While musing over the past
I feel lost in the fragments
of the memories of you.

You stole my dreams
with your lies that you
love me.

I regret nothing but
holding on longer than
I should have.

Our love is a shadow
a memorial of past pain
and struggle.

I have learned how to
stand stronger, how to
love myself and let go
of expectations of
unforgivable love.

In the end I am no longer
held back by your shadow,
I am stepping out into
the light so I can ones
again shine.

You should be ashamed
of yourself for dimming
the lights so you can
steal the spotlight,
because we were meant
to be a duo sharing
the light.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

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

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

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

Good morning.

© 2019 Amanda Shelton

I’ve been sailing on dark waters for awhile, I lost the paddles awhile ago.

Row, row here we go…

The Sea, did it lose me or
did I get lost out in the crashing expressions now it’s flooding the boat?

I’m bobbing on these waves,
riding the crashing emotional
damages I’ve carried with me.

Until I am drowning in the toe,
rolling over me; my body turning to foam.

Foam deep, the waters are choking me.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

The pain I suffer is great
but my fight is stronger than
the pain.

My nerves are damaged beyond
repair but I still find the
will to keep breathing.

It’s not easy my friends,
pain is exhausting and
heavy.

It feels like I am burning
itching and hot pokers are
stabbing me.

My nose is running and I sneeze
more often, mucus builds up with
a scratchy throat.

I don’t have a cold or flu,
its just how my body reacts.

Doctor’s don’t know what to do,
they are learning too.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

You brought greed and pain
to my door, broke my heart
and stole my food and pills
you left me in pain and
to starve.

With no remorse you stole
from others too, you lie about
your purpose and support.

You are no ones friend,
you’re an abusive judgemental
dude you manipulate, behind the scenes you say horrible things
you are not honest and clean.

You even accuse me of being
abusive when I have done nothing
but change my life to stop your
abuse.

You lied about your apology,
you haven’t changed anything,
you still use people and drugs.

Why would you accuse a
handicapped person of
doing things they are
unable to do?

You are the only dishonest
person here, no shade do I
cast, for my soul shines only
for Jesus and I never show
any kind of evilness.

You can ask everyone else,
I am honest and loving.

As for you,you have no stable
ground to place your blame
on everyone else.

I have no blame for
I don’t do shameful things
or accuse others, I keep
to my home where my chair
is placed and my cat rests
beside my legs.

I have seizures and pain,
my autistic brain keeps
me busy and my sanity
stable as well as my faith.

You don’t support my sanity
and faith,you gaslight
everything until I second
guess myself.

You called me the liar
while you did drugs and
stole from everyone else.

You play your music that
causes me seizures,you
turn on your devices
after you told everyone to
turn off the lights, so
I can feel better.

You make excuses
to judge others when its
you whose doing bad things.

You have no one to blame
but yourself, no one hurt
you or caused you suffering,
you’ve abused yourself
before you met everyone else.

I have no problems but what
you bring, I worked hard
to build my life above the
pain and suffering I’ve been
forced to endure.

You’ve never supported me
or made me feel stronger
and beautiful and like
I am a beautiful queen
by your side.

You’ve made me feel unwanted
and ashamed, you made me
think I am insane.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

My dreams use to bruise
my ego, until I learned to
let go of my ego and reached
for my dreams instead.

I replaced my fears with
passion for life and
the ocean doesn’t have
to calm down because
I learned how to ride
the waves.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

I ponder, what it is like
to be my shadow.

To be shadow,
Its lonely, avoid of color,
no cold, no heat, dark, and
empty.

Even though I am always
beside you, I am ignored
by most.

The dark devours me,
the light gave birth to me.

I am your companion,
never invited but welcomed.

I have written many a poem,
alongside your lamps and
daytime wonderings,
I am your inspiration.

A muse.

We are one, never departed
but separated by darkness,
and the light brings us together.

Every step you make, I follow.
Every move you make, I follow.
Without your breath I can not
breathe for you are my breath.

I am Shadow.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

I can smell the heat
raising from the stone
above, the earth is warm
but cold underneath the
slab I lay, no breath I
release.

I’m cold beneath the
girth of the grave.

So cold am I, choking on
the dirt, every night
I awaken to the living,
drinking from their
fountain of forever dead
but still I am digging.

Deeply burdened by the
acid sun, bites my skin
burns my being deep within.

Ash and bone, I’m
grinding the stone.

Dripping, bleeding,
tasting the heat like
a thirsty monster licking
its teeth.

Hunger lives in between
my teeth, grinning wide
with eyes like Sapphire
gem’s.

Lips as pale as my skin,
as ivry porcelain.

Salvation comes on the
beams of sunlight
streaming from above.

So close I am,
yearning for the
taste of blood.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the ink from my pen
poetry scratches across this page
with vengeance and vitality.

That like a river overflowing
from its banks, passion floods
from the depths of me.

These pages are evidence of
my poetic crimes, such passion
is like a cut that's deeper than
skin and bone.

Poetry, it's a muse of great
blunder and tragedy.

My lips are locked but my mind is
not. Inspiration grows upon my
silence. Shouts loudly when freed
by writing.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Every morning I wake in pain
but some place in the depths
of time your memory eased
the strain.

Our lives together faded
with the passing rain,
you became the gray clouds
over the oceans that downs
the love we once had.

Your betrayal broke the dream
we were supposed to be free
as two birds flying high
above the sea breeze.

You lost yourself while
I found myself, you never
noticed I was always waiting
for you to come to the surface.

I held my breath,
when you should
have been holding
my hand instead.

You left me adrift upon
your endless seas of
blues and greens, there
I found the truth the deeper
parts of me , I learned to love myself and accept everything.

Beyond the surface of the dream
I once was adrift amongst the
dead seas you cursed with your
endless push.

Love left me to drown in
its depths of darkness and
chaotic waves.

Love left me abused and
in pain, without remorse
or apology.

I was forced to accept it.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Painful silence scratches at my heart, leaving deep marks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My love is sick.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Honesty is my best friend,
I have no choice but to
be honest so I will be honest
for you my friend.

My mother taught me,
I am graceful, I am
like a dancer, I pick
my battles honest and
bravely, I march on into
the dark, as life burns me
I just shine for you all
can find me in the darkest
night.

I am a flame a flickering
blaze burns from my depths,
I burn like a star beyond
the night.

I will never loss my
fire for it burns through
your mind in the poetry
that I write.

My passions I express,
my wings I spread wide
taking me above this,
beyond the scope of your
experience I am always
waiting for you to join me.

My reality never had boundaries,
I am like a caged bird set free.

Poetry made this possible
so so did my mother who
taught me, I am everything
I want to be. I just have to
remember to never loss my fire
I can burn hotter than life so
you will never forget me.

I am grateful for the pain
and suffering being human
has brought me, for it helps
me grow stronger.

We all are powerful
change, and masters of
our lives. I am stronger
because I am a believer
because of my mother
who taught me to be braver
and feed my flame with
the Heavenly Father.

You think I am going to disappoint you?

Oh no, I am going to follow the stars you have laid out for me. Thank you momma, I love you.

I am braver because of you.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

You know your a poet when your spitting out poetry and you trip over the words but it still makes sense.

The format keeps flowing, floating in your mind like a leaf on the breeze. It landed upon this page.

Mouthful of grunge and ***** blues leaving my jeans stained with regret, I didn’t express myself sooner than I expected.

Now I am mowing the lawn with over the top wordplay, spitting my poetic fire like a rapper losing volume quite but still slick from losing my grip. I catch myself quick.

Twisted rhythm with grinding rhymes and flooding banks of expression. I never leave without passion, I burn like a wick my candle is hot and half melted. Its wickedness lashing out from the blazing words I am expressing.

Call me a poetic fool but I am not joking, my passion burns holes through the internet disconnected from myself, just so I can express myself.

I think like a flower, my passion withers away if I don’t keep expressing in poetic ways.

I hold a lot of power in my words. Words are mightier than a sword. But only if you keep writing…

Express yourself just keep writing.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the waves of despair
I’ve been riding its
chaotic tide.

My tears drowned my fears
as sorrow pushes me over
the edge.

My dreams are darkly lit
but my heart brings
me into the light
of reality.

A dream is but a dream,
a life is but a flame burning
until its exhausted.

Until the dawn
my love will remember
me as a perfumed dream.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Goodnight.

Upon the setting sun
rose my dreams.

It breathed life into
my fleeting mind
as poetry leaped
forth to format reality.

It became an idea
that grew into a
blooming poetic vision.

As darkness fades
reality wakes
so does the poet
in me.

Until the dawn farewell.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

A writer never dies, for
their life is published
on pages of white,
they live forever within
the stories they write.

I sat thinking many times
before, spilling my missy
thoughts all over the floor, exposing it for all to read.

I am a writer,
My life is a paper
crisp and crumbled
with ink smudged edges.

I am always
lost in the jungles
of my deepest thoughts.

A ghostly poet
reincarnated through
a lost art of ink smears
and smudges.

I am yelled and scared
by time and my poetic crimes.

I gather myself upon these
pages, so the masses can
devour my deepest thoughts.

No pressure,
no pushing or shoveling
just a grave for my
poetic muse, for your
passionate views.

I bring to life expression,
my written strife burning
holes in the book of my past
experiences one line at a
time. Formatting strife
while I surf the poetic oceans of my life.

I fall deeply into the dark
but I burn bright as the
black devours the night,
for I become its light.

No darkness can divide us
from this process.

For I bleed ink so you
don’t have to, I sacrifice
my suffering with poetic
justice so you can find my truth.

These page’s are witness
to my poetic crimes.

Welcome to my personal
expression, its a trip into a
passionate relationship
with my muse.

No depression can survive
for my muse devours it with
darkness as it collapses
upon these pages turning
into smudges of life, I
bring it into the light.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Like a frozen teardrop
I became water in your
touch and the warmth of
your kiss followed me
through the winter nights.

That was but a wish.

I remember this like it’s
a whisper left on my pillow.

The shadow of your memory
fades away upon the breeze.

Its over now,
it must have been a dream,
a long forgotten wish
that never got to breathe
for you took it back and choked it.

With your lying lips
and cold hearted burn
you killed the passion
with one word. Love!
It hurts sometimes.

©️ 2020 By Amanda Shelton

It is a night of brooding
pain, a song of sorrow
puts me to sleep.

A taste of agony lingered
upon the night, as ethereal
agony awakens me to the
eternal suffering fool
I am.

Curling, icy wisps of memory
shrouds my pale form,
of lurking agony.

The gravity of life
shoulders me with illness
pushing me deeper into
suffering, and my pain
drains the essence of
my shallow existence
from the weakened
bones beneath my frame.

Now a night of new awareness,
I grow upon the river bank
where it’s warm and green
to wash away the suffering
of past disease.

Sadly my life has other plans.

No happiness was promised,
no cure was given, no tears
soaked up or a stopping
to drowning my sorrow,
dreams stole my wishes
and hopes, but faith
built me stronger upon
its unbreakable ropes.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

If you knew how hard you’d fall
would you change?

If you knew the Earth would
fight would you change?

What cause and effect would
make you want to change?

If you choked on a cigarette
would you change?

If the sun burnt your head
would you change?

Upon these times you live
like a shadow amongst other
shadows, all slowly fades
into the night.

Would you change if needed?

We all make mistakes,
we all grow and develop,
we all go back to the wind
to live our lives.

Upon the rising sun
I am reminded of my
future and song.

I am a writer
a recorder of life,
through poetry I breathe
twice, once in body
again through poetic lines.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Today is a new day,
refreshed and clean.

Every second is a new,
it’s unique because time
is always moving forward.

It’s like a ladder with
no way down, you are
forced to go up, up, and up!
until your body degrades
into soil.

You are recycled into the Earth,
if you believe in God you will
live on forever in heaven.
So be faithful.

My love goes out to all
who suffer.

We as humans are built
to fight and survive.

We fought so many other things
and came out stronger and
smarter, that’s exactly what
is going to happen again.

This can be good because
this is how we survive,
this is how we prosper
becoming stronger through
the struggle.

What living being can make
vaccines, computers, cell phones,
and sew like we do?

We have a responsibly to keep
the world alive because we are capable.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

I trusted you with my heart,
you manipulated and tortured
me until I fell apart.

You never loved me,
instead you accused
and tortured me with
your constant accusations
and abusive nagging relations.

You cheated on me
with your addictions
and your blue devilish
eyes.

Your good at manipulation.

You brought the devil to
my door with no remorse
or respect for my life.

You lay upon your bed of lies,
amongst the decay and flies
your most comfortable.

Your betrayal smells gross,
as you try to hide amongst
the ghosts of your evil deeds.

The ghosts pound upon the posts,
pounding louder as you blunder
through your life, your deeds
hot upon your trial.

You can’t hide from your
demons boy, the truth finds
you with its brilliant spotlight
it burns your eyes and pushes
you out from beneath your lies.

Nothing covers up the truth.

The truth is always behind you,
you can cover up a lie by telling the truth, so why waste your
time being a fool telling lies?

Honesty brings solitude and
strength, lies bring ugliness
and unnecessary pride and
prejudice.

You tired to make me look like
a fool, when you are the
dishonest one and God knows
the truth so does my family
and friends.

You messed with the
wrong lady, I’m no fool
for the devil like you.

I don’t play the poker game
of lies, I don’t like flies
I respect my life and faith.

You decided to lay upon
your bed of lies,
you look like a fool
with your devilish grin.

Your playing the game with
the devil on your back.

He’s biting you but you
never fight back.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Have you ever noticed that life is a memory but the current moment?  

It fades so quickly sometimes you don’t have time to hold on to it.  

The only thing left from yesterday is a faint perfumed moment in your mind.  

Like smoke, it slowly releases itself into the universe until it becomes smog and part of the other experiences you collected.

It fades when another comes to shove its way into the current passages of our lives.

It’s rare for someone to be able to keep it for a lifetime.

Life is but a passing moment an instant blink that lasts less than half of a second.  

A dream of sorts, or a clouded sky moving upon the forces of the wind.  

For me its a storm that builds it never fades, it just keeps collecting more of itself, gathering within my mind.  

My mind is polluted with memories.  

I am a bottomless pit of past experiences that never leave me.  

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

You are like the sun shining
through the clouds,
you blew me a kiss with
your beaming smile.

With your tender touches
I am kindled burning bright,
with desire and life.

You inspire my flame to
rise and shine, you rain but
I catch it in my heart
felling the emptiness with
your unforgettable name.

You are a scar upon my life,
you infected me with your
blue eyes and ocean view.

You inspire me to do better
for God and family.

Life's too short to let it
fly by without a sign of
recognition or recommendation.

On the darkest days
you come with the light,
beaming bright when there’s
no shine on the outside.

You are my sunrise.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

I slowly became rooted within
the fiber’s of my chair, it
supports my life of pain
and grind.

With its needless blues and greens rushing through my veins.

The blues are sadness,
the greens are my favorite
things I miss the most.

I once had a dream now
I am lost amongst the clouds
and the fiber’s of my life.

I once was a shy girl,
I grew into a poetic format
that is rooted in my life like
the chair is rooted in my strife.

My blues are easy to express,
it flows with a slight pressure
a push and shove. Once I open
the gate it floods the page with
my tears and faith.

With my broken heart I fell apart
but poetry keeps it hanging on
by a thread. My love bleeds out…

Love gave me doubt and a reason
to run out. I became its broken jar
full of bruises and tears.
Don’t forget the poetic formats
that bleed from my roots and drowned me in tears.

You became a scar upon my heart.
The scars are inspiration burning
hot and it grows wild deep inside
its depths. Now its rushing,
gushing out.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

I wanted to believe in us…

The universe had other plans for us, breaking the bones of love and passion. I bled for this.

Breath I am, pain I bear and I confess my bruises are deeply engraved in my heart.

Stitches hold the memory of you and your vows you left broken it tears the fabric of the love you promised me.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, kisses lost upon the losses I gambled on your broken promises. Stolen by the winds you blew into my heart of caution.

Nothing but scars remain. Your memory is nothing but pain beating at my chest for entrance, but I locked you out. Built a wall around the wounds. I am finished playing your sick game.

You walk with the devil, I am not like you. The Lord’s plan is more important. I am letting you go…

This pain is deviant, frustrating and blue. I’d rather have greens growing in my mind, a reminder of happier times. Trees full of ripened love, ready to be consumed.

My hopes ran away with you. I have to find a new hope, one that will never die. I have to let you go so my heart can survive.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Sometimes I wonder the poetic
forest’s of my mind, I ponder.

Is the poetic dreams I conjure
made up of wasted time?

Are my words reaching your
radio static, and your nimble
ears that lean in just a little,
to take a nible from my table?

Can you hear me?
Can you read my expressions?
Am I getting through loud
and clear?

Hello out there!

As you approach the dragons
den, I spew my poetic fire
into your pits of desire and
it burns for awhile.

You can see its flames
waving in your eyes reflection.

I am a weak flame getting hotter
but exhausted from the need
to kindle the inferno.
But here I am still standing
strong, stronger than ever, feeding
the dragon its poetic treasures.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

In the beginning there was black,
soon lightning crashed and
everything bloomed in
a big massive boom.

Dance monkey dance,
the universe says to dance,
dance monkey dance.

Here comes the chance,
but still the monkey's dance.

Dance monkey dance,
the universe says to dance,
dance monkey dance.

We all want to die on our own hill
but there's only one hill to claim,
so we dance until its our time.

In the beginning there was black,
in the end it devours everything
until its black again, and we start
all over again.

Dance monkey dance,
until your feet bleed and your
legs ache and cramp,
we grow old and wrinkly.

The universe says to dance,
the last dance is gone with the wind
upon the whisper of your last breath,
death says let's dance.

The flame still dances, in the shape of
a monkey in a smoky haze it slowly fades.

Are we not all like the monkey,
dancing for our future?

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

Hello my old friend,
I welcome you to sit.

My invitation is always open,
your my muse, my inspiration.

Your my shadow, my beating
mind vibrates as you enter
my space.

Upon the waves of thought
you come freely and
without shame or block.

Hello my old friend,
I welcome you to sit.

My muse you are, a bold
breath of excitement rushes
over my life as the poetry
begins to fly, I can only
comply and release the
passion I try to hide.

Hello my old friend,
I welcome you once again.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

The winds have shifted,
the oceans have calmed,
the chaotic tides are rolling
up the sand leaving me
resting upon the shore.

Love has settled beside me,
leaving its kisses and
best wishes.

The world seems at rest,
as the sun shines upon
the sea’s, shadows soak
up the beams welcoming
me to this beautiful scene.

The birds are singing
and the wind is soft upon
my skin, the sun is softly
glowing as I am reminded
of the spring.

I have just a short moment
before the summer steals
the breeze.

My lovely spring becomes
a memory.

Like a blooming flower,
spring leaves behind
sweet perfumed memories.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Dear depression, I forgave you
but never forgot you.

Dear depression, you beat me up
left me lonely and drowning in
the fog.

I ran from you,
I swam far into the
crashing waves for you,
I got lost within your
gray clouds.

You lied to me,
you stabbed me,
you crushed my inspiration
and caused me frustration.

You stole my self-esteem,
blew my heart away like
a leaf, it slowly faded
into the breeze.

I claimed your highest mountains,
I crawled through your thorny roses,
I fight your shadows of sadness.

Dear depression, I am saying goodbye
for I’ve gotten to the other side.

The signs say farewell, at the end
it says welcome to possibilities.

Now I am greeted by a smile
it’s my souls reflection.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Beyond the dreams of the world
lives a flame that flickers
with hope.

Upon the path we cling
onto the dreams our parents
wished for us.

The rope is always ready,
you just have to grab it
tightly and allow it to pull
you up to higher ground.

These walls we’ve built
are not eternal but the
love will be left behind
in the ruble.

The devil comes only
in weakness for he’s
a coward and a lazy
monster. He knows how
to break your meditation,
boil your thoughts until
they are ashes, damage
your faith and worship.

But it’s up to you if
the devil breaks your
heart and soul, for
with the LORD comes
strength, and mercy,
eternal life, and guidance
from his council.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

To be a great artist
and writer, you have
to suffer.

Those who survive
are those who become
great.

Be true and fearless,
for this too shall pass.

Remember your blessings,
sacrifices, and achievements;
and learn from your mistakes.

We are flawed but perfect,
as long as you believe in
yourself and trust that
you have a future.

Those who can imagine
the possibilities are
the future leaders and developers.

Be bold and brave,
don’t be afraid.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

I have more dead art pieces
than live.

My inspiration is random
and off the road.

It's how the creative mind works.

We think outside the box
and bring the abstract inside.

Math, and science works the same way.

Someone had to think about it
for the idea to exist.

We creative thinker's,
reached into the vastness of
space and time, brought the stars
and planets to the minds of the
population, creative minds made
the internet possible too.

We artist's bring the possibilities
into people's lives.

I am a painter of word's and brushes.

I was born this way.

I was born with a pen in one hand
and ideas in the other.

Dead art pieces are practice art
pieces, they build a bridge to
greatness and help save the environment.

Recycle your dead art pieces
and be proud to be a creative
thinker.

We are the possibilities.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

The moon has a vision
of a quill and paper
resting upon a poets
writing table.

Upon the poets arrival
the window opens revealing
the table where inspiration
is birthed.

The poet becomes a
philosopher upon
the setting sun,
the mind burns with poetic
desire while the moon
bows and smiles with
delight.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Bobbing in the memory of you,
I floated on cloud nine.

In the depths of darkness
I lost you to its craziness.

You fell for the stars
as they caught your eye
taking you far away from
where we started.

The journey is chaotic
and fast with its blazing
blasts of heated violence.

Love was tired of running from your addictions and crashes.

You broke the shores as you
crashed into its sands bringing
broken glass cutting my heart
deeply leaving scars in my past.

Once we were happy but now
there’s nothing but sadness
reminders of the love story
you promised.

But I am okay its soon to pass.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Upon my sorrow pours my pain, flooding my life with suffering. The blue turns deeper with ever breath I exhale.

Slowly leaching forth from the depths of the darkness, my tears release agony from it’s caged room in which I grew stronger. Building strength to win this battle.

Pain is not a friend I invite over for crumpets and tea, it is my foe and greatest enemy.

I never wanted suffering, I never thought it would try suffocating me from the inside out.

For I am a candle blowing in the wind, I blow smoke to call you in. But pain decided to still the light that burns so bright. It tries to devour my flame as if I don’t hold it’s spark or kindling within myself.

Its ignorant to my strength, while pain beats loudly at my door, I am preparing for the future and nothing can still my heart.

I become a fixture, a brighter blazer than ever before. I burn for the Lord almighty. His flame never burns out.

Within the Lords heart I am rooted, my plot is firmly planted upon heavens girth. I will be reborn in heaven. Like a seed I grow underneath my Lord’s feet.

The plows are ready to sew what I reap, each grain goes to my flame feeding my soul leaving my suffering barren and defeated. I sacrificed my pain so I can live again.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Every night I feel the distance that has grown between us, opening the empty spaces between the moon and stars where love once flew so far.

I've been fighting for a way out, I forgot the doors were open from the start.

Trauma befriended me, stole my dignity and my heart.

From its ugliness and fear, I grew beauty and bravery. For in the darkness beauty shines brighter and without the light the darkness would be nothing.

I am that like a star, I burn in the darkness becoming the light upon my departure.

Flying free, I am hanging high like
the moon, in the spaces of time I bloom.

Trauma never leaves me, it's a poke in my back, a reminder of what I lack, but also a testimony to my strength and agility.

I never looked back, it chose to be
my shadow, always behind me testing my abilities to handle the struggle.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the pieces of my
broken heart I shattered
into fragments of our love.

My wounds leave scars,
left in my jars of past
broken dreams you broke
with your passionate tongue,
you promised me forever,
I got thrown away and
tossed to the side instead.

Your words saturated my heart,
until it burst at the seems
releasing my broken dreams.

I might not be able to
fix the future of our
love but I am able to
move on and build
new dreams.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

I am floating upon the
restless dreams I’ve collected.

The clouds have lifted
revealing the stars,
it rained so long I
forgot about them.

I once swam in the ocean,
I learned that I am not alone,
every grain of sand was collected
pushed upon the shore building beaches and mountains.

I am like a grain of sand,
life pushes me ashore I
build beaches and mountains.

We all are grains of sand,
waiting for the waves to
push us in the right direction.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Rope, tight, bounce back
now fly...

Tug tug tugawar...

My boat flew when I dreamt of you,
but you stole my heart and now
you've got to boom! boom!
boom-boom! boom-boom!
out of my life.

You left me bruised, a ****** scene,
shattered and tied.

Your chains I broke, my tears drowned your abuse.

Oh your nothing but ghostly lies,
gastly Wolfie lies. Howling, crawling
like a beastly wound lurking in the depths of my life. Abuse!

The evidence of you is written upon my skin, like an infection you festered and annoyed me until I treated your affliction.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

I am a writer
a recorder of life,
through poetry I breathe
twice, once in body
again through poetic lines.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

I bring to you
Good News.

God has a plan for you.

Be mindful of his presence,
grace and mercy.
For he is, was,
and forever will be.

He’s our heavenly Father
above as below on Earth,
he’s given you breath
and a home.

Forgiveness and mercy
is his gift.

Freedom is his mercy,
love and compassion.

Be faithful and spread
the word as I do.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

For those who are suffering and feel alone, for those whom are forgetful of God’s blessings this is a reminder. I am a faithful believer and I bring you the Good News. God never forgets its us who forgets to open the door for God. God has never left you, its you who left God out in the cold. God is the church, he’s the alter and Omega. He’s beyond your imagination and all others bow to he who forever shines like the sun. He blinds us with his brilliance and beauty. He should be your foundation at all times. For we are the sinful fools and he is the forgiveness that we need to achieve peace. Let go of your expectations and allow God to fell the empty spaces replacing the trash and sin you collected. Be blessed and understand you deserve it because God believes you do. Blessings are upon you for you are a child of God.

Honesty is built on trust,
bedrock and stone.

To build a city
you need communication,
straight forward instructions,
and people with different skills for each task.

A team builds a support,
a foundation.

A structure can fall a part
but without an honest blueprint
there’s nothing you can do.

Lies break infrastructure
causes cracks within the
foundation and fragile
walls that have no support
beams. They have no support
nor care for your desires.

So why would you follow
a liar or crook through a fire?

Wouldn’t you rather survive
and know the status of your
family members?

How does war put out the fire?
Have you ever seen a war
that ended without death
or burning infrastructure?

Peace is the winner of the raise,
it brings patience freedom and
prosperity. Honesty can bring peace and strength.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Like a fiery ribbon waving in the
wind, love once waved at me from
the balcony and wrapped my heart
with its choking burning inferno.

I saw magic within its blaze,
I thought it burned just for me.
I wasn't wrong it definitely burned
just for me, the wizard meant to hurt
me and steal my innocence.

The wizard was a fraud, a codfish out
of water. When I showed strength
he got hotter and threw me into
the fire.

He used me as fuel to feed
his fragile ego and tiny IQ.

As I weathered underneath
his heatwave, he mocked and
belittled me tried to steal
my power.

I felt useless, ugly and unwanted,
everything I did was not enough for
the wizard, he is a ruined beasty
with jagged teeth and an evil soul always ready to devour my self
esteem. His broken mind never
understood time or love, all he
wanted was for me to suffer.

I had to build a bridge between us
to protect myself from his illusions  
and cold heartedness, before he
ruined me and left ashes in my place.
I slowly grew wings of knowledge
and support from my community,
I built boundaries and got stronger,
I gave him to the wolves and took
back my powers.

I let him go and learned to accept
he never loved me, he wanted my life
and money, he wasn't a wizard
he is a monster.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the wind
travels my words,
it is my responsibility
to be mindful of what
I speak for the universe
hears everything.

Words are powerful,
like the seasons upon
the breeze live the
winds of change.

I carry the news,
it depends on what
I chose to say.

We all do.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Secrets are oozing from the
bowels of the earth, she quakes
and shakes her ***** for your
viewing.

Watch her take a bite from your
life, she’s older than your
great great great grandparents.

Her womb grew for us, opening
wide devouring those who die.

She’s got six feet
long legs, a chest bigger
than mount Everest, and
hair as long as the
Nile River.

Her depths are the deepest,
her valleys dip deeper too,
her girth is wide and she
has sapphire eyes and
diamonds grow from her thighs.

She’s screaming for help,
but no one hears her cries,
for you’re all blind and deaf,
it’s a merciful whisper burning
steady and fast through out the night.

She slowly takes her last breath,
releasing a deadly ghost from
her past.

Oh Corona, oh Corona
shall we sing you a song
a proper fair well?

Oh Corona, oh Corona you’ve
over stayed your welcome,
no one invited your virus
or your dime lit eyes.

Such secrets came free
as the sunsets upon your
ocean eyes, the beams
carry a dream of peace
and love. It’s up to us
if we do her right.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Upon a beating breath a heart
is born.

Feelings and life pushes it
through strife, it learns how
to fear, cry, love and support,
it builds a stronger cage
within your chest.

It locks away loves first kiss,
it breaks upon the fall, it
heals and deals with bruised
memories, its reminded of
its place by the pressures
you embarrassed.

It expresses pain and stress
through the process of life
and osmosis.

It beats faster and faster
with every step you make,
it slows down as you calm
to rest and take a break.

At the end of the process
its stronger and smarter,
but still age helps decay
to take away its beating
breath, it weakens over time
as death comes knocking
on the cage door.

Life was welcomed but death
was not invited, yet it has
a key for death is part of
the process.

As the key slowly turns
all goes quite and peaceful,
death sat down as an
old friend would do,
leaning in to kiss you.

For a moment you are lovers,
life and death dancing together.

Life gracefully bows taking
deaths hand to walk into the clouds.

The End!
Fin!

❤️

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton