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

I see fire but make it metal
violently it rears rolling over
the land, moving mountains
and stone, river's and gulleys.

Lover's colliding.

The winds are blowing
the water is towing,
the ship is rowing
under the storm.

Two lover's colliding one
is frozen the other is hot,
together they bring clouds
and rain over quiet seas with
their thunderous kisses and
passionate embrace the storm
beats like two hearts in a dance.

They are lover's of the weathered sea.

©️ 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

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

Break through the dust that makes you blind, what you really need is hidden inside.

A star is born from awareness,
entanglement of nerves electrical curves,
the ocean of life waves transverse into the universe.

A breath occurs as life forms like blades of grass, each blade begins sharpe strong
and tall.

As time occurs its roots grow, deeper and deeper blood flows, as a heart beats
a mind shows.

Dust truns into rust, the meaning begins to shine, as the truth comes out from behind your sleeping eyes, no longer are you blind.

For you are the dust from a supernova.

Earth is designed to carry us, within its crust
water and rust we are birthed.

Respect her beauty and living gowns,
for we have only one Earth and only
one of us.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I layed my soul upon the stone,
while my ghost still roamed.

Shadows danced while
my ghost took to its own.

I flew like a phantom
looking for a home,
if only I looked closer,
I was already home.

The ghost writer,
I wrote a poem
for you to remember me by.

**© 2018 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.”

Oh Spring,
with your dew drop lips
you beacon me to lookest
down through the clear windows
of morning, I watched as you turn
your angel eyes upon our western
skies, which in full spectrum
the round body of the sun
approaches with her burning *****.

Oh Spring,
the Earth show’s
her blushing cheeks,
and the Lord listens
to our prayers with patience.

The Valleys below;
with green meadows the
sun is peeking through
as the trees are longing
for the light, are turning
up their newly grown leafs.

Up to your bright pavilions
I can imagine the Angles singing
for your coming. They rise to the
occasion, like roses in bloom.

Let your beautiful sun soaked
rays visit Earths clime!
Come over the eastern hills,
until morning turns to nigh.

Let her winds kiss your
perfumed garments;
allow Earth to taste the
morning dew and evening rain;
scatter your richness upon
our barren lands that mourn for
greener pastures.

Oh Spring,
the forthcoming of your fairness
and soft touch's; pour your soft
kisses on the Earth’s surface;
and put your golden crown
upon her languish’d brow,
Whose modest tresses are bound
up for those who fell in love
with your blushing gown.

Oh Spring,
how I waited patiently
for your coming,
you have never forsaken me.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

One last gasp, one last beat,
one last breath... That's me,
the devil said to me.

I can smell your sickness,
I can be your weakness or
your disease.

Wishing you never met me,
lay you down next to me,
the devil stole your desire heart
and possibilities.

Ruins ashes and disease,
remains of tortured hearts,
bleeding all over the floor
falling at your feet.

Statues of passed lovers shattered
scattered upon the stage.

Reminders of who I use to be,
One last gasp, one last beat,
one last breath... That's me,
the devil said to me.

Bring me to life, with a zombie bite,
your cure is the disease.

When everyone is infected
do we all become the cure?

Ruins of lies, amongst maggots and flies is where the devil rains.

Gravedigger, gravedigger, dig me a grave. Make me a stone engraved with my name, but don't give the devil my address please.

©️ 2025 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

Body dysphoria is like
having a monster as a reflection.

My mirror self is distorted
alien and monstrous.

I don’t see myself in reality
instead my mind sees static
confusion and an oddity.

Imagine seeing a bumpy lumpy
mass of hair and fingernails
with deeply wrinkled skin
everytime you look in the mirror.

That’s what I see.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

The evening sun sets on the horizon,
it melts into its reflection, rippling
like water as it slowly turns
into liquid beams and fades
into the night.

Like a slumbering beast
the sun does one last peek
before disappearing over the
curve of the earth.

Our sun can seem magical,
it turns into liquid beams
that stretch out with arms
of light, it will burn bright
for billions of years.

It's amazing.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

One eye on the dollar,
one eye on the crime,
one eye is wondering
but nothing is what it seems,
for a liar nows no truth or
stability. He nows only flies.

Upon the beams of light he approaches,
deep black and a void, no light he reflected.

He stalks, attacks and rumbles underneath
the ruins of his ego.

He brings rumors to frighten and redirect,
so the truth is forgot hidden underneath
the crimes of his fragile ego.

His fumes are poisonous and disgusting.

A toxic waste dump, here he brings
his dinner to roast faith and ******
the truth under a orange brownish
smog.

Like a monstrous puppet
with broken strings,
he blows his trumpet,
in a haze of a broken gaze
he lost his way.

He built a maze with
his narcissistic praise,
with the devil on his back.

He dreams of eating flesh and
hanging his crimes and blaming
everyone else for his discomfort.

But he's really a walking nightmare,
with dementia and drowned
possibilities, he yells profanities
like a old feeble **** zombie that lost
his mind and purpose. He has no brains!

No change, just denial after denial...

He's a rerun, that is unwatchable
but he's too deep in the static to
see the truth.

He thinks he's all that, but really he's nothing but a scared narcissistic sociopath
running from his past.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton

He came with an axe to chop down
the tree's, only to be greeted
by a beautiful maiden
dancing through the trees.

With her song she seduced him,
come closer to me and be my lover
a whisper came from the weeping willow,
lay with me.

As she drew closer the weeping willow
bloomed, blooms fell as winter
came upon a frozen kiss.

He laid down upon the cold ground
at her feet, as the roots grew around
his frame, devouring him and
he lost his heart to the beautiful maiden
underneath the weeping willow.

Owed to the weeping willow,
her lover buried under winters
frost weeps no longer.

©️ 2023 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

The future is never far behind you,
because it's always one step in front
of you.

Down
down
down
down!
Falling
farther down the hole.

Anxiety rises as depression
gets heavy.

Down
down
down the black hole of reality.

The future is never now nor the past,
it's never really tangible because
it's only possibilities.

Down
down
down I hit the possibilities.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

To dream is to see the impossible become possible
by reaching for the impossible.

Upon the mornings breathe
I rose to the green grass
and dew shimmering through
my dreams and I woke to
the possibilities.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the flow of words I fade
slowly into the dark.

Poetry is like the light, it shows
me the way.

I'm always hunting for the words
to say, within the forest of my
dreams lives the possibilities
of poetry.

I'm like a ghost, I haunt this post
with my creative designs.

I play well with the words,
they welcome me with open arms.

Line by line the passion grows,
it burns deep within me never to
fade.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the oceans of my mind
I am guided by its tide,
it pushes me to the shore.

God uses me to guide others
who are willing to listen.

I was blessed with provision,
its a beacon that grows
upon my faith.

Like a candle lit in my window
I am always seated at the table,
I am waiting for his return.

It’s your decision if you
follow the light, it’s your
choice if you believe in
the power of the LORD.

As for me, I am faithful
I will follow God’s son
who is in heaven waiting
for us.

Jesus Christ is the candle
he lights the path and
shows you his scares,
proving his status is
with the heavenly father.

I cary a gift and I share
parts of it with you all.

It’s a simple gift of
understanding and love.

May my prayers be a rock
for a stronger foundation
for my beautiful nation.

God bless you all.

Aman!

© 2020 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 whispering wind
my love travels far to settle
beside you wherever you are.

Our times together are
more than a memory,
it's a passionate kiss on a postcard,
it's a perfume that lingers for awhile,
it's a commercial of my favorite treats,
it's a tingle sensation rolling down to my feet.

Aw, love it's the strongest thing there is,
it can build nations,
it can bring floods of population,
it can cause war,
it can bring food to the poor.

If used properly love can be
beautiful and amazing.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Love is a dream that is
too afraid to live
beyond sleep but still
awakens.

Love is a passion that
burns like a candle
lit for the broken hearts
as a reminder of its beauty.

Love is like a snowflake
it comes upon a breath of
change that becomes a reminder
of the coming days.

Love is powerful,
it can break in its
fragile state but it also
heals and brightens the night
with its brilliant ideas
and powerful wave.

Love is like a river
it flows through the
mountains and valley below
with its powerful pressure
it moves earth causing change.

Love can move mountains,
waken dreams, and brighten
the darkest of days.

Love is available to all
who embrace its touch
with open arms.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

I am not a gender, I am a person
with thoughts ideas and I live.

You might think this is a man’s world,
but there’s a woman behind the scenes.

Mother nature knows how to sing,
she writes poetry, births beautiful
rivers between her legs, she has a
breath softer than silk capable of
moving mountains and making
weaves, she has oceans that build
shores and islands.

A women is your mother, daughter,
sister and cousin, also she is your
boss, teacher and doctor, a nurse too
as well as queen.

We bring ideas to the dinner table,
design clothes and accessories,
we bring you hairdos taller than a
beehive, lipstick redder then your
blushing cheeks in winter and we
are also creators.

We inspire greatness, we encourage
bravery and strength.

This might be a man’s world
but in reality beside a man
stands a queen and majesty.

Equal to your male girth
we women too are capable
of being great.

Man is short for human,
Woman is short for no man
but a human.

To be great you have to stand tall
don’t allow a mountain to stand in
your way, cliam above them peeks
and say hello world I have arrived
and smile wide.

Remember a woman brought you to
your knees with a smile and a wink
and poetry.

I bring you poetry, artwork and
creatively designed ideas from
my lucid mind.

I am woman!

©️ 2023 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

I gaze upon the silver
and gold boutique of stars
growing in the sky
as night falls blanketing
everything in shadow.

Lovely is the grays
and blacks of the
passing face of the
full moons glowing
smile.

The stars flirt with
its dusty groom as
the seasons dance with
change upon a midnight
stage.

Dreams of spring
shatter like glass
spewing its beams into
the past leaving
beams of memories
fading fast.

A watchful eye like
a dreaming flower
its wishes lie within
its roots waiting for you
to open your mind.

Such things are true
that live within
a dreaming mind.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Love is prosperity and success. Be kind to each other and humanity will prosper because love is prosperity and success because it builds societies. Hate is death, it kills intelligence and life.

Do good unto others for others will reflect good upon you. Being a good example is the best way to live.

When I was seven years old while my mom was driving us home from school I told my mom and brother.

You can tell the truth to cover up a lie but you can’t tell a lie to cover up the truth. It’s best to tell the truth because a lie is a waste of time.

My brother kept getting in trouble and I was confused why he kept lying and doing bad things. I decided to tell him what I thought.

I don’t know how to lie and be mean. I am a very patient and mindful person. I love everyone equally and I want everyone to be successful and prosper. My mom loved and cared for me and she taught me to accept myself. She encouraged me to be the best I can be. She never judged me as being like everyone else and that helped me to grow. I can’t think like everyone else can. Autism is a unique experience my mom knew that. She was a very smart person. I believe the smarter you are the easier it is for you to see the truth and understand how things work. Emotional and mental intelligence are the same thing. They work together. I know from personal experience. My IQ score is 200 and above. I understand how it works too. I was born with the ability to adapt and learn quickly. Most people have difficulty seeing the full picture, I do not. I can imagine the possibilities. Also, I am more sensitive then most people are because I am capable of processing my feelings as I choose. I understood how to control myself at a very young age. I had to face anxiety and fear’s. It helped me to learn how to adapt to unusual situations.

I sacrificed my life
for peace and stable mind.

I kneel every night,
bow my head and take
my plight placing it
before the Lord’s feet.

It’s no longer mine,
I lift myself up to
the Lord’s divine plan;
I promised him I will
follow the roads he
built for me.

I’ve met my shadow
many times, within
my meditation we take
flight.

A quiet place to reflect,
a mountain of possibilities
I climb and move by building
a strong foundation.

I am a tool, an influence
upon the environment.

I discovered myself years ago,
I once was lost; chained by
illness and grief, but faith
broke the chains and released
my soul.

I no longer grieve
I accept my condition,
by doing so I have already
won the fight.

I use to argue with myself,
I fought self-esteem,
I hated my differences
and being unique.

I had to face my shadow
before the walk, for the
deeper parts of who I am
was lost.

Depression and anxiety
ruled my life, until
I took control
I became its friend.

I am my own advocate,
for I am a unique soul,
one in five million I
stand tall.

Be proud to be you,
we all are beautiful
and rare.

I am a unicorn, autistic
and fair.

I love you and
everyone too.

I understand without you
I wouldn’t be here.

Life is never about me,
its about everything else
around me.

We are the designers of
life, we move mountains
and oceans.

We are the title waves
upon the great tragity
of life.

Live well, be bold
and brave, for life
is too short to always
be afraid.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

That like a seed,
poetry grows for me.

It roots itself deeply
inside my headspace,
without poetry I am empty.

Like a forest ideas thrive
within my poetic mind,
I am always traveling inside
my forest of thoughts picking
weeds and gathering leafs.

When I fall I fall hard,
and poetry follows me
into the darkness of my
life. There it lights a fire
and brightens the darkest
of nights and it guides me
through the trees.

Poetry is like a moon
and I am its orbit. I
laso it and bring it closer
for everyone to admire
its pots and beautiful blooms.

It's a lingering sent, a ghostly
memory of a flame lit centuries
before my birth.

The poetic formats never fade
for they live forever within
the minds of the readers.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Ti’s a dream of mine,
to fly above the mountains and sea.

To be free from the cage
I was born in.

My autistic mind is that like
a tree, it grew into the plot
I’ve dug; my roots are deep and strong.

I have fought infections
and disease.

I have suffered on my hands
and knees.

I sacrificed myself for
illness and family.

What has autism done for me?

It taught me how to be smart.

How to communicate and collaborate.

It taught me the importance of community and guidance.

It taught me how to love
unconditionally, without
judgement, honestly and
openly.

I am a unicorn amounts horses and ponies.

My brain is textured and viscous, it pushes me to the edge of reality. Forces me to
face my fears.

Anxiety and depression are my roommates but never
do I invite them.

To be me, is like being Alice
peeking through the looking glass.

Come have tea with me.

I’m the best hostess because
I always over achieve.

Niceness is like the sweetest candy, I am such a sweet ****.

I’m honest to a default.

Autism and me.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Upon this plot I plant my roots,
row by row I built my garden.

I grew my thoughts like seeds
with love and care I hydrate
and feed my poetic flowers
for everyone to read.

Emotional and deep my expressions
seep deeply into this digital ground,
my roots grew strong and deep
in this plot I’ve reaped.

I am growing poetry, like ****’s
grow wild.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Life can be hard,
Life can seem heavy at times.

Life can be like a fog,
rolling over your parade
so no one can see
the floats going by.

But once it rains,
once you get rest and clean,
life can seem like
a cool breeze
or a slowing rollercoaster
ready to release for
the next passengers.

Patience is what we need,
also love from everyone
and God.

This too shall pass
just try to remember
where you came from
and where you want
to head from now.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

“To recovery to discovery, life is taken stride by stride, moment by moment. You might get cut alone the way but wound’s heal and stragthen.” © 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

I wrote this for a friend.

Petty things are a waste of time.

I don't waste my life on petty things.

I've been criticized three times on this website, for
small errors.

I am using a cell phone and spell check is horrible. It's not my fault if I have small errors.

If you don't like it you can unfollow me and leave.

I don't need grammar ****'s up inside my creative space, no one does.

Poetry is supposed to be a free flow of expression not criticized and damaged.

There's many different forms of writing because it's an art form of free expression.

I am proud of myself because I have to work harder than the average person to write like I do. I was born silent and communication is hard for me to do because I am autistic.

If you are going to waste your life on such pettiness you should rethink your destination. No one wants to be around a troll or a pushy Bee trying to sting everyone because they are uncomfortable with being imperfect.

We are living in a time of technology and science, it is
partly our responsibility to keep poetry growing.

We should be trying to renovate and preserve
the medium not attack it
by criticizing the creators.

Why waste time on worrying if we are using ,;'. the way everyone else does?

Why not use the imperfect structure as a character experience instead?

Language is diverse in many ways, it's not set in stone.

That's why we add to the dictionary building upon the mother's tongue.

It brings better format's and opportunity to grow our skills.

If you are going to leave comments in my posts to correct me, I will block you.

Unless I spelt something that is cursing and fawl don't say anything please. It's not my fault spell check is buggy.

People need to think before responding.

Be kind to each other.

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

Why did you leave me in the flames? You let me burn instead
of building new bridges
with me.

You walked through my ruins
and caused more damage.

My ashes float around seems like for age's, but you only gave
me seven years of madness
and corrosion.

I forgot my own reflection,
because you told me its a lie.

I used to wear makeup but
dropped the brushes for your
jealous, it scared me.

Now I can hardly glance at myself in the mirror,
because it laughs at me
in your voice and
monstrous grin.

You left me to burn
and you never took
one glance back.

Love hurt, burned and bruised
my life.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton

This is inspired by an odd
lucid dream I had.

I woke standing in a boat
floating on a dark ocean
of reflecting stars.

Both top and bottom
of my mind was sprinkled
with stars.

I could see my beating heart
in the black waters as I gazed
upon the surface.

It was bleeding and stitches
were coming loose from
the side of my heart.

I reached out to grab it
so I could fix the stitches.

As I was fixing it
I realized I was dreaming
and I started to wake.

As I woke I could hear
the beating of my heart
slowly fade.

Boom, boom, boom!
Good morning.

©️ 2023 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

Oops I stepped on a crack
now I'm breaking my back.

Now, I'm locked inside the cage
of societies shame.

The voices use to speak to me,
don't be worried about me the
pills go down so easily.

Chemicals dance inside my head,
tipping me over the edge.

Dancing cells on high wires, sparks
fly as my heart beats like a rollercoaster on fire.

Tips me over into reality for a moment.

But the chemicals tie me to the tracks, the trains coming to crazy town. Oh, I forgot my ticket.

Here's the train I'm on my way.

I use to be a chemical imbalance
now I'm just a pile of painful bones.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

You are walking on the road of life,
the sun begins to fade behind the shades of the moon.

They lurk in the dark, the monsters
smile grimly, behind your sleeping eyes lives your nightmares.

Dancing in the dark with skeleton's,
as their clothes watch in jealousy.

The closet door flys open with
a scream a shadow grabs you and
pulls you in.

Good morning.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Your kisses were sweet like
salt water taffy, they lingered
on my mind for awhile.

Sadly like seasons things change.

The fall came, love turned brown
and yellow, it's leafs dead and
blew away.

The sweatiness of your kisses went
sour, now it lingers for awhile.

Soured kisses are left behind.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton