seagulls and seashells of LA and Pismo.

My mom taught me well, I had
a voice and I have a story
to tell.

She raised me on rock n roll
guitar riffs, piano keys
at my finger tips and a voice
like a bell ringing in a tower.

With a bible under my belt,
and black belt karate around
my hips, with yoga on the side
I grew into myself.

Art galleries and canvas rooted
in my mind, from the beginning
I was meant to shine.

I was raised on American soil,
apple pies and biscuits with gravy.

I was soaked in the mud of
the Kern county mountains,
I swam in the river and ran
through the city barefoot
dreaming of a better future.

Poor and sick, but brave and
willing to learn I became
stronger and better than
I ever imagined.

I proved them wrong by
surviving mental illness,
cracking the lock to my
own purpose.

The meaning to life is simple,
to live it to the fullest, too be
brave and bold. Live it well.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

I birth poems from my pen,
I pick them when their ready
to bloom, as these words flow
so does my love for the pen.

This ones for you,
my poetic bumblebee
buzzing around my head,
busy as a bee searching for
poetic style, sweet like honey.

I plant ideas in your mind,
spark intrigue and desire to
design this ruthless style
of line after line, formatted
by my poets fire.

I lash out with poetic
vengeance, its loosely shunned
but unruly is my desire
to light this fire.

I open my mind wide
as I spit my poetic flames
like a dragon in ragged by
hunger.

These musings burn deeply
inside my mind, eager
to burst forth from its cave,
no longer in a cage.

I am a poetic Dragon.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

I see you with your cliped wings,
fallen to my feet.

You the wingless painful little thing,
struggling to breathe.

Some monster came along, stole
your beauty and flight. Such tragedy
a life short already shorted even more.

I hydrate your soul with my tears,
I am sorry for not being able to save you.

Poor butterfly. Now I have the butterfly blues.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Sometimes I wish I was the moon,
distant but always watching, free from
this ruined Earth, slowly inching itself free
from it's orbit.

This life is like a burning flame,
it has left scars and wounds.

The moon is too far away for
people to hurt, they are too stupid
to make it back to it's dusty surface
on humanities footfall. AI is the survivor.

Roasting life here on earth, humanity
makes up stories to please their deprived minds, the truth is pushed far behind.

Freedom is farther away than the moon,
ruining the future and killing possibilities
like a stabbing knife.

This place is divided by your crimes.

Do you think ghosts cry?

When it's all a lie!

This is not death of the truth,
it's death of love and birth of lies.

The flies follow death, eating your crimes,
leaving ruins in its wake. Now ashes remain.

How does it feel to find out freedom
is a lie? It feels like a crime to be free.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

While sticks and stones
may break my bones,
words will never hurt me.

Okay, I will take your
sticks and stones
and give you the
crushed bones.

My words are all I've got,
so I will write you this poem
and bury the bones in the plot.

There's no skeletons in my closet,
I used the sticks and
stones to build a home and
left the war awhile ago.

Words are like swords,
they cut like knifes and
deeper with each line,
they leave invisible wounds
so no one is aware of your
suffering until you reveal
the scars.

The bully lied every time,
the teacher told you to
get in line, your self esteem
told you your not worth
the time.

Now tell me how words
will never hurt me, when
I am crying while writing.

Memories of past regrets roll
upon the surface of my life,
in the most unexpected time.

Words are all I've got
and memories of accusations
from loves broken ideas
and words of affection that
turned into scars from a
narcissists infection.

Love brought me words
sharpened like knifes,
it still hurts me and
its been a long time.

Scar's hurt all the time.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the waves I crashed
ashore, the force caused change and chaos pursued.

We all are like chaotic
oceans, crashing against
the shores of life.

We become earthquakes,
moving mountains with
our technologies and
inventions.

Our minds evolving over time, we become more aware of the changes we’ve caused.

Not everyone is open minded, it takes a philosophers view point to direct the way to the future possibilities.

I am a modern day philosopher, I enjoy learning and teaching.

Language is my best quality,
art is my favorite entertainment
and personal journey.

The art of living is
my job.

My poetic journey slowly
plays out upon these pages,
I’ve created.

My expressions stain the
internet with my rolling
formats of sentences and
word play.

Its a full deck of wildcards,
you never know what your going to get.

Jack be shameless,
Jack be nimble,
Jack be quick,
Jack drew an ace
missed the king,
kissed the queen of hearts,
while playing a deck of
fools.

We all play a part.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

To the chaotic mind
all things are doomed
to suffer the same fate.
Hell is just behind you.

We become like shadows
we think we are hidden away
but reality is everyone can
see you.

All you have to do is
click, post, bang.

In the night ninjas come out
to play, they steal and cheat
with no remorse for
the pain they cause.

We build armor and weapons
only to have them striped away,
a payment for taxes they say.

Our rights are no longer given
those too are no longer a
priority.

The business man is the leader
and the country is no longer
a dreamers domain, they stole
our stars before they had time
to fall. Even our wishes
belong to the dollar.

America was built for the dreamers,
yet you are lied to,
you have nothing to your name;
(The bank owns you.)

You have no rights
the government steals it from you.

Strangers are allowed to squat
in your home, even if you report a
break in, good luck.
No one will fight for you.

The government would rather you
die than protect you from the crime.

They want you to hug your ******
and forgive them for their damages.

There is no true punishment for
their damages. They find druggies
are more worthy of the prison’s.

Your taxes go down the drain,
given too the businesses
and criminals who invade
your lives and properties.
They live freely off your
hard work.

What a shame! Click, post, bang!

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

The obituary of my heart.
Rest in pieces, my broken heart.

Burning hearts ignite with desire,
unspoken words are left on their
lips.

Unforgettable but forgotten
by time, for all things parish.

The rose’s withered, the wine
dried, and the passion cooled
with passing time.

My heart shattered, scared
and bruised, beat and neglected,
he never knew how to love me.
He’s incapable.

He fooled me with lies
and conspiracies,
victimizing himself to
victimize me.

He’s guilty of abuse and drug use.

I am guilty of loving and trusting him.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

It starts with an idea,
it grows in silence in
a darkened mind.

The idea starts to fade,
drowned by suffering and
pain.

The darkened mind suffers
in silence and bruised by
abuse, pain settles in
vain.

Like a wilting rose the
villain grows its rot devours
the soul with its rooted decay.

Then it goes for the kindling.
Choking the light from its burning
flame. Until all good has evacuated
like smoke.

Nothing but a cold candle remains
and burnt petals that once was
soft and vibrant full of life
now ashes are left.

A villain is made from a mold
created with suffering from within
darkened silence. It baked inside
a dark mind hardening its heart.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Poetry reveals my true self.

Upon the pressure of my pen
I become a small galaxy of
experiences, the vastness of me
expands as far as the imagination
can stretch my existence.

Line by line, I slowly claim
as the words become a latter
helping me to design my tapestry
of poetry.

I have and will touch everything;
for we are of many strings
vibrating through the vail
of star dust.

Upon the setting sun I burst forth
inspired by the shadows and deepening darkness.
My mind takes flight with
the slowly fading light as I become
a flame that lights up the night.

The vail is lifted and I am released
upon the darkness that is my poetic
desire, and the night is my lover.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

When I said goodbye
it broke my heart,
I shattered into millions
of piece. The human heart
is so emotionally fragile,
its like porcelain it
creaks under pressure.

As the angels came
I was forced to watch,
crying wishing for you
to stay.

I had to learn how to
let go, for your life
never belonged to me,
we all are Gods children
our souls belong in heaven.

Someday you and I will
see each other for you
are waiting at the
gates of heaven for my
return.

All Gods children are set up
upon the steps of the heavenly host awaiting judgement,
but I will do my best to make
it easy for God to rest,
for I will follow him forever
and ever until my last
dieing breath.

Aman!

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

“My tears will always flow within heaven’s rivers and valleys below, but my sorrows lay to rest deep within the hollow earth where my body will be at eternal rest.”