My poetic mind starves for creativity,
it yearns for the smell of
fresh ink and paper.

Creativity keeps knocking at
my door, always ready to cast
its lure. Bait is placed
line by line, crumb after crumb.

This poetic tale has many plots
but only one life to share.

I strive for higher willing to climb
the highest mountain to achieve
the poetic sense.

I dear to set your minds a flare
releasing my poets fire
into the chasm between
reality and dreams.

I am a poetic wizard
releasing my magical world
into the vastness of space.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

If you have barred wetness
to my darkness,
try to understand my light
is underneath the surface.

To see it you have to sit
with me for awhile.

I burn like a candle,
my flame is small
but powerful.

**© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

The tongue is the fastest
healing part of our bodies.
Yet, I still taste the blood
from the first cut you gave me.

Maybe it’s because
you cut me deeply,
I haven’t gotten time
to heal before you
took another **** from
my already irritated wounds.

This format of a life
keeps falling short
before it reaches another line.

A life of bleeding poetics
dimmed down to just a tiny
flicker of a flame.
I once burned like a star
now I barely lighten
a small room or window seal.

From the pain:
You won’t forget about me,
for I can be like a shadow
I will always be there
even when you don’t want me.

From me:
That frightens me,
never again will I
feel pain free.

Pain cut me like a knife
it was sharpe and hard,
now I taste the irritation
upon my tongue.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

“I find beauty in
the depths of color
and textures of our lives.

Behold the passionate view,
beyond your imagination
is love and prosperity.

It rests on the horizon
of your reality.

We are the dreamers of life,
its breath we cultivate and
exhale making it available
for all to inhale.

Be mindful of one another
and remember we are stronger together even though
we are apart social media
keeps us closer.”

– © 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Forget Me Not
For Eternity Never Will
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_________

T’­is a night of sorrow,
as the shadows lengthen across the
land the vampire stirs.

Night shrouds her brooding form,
of timeless desires.

Her unruly hair cascades over
pale, tragic shoulders,
as her scarlet lips part slightly,
to taste the blood streaming
from the flesh beneath her.

As she rises full,
I remember her with contempt.

I forgotten who I was,
she who lays with decay,
the sun shuns me for eternity.

T’is a night of sorrow indeed,
a death forgotten by the one
who once lived (as me).

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_________

©­ 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

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“To be conscious is to be
dust in the wind,
time never forgets you
it’s you that forgets you
are forever part of its change.”
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The mind is a very fragile thing,
if you beat it, it runs,
if you treat it with love, it grows.

There’s a fine line between
sanity and the shore’s of reality.

We are all living in our
own simulation
of our minds creation.

What is continuances but
a concept of a common concept?
Continuing forever…

You are judged for not being
common, for being different,
for not living up to everyone else’s common sense.

Stability is a strong foundation
not a certain type of thing,
for stronger doesn’t mean
common or normal.
Sometimes it’s the odd ones that win,
sometimes it’s the freaks
that gain from being abnormal.

I use to believe
I will never be anything,
until I started to realize
it doesn’t matter what
everyone else thinks,
I am in control of my own
destination and with faith
I win everything I ever imagined.

To see there’s more to life than
my mind is to understand
it’s meaning and it’s destination
changes for me as long as
I allow it to.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

You rise upon the sun,
you liquidate your life,
you poor blood and sweat
into strife.

Madness became my friend,
he sat for awhile, he strummed
my heart, played brother
and stole my future vision,
with such disrespect and passion.

The scars I bear the pain
I wear, its maddening,
it shakes the realms
of what you thought
was reality.

It dilutes your views,
and kills your passion
with depression and anger
burning deeply within
your eyes.

Madness came to settle
for awhile, plans delayed
and depression is on its way.

I choose to open the door
and let the light in, don’t
invite depression.

Liquidate the madness,
burn it down with strength
and togetherness.

The Lord be my will and grace,
he’s the king of this place.

Mercy be, and mercy by the hand
of God he strikes ones with a mighty blow, as madness fell into
the hole, bearing my grief with
heavy stone.

Be merciful my LORD!

I bow on hands and knees
please release me from
this depleting life,
I bear my strife openly.

I gave you my life,
not as baggage but
for survival, prosperity,
for my future and stronger foundations to uphold my
broken ideas and fix my
bruised life.

This was my struggle, my past
madness and my diluted plains
of existence.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton