If I were of a billion stars falling where you are would you catch me before I hit the earth?

If I were your last breath would you kiss me and ******* to the wind?

If I were a wind blown leaf would you mourn my passing or remember my beauty in life waving above your window in the soft morning light?

If I were a passing craze trending for a day would you post an article to show your praise?

If I were the moon would you mind if I bowed and stood aside for the sunshine to glitter in you're eyes?

If I were a shadow would you speak to me as though I am your friend or walk by like I am nothing special?

If I were a poem would you read me like a book or move on to the next page?

If I were...?

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Two hearts once collided,
hitting walls along the way,
beating passion drumming away.

Boom! Boom! Pow!
Love crashed upon the
shore, moved like a giant
wave shoving anything
in its way.

As the wave drew back
to its sea, it dragged
debra and trash, it left
scar’s upon the land.

Love can be fragile and
beautiful, it can break
things or make you stronger.

Love can hurt, because
its a mess of emotions all
in one place, the heart
is like a cage.

To love is brave,
to be loved is a want
a desire to be accepted,
we all crave its chaotic
wave and crashes.

The shadows of its doom
is always looming over
our heads, like a theft
in the night it slowly
sneaks up behind you
ready to collide with you
in the deepest depths
of our lives.

There’s always a boat
waiting for you to take
a trip upon the chaotic
sea’s of a lovers wave.

Tides of passion grow
as the seasons change,
so does the direction
of the waves.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

The wave is heavy,
my mind is going into
the deep.

The depths of the dark slowly
creep, as I close my eyes to
sleep.

The pills soaked my brain
with restful sud's of ocean
waves bringing bags of sand
to wisp me to sleep.

The chemical lullaby sings
me its song, soothing my
brain stimulating my body
to prepare me for bed.

Goodnight sleep tight,
its been too long.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I dreamed I was slow dancing with
myself under a pale moonlight,
as you're shadow watches in the
corner.

Shivers shimmied down my back
as I realized you were watching
my back.

I had to lose you to love myself,
I had to let your memory go
into the passed where you
came from.

I tried surfing your waves but
you kept crashing into me with
no remorse or concerns for
my life.

I was drowning in your depths,
lost my sanity and self worth.

While you lied and accused me,
you left me in the dust choking
on your pollution.

Love, you forgot about me,
you neglected to love me,
you never cared about my
fragile heart.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I have gazed upon the softest petals
deeper than the night, its perfume
lingers on my mind.

Of the greenest stem and leafs of
heaven's groves, a bud like no other
in black velvet under cover,
for the others are painted red.

Ode to my black rose, it grows
in the deepest depth of my heart.

This thorn of beauty and
night is plotted in rows
to grow my poetic design.

I hope my black rose brings
you peace and comfort, and
reminds you beauty is in
the design.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the ruins bones lie
thorns overgrown as ghosts
cry.

The remains of my heart scattered
aross the land, here is where
sorrow lives deep within my
depressed mind.

The rivers are made from
flowing tears, life is fed by fear,
and the shadows of my former
selves linger here.

The ghosts loudly pound on the post,
the bed shivers and my body quivers,
hairs stand up on the back of my neck,
as a reminder the ghosts never left.

A quorum of the past gathers,
memories of what once was
crushing my future with its pressure.

I don't fit this mold they provided me,
now I am tightly squeezed and
under pressure.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton

Watching the waves rolling in
the depths of darkness,
the water glow’s with a neon
green and purpose.

Rolling
rolling
rolling, deep.

The darkness fades as the dream
shakes, you wipe your eyes
from the crusty sleep.

The dream break’s as the crust
falls from your vision.

Rolling
rolling
rolling, deep.

Crawling on your belly
digging for possibilities.

The mud piles high,
thick like black slime
oozing from your mind.

Don’t do this, you’ve got
so little time.

Move they say, be smart but
don’t be proud of it, be
ashamed of yourself don’t
be mad about it.

Self abuse is like an itchy sore,
it’s annoying, damaging and
deep.

Rub some salt into it,
feel the burn.

The seasoning of life is spicy
rich and crispy.

Reality knocks at your dreams
door, asking for directions.

You slowly wake to shadows
hovering over your head,
they stair deeply
into your eyes.

Than you become aware it’s all
in your mind.

Watching the waves crashing.

Rolling
rolling
rolling, in the deep.

It’s your mind staring
glaring from your dreams.

©️ 2022 By Amanda 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

You fell out of my life like
a falling star, at first you
fell hard crashing into my heart.

You left me with a broken heart,
drowning in my sorrow drifting
on a Sea of tears.

Your heart is so shallow,
I hit bottom before I could
safe myself from your hollow.

Your emptiness devoured my love,
your black heart swallowed it
like it was nothing.

You're a pitiful shadow, a theft
in the night, a deviant blister
sore and raw.

Such a deviant fellow, I thought
you loved me.

Only to find you wanted to steal
what is mine.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

If you are afraid you have to go about life scared but be brave. Don’t be a victim, be a survivor.
----------------------
Upon my tears you fell,
you broke my heart.

Shattered to pieces,
burned to black
life blew away in ashes.

My lows got deeper,
my highs got higher,
my life seemed shallow,
my grave seemed closer.

The sun forgot to shine,
the clouds forgot to move,
the river's edge overflowed,
love forgot me leaving me in
a pile of dirt.

My heart wings broke, no longer
am I able to fly.

Love forgot about me,
it bruised me, it beat
me.

Depression seems to know me
better, but is toxic and painful.

It passes slowly and like molasses,
life flashes before my eyes.

By my surprise a light
blinds me, a reminder
of what is to come.

From deep within my black hole
one word brings me to the surface,
survival.

Be brave and accept yourself,
flaws and all. Scar's and pain
is part of the process.

You have a choice, to gain
muscle or stay week and fragile.

Anyway, I've learned to love myself accepted my flaws and scar's.

Be kind to yourself and others.

Mindfulness brings us together.

"Aww, what beauty blossoms
upon it's roots,
fragile but still blooms."

© 2018 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

I use to be just another
shadow amongst other
shadows, until one day
I decided to step into
the light.

I grew so bright,
my flame shines like
the sun, you will never
lose my vision for it
burns within your mind.

So many times I have
ran from my fears,
I got tired and decided
to give up and
start a new life.

I allowed doctor’s to open
my head to implant a device
that gave me freedom, I never
knew before, I learned how
to fly and grow my life.

Upon my new found wings
I choose where I go
from here.

I have a lesson for you,
forget what you believe
you are capable of doing,
let go of your expectations
and learn how to join me
within the dreams waiting
for you.

The freedom of acceptance
is a breath of fresh air,
you will feel like you
are flying upon a breeze.
Like a leaf floating on
the wind, you choose
where you land.

Just don’t forget to keep
climbing, and get back up
if you are falling.

A brave person knows when
to rest, a bold person knows
you have to sacrifice to
succeed and move forward.

You know what I sacrificed?

My fears! The one thing
that held me back for years.

My life is blessed because
I love and I wanted to share
my passions with you.

You are the reason I fight
to live my life. I want to
be an example to show all
of you what we are capable
of doing.

You choose if your life
is a hindrance.

We sacrifice our dreams for
society but you don’t have to,
you are a unique, beautiful, living, intelligent being.

Your choices dictate
who you will be.
So be free!

I got brain surgery,
faced my fears so I
can be who I wanted to be.

I am an autistic woman with
a rare movement disorder,
my IQ is 200, and I never
forget.

I don’t want you to forget
how special you are too.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

The slow setting sun
shimmied off its fading
beams, as the night
creeped upon the
seasons change.

Shadows danced upon the
clouds as rain soaked
the hollow, hydrating
the roots of the trees.

Perfumed memories of
yesterday’s beams lost
on the cooling breeze
as the leafs of change
fall upon my dreams.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

We all are playing a part
in the tragic comedy, our
lives grind to ash slowly
as we are forced to face
the harsh reality.

Blissful ignorance once
blinded me, numbed my tongue into silence making
me dumb.

As I grew, I flew into
the fog I learned how
to clear the clouds,
I took control over
my own destiny.

Once I thought I was alone,
I met myself and discovered
there’s so much more.

I am not a lonely shadow
hunting for the light,
I am a flame a beckon for those who feel the same.

I am not lost, for I found
myself and I accepted who
I am. I will always second guess myself, but I accept
that as normal.

I can only bend to my own,
climbing mountains, and
fly over hills, but in
my own unique way.

I am brave and strong,
I’ve taught others to do
the same.

That’s my job and I’m
okay.

©️ 2021 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

The Grimm Reaper said: "The obituaries is my library but your dictator is my lunch. Oh Donnie boi the bones are calling and your soul is weeping over your stone but no one is calling to say fair will. You brought your bombs and hate crimes followed along. You lack intelligence and love, you broke your promises before you made them because you never cared to be a good honest man.

You lack a heart and the brains to follow the strings to emotional relationships with deeper meaning.

You can't even sing or walk up the stairs without leaning and your a creepy humpback lurking in the shadows
reaching for a flag to ****-flag.

There's no doubt which shadow is yours, Mister humpty dumpty hiding between the flag poles. Chunky boi!

Oh Donnie boi the bones are calling and your soul is weeping over your stone but no one is calling to say fair will. You murdered people's faith, and trust with your dishonest jester and behavior, and your musk is a stank no one deserves.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

I should have known you'd leave
me here alone.

The waves got chaotic and strong,
you pushed me aside replacing me
with addictions and lies.

Love was magic and mysteriously deep,
it began with the blue ocean
in your eyes, there is where
I got lost amongst the
tide pools of you.

As the moon hanged loose it bowed
to the star's that flew by it's
orbital smile, my heart swooned
for awhile.

The chaos of us became a polluted
mess, I wear my emotions on
my sleeve while you tried to
in slave me.

Your corrections became lost in
translation, while your love was
polluted with drugs and alcohol
you damaged our future with your
lies and prostitution.

I cried as if you died, I grieved
for the love you took from me.

No truth rests in your eyes,
no remorse do you surmise,
you have nothing but contempt
for my life, your heart is
loveless and empty.

I fought to rise above
from the ruins of my broken heart.

My wounds are raw and my heart
is fragile like aged porcelain.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the deluge of my pen
flows a thought, an idea
spewed from the depths
of myself.

Within these walls of my
formatted frames I display
poetic art, it’s splashed
upon this digital house,
scared by the past.

I don’t write tragedies,
I write passionately
and I can move your mind
with one word and a little
of your time.

That’s the poets gift,
I don’t have to work at it
for I was born into
a poets mind.

I am a master of word play
and a designer with
a poetic passion.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Sorrow has come to visit me,
once it was like a sparrow flown
the nest but it came back on the morrow to pleck my heartstrings
with a reminder of it's passed heartache and distress.

My scar's are raw because you never allowed me to heal.

Love stabbed me in the back
my heart turned red and blue
while the black faded to gray,
in memory of you.

Upon the Ocean eyes of you
I slowly drowned while you
stole the boat and watched me
become pools of tears going under
tow for you.

My heart use to dance gaily and free, now it's caged in sorrow
and fear.

I'm lost in depression, in a sea of
abusive memories.

You left your wounds on my life,
deep and painful I am learning
how to breathe again.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I woke to vibrating feet,
choking on mucus and pain,
blurred vision slowly focusing.

I am like a moonflower,
I should bloom with the
rising sun, my roots
are strong and pliable.
But my blooms are night blossoms.

Sometimes the ocean flood’s
the valley, I am left floating
forced to follow the waves.

I have learned to be calm
and enjoy the view.

Though, patience was the hardest
to achieve, it starts with acceptance.

Acceptance is like a double edge sword,
it is stronger but harder.

If I wasn’t determined like I am,
I would have given up before I started.

I am willing to climb mountains in
pain and blood. My drive is powerful.

©️ 2021 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

There are superheroes,
they are everyday people
who are brave.

Kindness is like a seed,
when we plant seeds of kindness
they will grow heroes.

Kindness helps build societies
because love is success and
prosperity.

All we need is love just remember
to plant your seeds of kindness
and help them grow by hydrating
your plots with kind deeds.

©️ 2022 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

Love use to be my friend,
it use to hold me kiss me,
and it kept me safe.

One day it changed, love bit
me, it beat my heart until
it was bruised and ******.

It put me in danger,
it stole from me and
lied to me.

Love, loved me until I was
wounded and scared.

Love, loved me until I was
lonely.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

A desire to live burns
within, it floods into the
depths of forgotten dreams.

Fear grips your mind,
as the monsters follow
behind.

Their breathe of ice
crawls upon your skin,
shivers migrate down your
spine.

Grinding bone and dripping blood,
the monsters mouth gaps wide,
revealing fangs sharp as knifes.

Wings of night, dark shadows
in flight as the moon shines
bright their secrets come into
light.

One bite, one night,
only forever they never die.

Lost souls stolen by the night,
within the ground lies their
dreams, once alive now are ashes
of memories of who they once were.

In between the teeth of angels
lives lust and desire to live
forever.

Vampire!

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

I am like a cloud floating
in the sky, above me is the
vastness of space and possibilities.

The stars travel amongst the
darkness leaving behind their
dusty vails, they are married
to the Seas of galaxies birthing
ideas that burst forth from my
imagination.

Like a ghost a lingering
sent of passion slowly releases
from the depths of my heart.

The darkness is temporarily
lit by the burst of energy
from my release.

That like a caged bird,
I crave freedom, I yurn
for the touch of wind between
my skin and the environment.

The rush of excitement in my
veins and the exhale of air
in my lungs is accelerating
and refreshing.

I become a small galaxy of experiences,
the vastness of me expands as far
as the imagination can stretch
my existence, I have and will
touch everything;
for we are of many strings
vibrating through the vail of
star dust.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Be bold and brave upon the ocean waves, descending into it’s depths of blue and gray.

My heart once sailed on the moon’s beams of passion. Written upon the stars, above my lovers gave the passion slowly floated away.

These tides are tragic and memorable, like a kiss from darkness it devoured my dreams and hopeful wishes.

My pain drowned the beating lovers heart, killed the possibilities of forevermore.

The shadows came to settle upon the meadows of my dreams, I watched as the light faded and stole the beauty I treasure.

Now I am left with suffering and a hollow space where my lover once laid.

Love is tragic and waning like the changing of the moons gaze. He bowed to me and said fair will, kissed my cheek and left me in his shadow.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the beams of moonlight
I floated down to you.

I found you on the shore
of my dreams, there
I planted my wishes.

I lost you along the way
to the beaches of my dreams.

I floated alone, amongst the
star’s orbiting the moon of
possibilities.

Love, you forgot me.

You pushed me to the shore,
damaging the possibilities
you promised me.

I was forced to watch you
leave, from the island of
broken dreams.

I am still hopeful,
someday you will come
back to join me.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

From the poet,
I bleed ink so you don't have to.

My pains are smeared across
this post, splattered shattered broken
and shredded, for all to see and
witness the choke.

Chained by society,
held down by anxiety,
depression thinks I'm a joke,
laughing in my face reminding me
of everything I lack.

My abuser is a shadow,
doesn't matter how far away
they are, their ghost is my enemy.

Suffering is my companion,
like a knife it stabs me to remind me
its never far behind me.

Though I struggle, I grow stronger,
I grew a thicker skin, my scars are
a reminder of where I've been.

From the poet,
I bleed ink so you don't have to,
I grow poems through my heartbreak
and strife. I became the knife and my
struggles are my scars.

Its my life.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

Life never was promised
to be smooth, instead it’s
rocky and off balance but
perfect just the way it is.

Upon the rocky roads we ride,
as the sun sets and rises
on the horizon of our lives.

We climb the highest peeks,
swim across it’s rivers and
creeks, sailing the oceans
and crashing upon the shores.

We are like seashells washing
ashore leaving our mark upon
the lands in which we grow
and stand.

This is our story told
by time and its ever
growing spaces, our sparks
shine like stars within
the heavens of change.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

I have sacrificed for sanity,
I have rode the chemical imbalance
that is depression,
I have claimed the highest
mountains of my personal struggles,
I have swam the deepest oceans
of my imagination.

Still I move, I keep fighting
claiming and swimming.

My struggles are only as deep as
I can imagine, my imagination
is like a blackhole sometimes.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Aww, look at all of the time.

Life wasn’t drawn with
black jagged lines.

Life was painted
with abstract scenes
and vivid dreams.

Reality is food for thought,
imagine going to a painters
***, you swim around in its
vivid colors and you are
of brush strokes left behind
by the painters grind.

You dry slowly, over time
you crack and peel,
turn yellow and brown.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

The possibility lives within yourself.

If you want something enough
to do anything to achieve it
the possibilities are boundless.

To be prosperous and successful
you have to love yourself first
and the rest will follow.

Think of it as your health, your
mind and body are one you have
to care for both as a whole.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Upon my broken heart
you treaded and dug my
grave, you left my broken
pieces to rot within the
soils of our love, its our
lovers plot of forgotten
dreams.

When the winter frost
came to settle it became
my friend cold but consistent,
unlike you it never forsaken
me.

With your cold heartless
words you stabbed me deep
deeper still, as the blood
stained the ground, a reminder
of your betrayal.

I am left lonely,
the bruises ach
as if fresh from
yesterday.

Your sorry hurts deeper,
each time you break its
structure it gets weaker.

I never had time to heal,
before you take another
stab you stole my heart
and broke its trust you
broke the wheels and
threw the dust.

You left me in a shallow grave,
where I am trying to put back
together the broken pieces
of our love.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

You use to whisper to me the possibilities of opportunities.

But you shoved me into a box stole the key locked me away in the depths of my mind.

Now I am but a ghost a misty creature hunting a post, with my ghastly host I am smudging my inky expression all over the screen, smears of dead possibilities.

My digital fingerprints is evidence of
my poetic crimes, here is my sentence.

Poetic justice is swift and generous
my cage is the frame of this page.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

There’s a daisy for each broken dream I’ve experienced.

There’s not very many but
one is too many.

My pain burns from the depths
of my soul, I shed a tear for every wound I bare.

These river banks are a reminder
of the love we made.

Amongst the flowing water
we are the ripples we make,
every step we made was another
bough to break.

As the sunset upon our lovers
bed, a shadow slowly crept
to devour the covers.

We never had a chance,
the devil took his stance.

He played his violin with great ovation for his audience.

You decided to dance.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

At the window I stand looking out
upon the morning light, no breath
does my memory hold but poetry
flow's like a strong gasp of air.

It has been building pressure,
from deep within my mind it
grew that like a rose it's
petals gentle and soft with
it's thorny body armored and
ready.

Poetry flow's blossoming
from a seed, a hydrated thought
rooted deep within me.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Condemned to the long
endless night, in the shadows
it stolks with such a fright.

Like a spider it waits in
the corner, with a web of
desire it captures your
dreams of passion and ends
with screams.

Dripping slowly into the
endless night, your blood
is theirs for eternity.

Blackened soul, skin and bone,
blood and breath, its gone cold.

Like a statue the vampire seems,
with its cold and white lifeless
corpse it doesn't move until hunger rises from its darkest depths.

From the cold earth it came,
lurking amongst the shadows
and nightmares to drink from
the living. Vampire!

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Of velvety petals,
thy beauty grows
rising from the night shadows,
a rose blooms in the moonlight.

Thy thorny stem wraps around
the bushes, as thy scent lingers
in the night air, bringing its lovely
perfume for everyone to enjoy.

Your lacy trim and blood red decor
is so divine, it makes you shine
within an enthral sky.

Ode to thy rose,
may you bloom forever
within the enthral realm
of a great design as a poem
plotted and cultivated by
my poetic mind.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

T's corruption that killed a nation
under the weight of a fat felon,
with his forced crushing poverty,
education failed, the laws hurt the
victims, he rapes the land with
construction and unnecessary
deforestation.

A criminal sits where a leader once
sat, now he's crushing us with his
fat and wrinkles of decay.

His face is a reminder of the devil,
he's an orange fat mass of sin,
with his damaged goods
over processed grease and
rotting flesh.

He's a dragon with multiple heads,
with multiple fake crowns, his wife
is the scarlet in red. She's a supporter
of dreed and the devil's her groom.

I can hear the devilish trumpet
playing its tune. The devil's here
he's trying to crush the house
with his massive fat a$$.

He's the bringer of doom.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

Under the moonlight,
I shine bright, my ink smears
are evidence.

My ghosts come out,
my thoughts are
set free.

Oh what crimes they plot,
it's poetic justice.

This is my crime scene,
my favorite haunt.

Line by line, don't cross the
line until you've tasted my cookies.

Crumb by crumb, I leave behind
evidence of my shshsh!
Its just between you and me.

Poetry!
Poetry!
Poetry!
Poetry!
I'm the poet, your minds beacon
to possibilities.

I'm a vivid dream waiting to be
written, waiting to be read by you.
My muse!

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

I gazed upon its beauty,
like a star gazer watching
the night sky. I dripped upon
the earth soaking deep into its girth.
What once was barren is now
pregnant and fertil.

I wounded amongst the meadows,
laid between the roots and
melted into the black that is
velvet and deep.

I shed my sorrows to hydrate
its wormy bed.

With my tears I birthed the
blackest rose, its roots grow
where my soul weeps.

As I became overgrown and
that like stone my fountain
flows.

I wonder should I paint my
black rose red or leave it
as it grows, just like Alice
painted the white roses red?

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the falling rain
lives my heart,
with the broken beams
of light pain fades away,
with a passing breeze
the clouds depart
revealing your face.

Oh love, how I miss you.
Let me remind you
I will never forget you
and your forget me not kisses
and embraces.

Love lasts as long as you
embrace its memory.

Far from this place once lived
two lonely hearts, between
the empty spaces they
collided like two falling stars,
filling every inch with
passion and beating heartstrings
playing their song.

You never fade;
you forever live within
the empty spaces between
light and dark, for
you are a brightening star.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

I have a cure,
for the poetic disease.

Take one dip of your pen,
now write... Don't hold in your secrets
for poetry isn't a lie nor a dishonest fool.

An inky cure for the poetic disease
is all you need.

A formatted line can cure your
poetic block just don't forget to
read.  We've all gotten lost
once or twice.

I caught the poetic disease,
I am begging for more while
I am on my knees.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

Vanilla sky's rush through my mind,
heartbeat quickens butterflies flutter, my cage has been opened my mind set free.

I'm here to set fire to your closeted ideas, burn the bridges that separates our differences.

I will build you a pair of wings to bring you closer to me.

Blow your sails to tow your creativity into my chaos.

My candle of poetic desire burns like the hottest fire, deep within my muddled mind I'm happiest and brightly lit, here I am breathing my poetic flames for all to witness.

My chaos is a gift, an idea ran away with endless possibilities. I bring you my needle and thread a design like no other.

A seamless tapestry of emotional expression stitched together with my poetic web.

I am like a spider, I built my web onto this page in captivating readers with my poetic purpose.

©️ 2022 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

The smoke rose and the soul released.

They linger for awhile, moaning and
breezing around grazing your skin
with an icy touch.

Like a cold breath of electricity,
the chill is a reminder they are
still here.

Who yah gonna call,
When the ghosts come knocking?

Deep within the walls they crawl,
scratching and tapping.

They invade your dreams, where
it’s icy cold and they torcher
your soul.

You wake with a fright and
the ghost greets you with one
last ghastly scream.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton