The shadow's march on
through the night,
as the moon slowly moved on,
and the dawn stole the night.

**© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

I am in pain.

My head is like Grrr!
I am pirate headache
I bring waves of pain
and crushing winds
to make it harder for you
to get up again.

Rrr! Polly want a *******?

**** pirates,
I don’t like their crackers.

This Polly wants nothing
but relief.

Here they come again,
swords aready, I’ma fighten
pirate’s today.

Pirate Headaches bring
me no *****, instead they
steal my time and comfort.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

I suffer from chronic illnesses,
it's a lonely path sometimes.

No one can see my pain,
it's like a bent shadow of myself.

Avoid of empathy, compassion
and vice, pain doesn't care about
your life, or your plans.

Pain separates us by it's great
chasm between nerve endings
and it's laboured breathe.

Like a thread, pain vibrates
from one end to another
with little resistance.

It comes uninvited for
pain is no one's friend.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Upon a passing phrase,
my life is like a poem it lies
line by line at my feet someday
it will bury me deep in the grave.

The moment I took my first
breath of air lifes been following me in the shadows
of possibilities.

My dreams mean nothing
unless I believe in **** mockery.
My choices are dusty paths
laid down before me as I walk
through the trees of experience,
ghosts of my past selves are
seen with shovels on the sides
of my journey digging for
the future.

My mind is a whisper of images,
flashing across my minds screen
is a paused memory.

Pain and suffering are
my companions, grief and
wisdom keep reminding me
keep moving.

So slow, so dim, so low,
but oh so lovely here I go...

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

If I fall would you catch me?

I once stood on mountains,
swam the depths of the ocean,
ran miles before going home
hiked bike trails and I climbed
Mammoth mountain.

Like a rose, I grew from a seed
slowly blossoming into a bud,
I took awhile before I stretched
my petals, once I did I was a rose
perfumed well and loved by many.

All I need is a smile and poetry,
people seem to like my unique
style and beaming smile.

Though, my heart was broken
I fell to pieces, I was shattered
by a monster who said I love you
and stabbed me in the back.

Now I am climbing new heights,
I am starting over with my life.

If I fall don't worry I can catch myself.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Be kind to a stranger
and you might make a friend.

Lend a helping hand to someone
in need and you might build
your foundation stronger
by adding a new beam.

Be loud if you think you
are not being heard,
but respectful to anyone
in the room. You might learn
how to speak up for yourself
and people will stop to pay attention.

Don’t be shy and you might
find something amazing,
because you opened yourself
up to the possibilities.

Face your fears so you can move forward, and you might go on an adventure you always dreamed about.

Be free like a bird,
and you might find
your soul mate because
you put yourself out there
for everyone to see.

Be one with the sea
and you won’t be pulled under
the title waves, life won’t
seem so exhausting.

Live life as if you are dying
because you are going to someday.

Respect life because it won’t respect you if you don’t. Life can’t respect it’s self because life is an affect nothing else.

Be true to you and everyone else and life will seem happier and smoother.

**© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

Deep within my heart
lives love, there it is
cultivated and fed.

But my love is restless,
it is rooted in unstable
ground.

My foundation is neglected
by loves lacking embrace,
its touch hurts, brings
pain and scars.

My heart once had a dream
of being held and supported,
by a bond between two souls searching for love.

I was rudely awakened by
pain and heart break.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

I a dying rose, I have nothing
but perfumed words.

I a nobody, I have nothing
but poetry.

I a shadow, I have nobody
but myself beside me.

I a lingering sigh, I have but one
chance one life to do my best.

I am living on a breath, a wind that
blew from the west and settled
on your screen through poetry,
line by line I lay down my life.

I am like a seed, not like the rest
rooted in sand I started out half
sunk but grew stronger and
deeper reaching for the rocks
to build a stable foundation.

Here I rise, I shine and
grind the keyboard until
it lags.

Sometimes spell check thinks
I'm British French and Spanish,
once it predicted Romanian
was my first language.
What happened to English?

I'm white but am I really?

If you cut me do I bleed
white or blood? I swear
I am human.

I don't think my keyboard cares
it just sits and stares tries to
predict but fails.

Now I am a poet with broken English
not by choice but by design of
spell check, my skin is really
partly translucent.

Here I bleed poetry and prose spill
from my fingertips like a wizard
blowing smoke like a dragon.

Here you come to witness my strum,
my tugging and pulling brings you
closer into my cave of batty gloom,
that I resurrect from the deepest
parts of my mind.

Mute I am.
I arm myself with deeper meaning
to express myself, otherwise
I am silent and scared over communicate and second
guess myself.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the rising sun,
my pain has begun.

Within the night
I take flight.

Upon the breeze I am
like a sneeze, I blow about
searching for relief.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Expression, creativity, words,
artful, sentences formatted carefree.

Poetry can be a unique experience, its a form
of expression like art.

It is what the writer
wants it to be.

A simple definition,
poetry is a form of
writing. It’s an easy
concept that people
have over dramatized.

My own is free formed,
with freshly baked
ingredients.

My list of poetic ingredients

1. Imagine the story.
2. Think quickly.
3.Use simple words and build up to larger complex sentences. Until I reach a ******.
4. Be a rapper spit lyrics like a dragon spits fire.
5. Don’t over think about it.
6. Write.

"Be free in your mind
and the poet will fly."

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Boom boom bang*!
My lows are lowering,
my highs go thigh high
lower now. My ankles hurt
from the pressure.

I’ve got the need to sing
the blues, no lyrics, no rain,
just blues and sad clouds darkening.

The rain is falling now,
I’ve got the bucket out.

The mountains are building
higher too, I’ve got to work
My wings so I can fly.

My heart is beating loud,
my arteries are ready to
pop and bleed out.

Emotions rear, silently screaming,
burning from the inside out,
the storm is drowning happiness
but the steam is rising.

Happiness takes a break for now,
I’ll remember you I promised myself.

I left my candle on the window ceil,
where my poetry rests and awaits my
return.

Here I am in a slow burn,
the currents smoke and
rises in ashes,
as my wick flares and sparks
with doom blooming, as clouds
of smoke chokes me,
I am still breathing this
diluted air with little or
no confidence.

But I know I’m stronger,
I’m faster, I’m smarter than
before.

I am a natural born fighter,
my momma taught me well.

Never let the devil win,
I’ve got the cards, I’m
the string’s and I can sing.

Be brave, be proud, be loud,
stay strong and firm, like
a rock on the ocean floor.

I’m stronger now,
stronger than before.

I’m like a mountain, my
peek’s are sharp and rises
above the clouds.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

I bury my poetry deep within this digital ground where it will grow and be available for reading. May my roots be strong and my words grow like weeds and like whispers blowing in the wind it will reach those who read me.

My ideas light fires within your minds. I a poet will linger like smoke upon the words I leave behind me.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the rising steam
carries my allergies,
relieving my lungs
from the sticky junk.

Breathing killed my
passion for running,
stealing my energy like
a vampire steals blood
from the living.

Asthmatic I am,
I suffer because I am
allergic to the breath
of life.

The air outside attacks
me with no remorse or
thoughts of my life.

Asthma is a deadly disease,
it steals my breath and
chokes me when I least
expect it to strike.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

I once was a traveler wishing to be free,
but time slipped through my fingers
like sand in an hourglass.

Now my age and suffering has come
to a crossing, in between my strife
and short lived life lies the future
and freedom of my personal possibilities.

I am like a caged bird longing for
the wind to blow between my feathers
so I can be free and fly above
the horizon of my dreams.

Here is where I set fire to your minds
and inspire your imagination,
through my words and expressions
I am free like smoke from a candle
left to burn in the window of my
poetic vision.

Aw, and here lies my beating heart,
below the open window panes
it is beating for you, it waits for you
to read the lines I've designed.

I know I beat to a louder drum
than most, my flame is hotter
than others, but my moment
has always been now.

For I live for the future
and dream of the past.
And so the past is nothing
more than a memory, and
the future is now.

I have hope that my vision will see
beyond this haze and I will leap into
the possibilities that I am searching for,
only then will my mind be as warm as
my heart that burns hotter by the minute.

This is kindling for my flame,
I feed it with my poetic shavings,
from the past I came and into
the future I blaze.

I have left a candle in my
poetic window so all who gaze
upon this page will remember
my name.

Amanda, Amanda where aret thow?
Where have you placed your poetic tongue?
Have you forgotten the vision?
Is there poetic justice?

I'd like to imagine that the crimes
of a doomed poet is nothing more
than ashes and ink smears smudged
across your screen.

I the poet, none has been forsaken
nor forgotten, for my heart will
forever yearn for a garden
to plant my poetic blossoms.

Here I have roots and a personal domain.

My mind is set free through poetry.

No cage can possibly keep
my inspiration from leaping out
and catching your eye.

I am a poet forget me not,
for my words are yours to devour.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

You are a fluster in my life,
you make life wobble and shake,
you make my heart quake.

You flutter about
turning my life upside down
and all around.

You bring rumbling too
my dear,
and breath taking views,
you are causing my stability
to waver and the weather to
cool and heat.

You are my love, partner
and forever friend until
the end, my dear.

You are my love and the
butterflies in my heart.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Once upon a time I was happy,
wishful and strong.

But you came walking in on
a heart string, vibrating
reality until I got dizzy.

I started to fall,
my walls weakened
and crumbled underneath
your crushing waves.

The vision of you became
a monstrous view.

I began panicking trying to
run away from you.

The constant nagging and
emotional abuse beat me
until I was a bruised
damaged muse.

My fire started to fade,
you stole my kindling
and claimed it as yours,
you choked my flames.

All that remains is ruble
and ashes, the ruins from
passed failed attempts to
save our relationship.

You failed it all,
for cigarettes
and a quick fix.

You're not the sharpest tool
in my shed, you're weak and
rusted nothing can clean your
crusted heart.

It fell apart before you
came knocking on my door.

You are a faded memory of what
we could have been.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

You grew on top my bread,
slowly you spread across the surface,
like grass; you grew fast,
green, brown, and black.

You came and ate my bread,
you stole my gluten and fat,
you gobbled it up just like that.

I will never leave my bread out
on the counter again,
I will close the package tightly,
making sure you can't make entry.

I hate moldy bread,
it's not healthy.*

*© 2017 Amanda Shelton

Build upon sand with mud and straw,
your house will fall. Weathered by wind
and rain, decay eats away at the foundation.

Build upon rock with brick and concrete,
your house will stand strong. Even through
an earthquake.

©️ 2023 Amanda D Shelton

On the verge of deluge,
veiled in black and white
vision, lacks no provision.

Its kept fresh by
the sharpening of
the knifes edge,
with burning wounds
and tears felling the
deluge of emotion.

Such scabs fester
and bruise with
each lash from
the devil’s dilutions,
your tongue turns black
and diluted with sinful
vengeance from the worlds
venomous bites.

Oh, dear Lord
I will put up a fight.

I will rise above these
blackened skies for I am
your child amongst sinful
lies, I never lied upon
the Earth not until I am
six feet under its girth.

I came into life naked,
I go out naked but
bring with me truth
that will cloth me
in your light.

I am brave, for my faith
strikes with vengeance
that like a mighty sword.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Blowing like wind,
as the sea devoured me
with waves I dropped to
its depths crashing to the bottom.

Upon my return, the sea
greeted me with open arms
and a kiss from its title waves.

I was reborn as a fish.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

My window is dripping with rain drops, my day is foggy
but beautiful.

I like the cold breath of winter,
she sits upon her earthy
domain, as if to tease me
once again.

**© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

When I thought everything
was going well,
that’s when you let me down.

You played with my heart strings,
like a **** on the string.

You pulled me up
until I seemed strong again,
only to throw me down.

You then picked me up again,
only to throw me down.

You bruised my heart,
with your brutal ****.

I fell down the rabbit hole,
hearing your laugh slowly fade
as I fell deeper into the pain.

You shattered my life
like a piece of tempered glass.

You washed my wound’s
only to give me another lash.

Painful love,
is painful You.

How sad.

**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

Red bull gives you a heartache
and then gives you wing's.

That's a bull in a shop with
an angel and beautiful antique's.

Toro toro!

Did I crush your dreams?

Nope the Red bull did it with
his horns and the devil
danced in gay delight in
the background, while you see
the light and crashing antiques.

All them dollars go down in a pile
of crushed dreams.

Instead of birdies flying in circles
above your head it's bulls being
chased by angels saying, toro toro!

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

I have seen humanities
shadow dancing beyond
my dreaming eyes.

I’ve seen clouds of gray
fade into white and blue
skies.

I’ve seen death and life,
babies birthed and the
sick die.

I’ve seen night turn into day.
The moon danced across the
sky until it slowly slipped
behind the earths curve.
The sun stole the spotlight
with its larg yellow *****.

I have seen computers rise
from the minds of geniuses.

The phones evaluation
from dieling the operator
to receiver into cell phones
capable of fast processes.

I’ve seen the environment
slowly die by human hands.

I am hoping to see a future
free from racism and discrimination.

Better healthcare and education
for all.

Better justice systems
to serve and protect our
communities.

My vision for our future
is two possibilities.

We will prosper and grow.

Or we fade slowly into
the vast spaces we’ve
been searching from
the beginning of humanity.

Our greatness is holding on
by a single thread of hope.

Peace, love and change.

To become great we need to do
all three. Until then we are
but fading stars chosing to
go out like a tiny spark.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

The sun is rising and my mind is hiding, bring the cold inside and calm the flames before they consume me.

Blistered skin, swollen rashes,
sunburn stings like a thousand lashes.

The possibilities of me turning into ashes, is upon the breath of morning.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton

From the gaping wounds I escape,
from its painful thrubs I leap,
relief is found in formatted sentences
and bleeding ink I smudged upon these pages.

For you to leave this page empty and
confused is to know I failed
to write a good poem.

It takes a master to draw you
in, it takes skills to paint
with words like an artist
paints with brushes.

Years of research and experience,
builds a masterful piece of work
and expressions.

Time dosen’t heal alone,
it needs help along the way.

Line by line,
slowly I build my rhyme,
it grows like a flower slowly
blooming into a beautiful tapestry;
complex and designed by a poetic
mind.

My threads are heavy, easy to read
and to imagine my story.

The simplest words and softest lines,
can build a tapestry so beautiul it
burns in your mind for a long time.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Depression can seem like
internal darkness, it shrouds
the mind miss guides thoughts
into its deepest depths of
poverty.

It seems I've been wandering
for two thousand years
or more within my dreams
of vivid thoughts, its choking
me holding me to the ground
with its thorny roots.

I bled for its embrace.

The shadows of the past
follow me, my future ghost
picks at my wounds
reminding me of my
future ruins, as my bones
lay underneath the girth
of dreaming earth, six feet,
my life is a seasonal change
buried beneath pain and
suffering.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

I love the winter,
cold, and calm.

Slowly life grows strong
and forgets about the summer
sun.

I too become somber, deep,
calm, and still; as the weather
blow's me a chilling kiss.

I ponder deeply,
upon the mornings dawning,
while I drink my coffee.

The sky turns gray, clouds
look like soaking cotton *****
heavy with rain.

I can smell the seasons change,
wafting through the air,
reminding me of past gatherings of
my family and friends.

The food is heavier, and full felling
when the holidays are near.

I love the colder weather,
I am always prepared for the cooler
air.

Ode to winter, and it's
beautiful white blankets
of snow, hot chocolate,
and forgotten treditions
from long ago.



**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

As the sun rises over the
wild flowers my sorrows bloom
as Spring breaks the chill of winter's
frost and my tears melt into a flowing river.

Lay me down upon the sun
soaked earth where my tears
keep sorrows company until the night.

My sorrows float down the banks
of tearful mountains over and under
rocks until it becomes a raging
waterfall crashing to the bottom
of the mountains.

As spring kissed the earth it soaked
my tears into the soil drinking my sorrows.

And upon the coming morrow
dew gathers on the grass.

Lay me down upon the grass where
dew drops reflect my sorrow, as the
light slowly fades into darkness
my cries will echo through the night.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

I am chained to myself,
I am always trying to pull away
from myself but never get far.

Anxiety is my shadow,
follows me everywhere I go.

Chained to my anxiety,
I am always fighting with myself.

Step forward leads to a backwards
step to avoid the potholes in my life.

Am I moving or is life fooling me
pulling me alone the way?

I'm an anxiety chained fool
being pulled along the way.

Push and shove,
chains and anxiety.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

I am one of the shadows
growing in the dark
surviving off the grunge.

Rot and decay visits
me often, like two old
friends we have coffee
and tea every morning.

I reflect on the
coming weeks as today
fades away.

As I awaken dawn comes
walking through my door
as if invited.

I would rather live in the
sunshine cruising on
the beach barefoot in
a cotton gown that reachs
my ankles.

The sunshine likes to
bite me leaving red bruises
upon my skin. I still go walking
even though it leaves marks
and possible scares.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Yawn! stretch and paw.

Oh, how I knead you,
purring to heal you.

My pink nose and whiskers
tickling your toes,
I knead you like dough
paw and purs I know.

I love you so.

I’m always the
cutest trend.

The internet loses
its sanity, sharing
my face as I wink
and shake.

Like a chubby loaf of bread,
I’m perched on your head
on your keyboard and bed.

You have no privacy,
for I am always kneading
you cuddling and puring.

I’m running ahead,
chasing shadows and
a piece of thread.

I know when you are
sad and sick, I pat
you and do cute tricks.

I share food and love
as though we are equal.

My love is unconditional.

Sometimes I seek attention
I tease by breaking things.

Meow, at the screen,
cat’s rule this scene.

I knead you, meow!
purrty please adopt, me.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

No compromising, I am
bearing the pain.

The pressures crushing me,
slowly contorting reality
into a lucide dream of
misty minds melting into
burning piles of sore muscles.

I am twitching, cramping,
infections know me well.

I am the nightmare that reminds
you walking, talking, and breathing
should be easy but I am holding
you down.

Pain burning, deeply now,
slowly the fog devours everything.

My mind is a valley full of
infections and shadows
from my passed struggles
with dystonia.

In disrepair, every gear
I try to turn, every string
I try to pull gets me nowhere.

This marionette of broken
porcelaine, and burnt painful flesh
stretches to its limitations until
I pop, oops! all the black glitter
falls out.

My heart is strong,
my mind is loose,
my muscles are neither
but I am accepting this
suit.

I hold the power, self reflecting
keeps me grounded.

Lord don’t drop me now.

I’ve gotten so far, I forgot
about the sacrifice because
of this broken device.

Once its fixed my life persists.

Dystonia!

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

The universe decided,
like a **** on the string
it tugged on me.

I became its puppet,
it became the puppeteer.

I decided to pull back,
taking the reins choosing
my own destiny.

I became the puppeteer,
pushing the ******* the sting.

The universe had no choice
but to give up it's place making
room for one more day.*

*© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

I rose from the deep,
from the loud boom I
breathed.

I am no longer hungry,
for my dirt has left me
it pushed from my core,
as it burned from the depths
of me.

Boom, boom, goes my heart
as my oceans rise and fall,
my tides are strong and trouble
for your toe.

Row, row the boat down the
rivers lane in between mother
natures legs into the valley
below.

No longer am I hungry
for all I crave is life
and breath.

Give me that sweet
precious air, fell my
lungs deep, as I grow
my roots deep into
the girth of the earth.

Now I meet my brother the moon, he's tangled in
the orbital dance between
two massive black holes
and a star blazing hot.

I am here, expanding beyond
your tiny view.

I am aware! For I see all
in my dreams.

I am... Continuum!

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the rising sun the pain
arrives riding the rays of light. As the painful fog
migraits settling upon my
holiday cheer, like a shadow
monster ready to devour
the hours I cherish.

Upon the arrival of October and November, migraines and cluster headaches come for a visit.

Into the core of my eye drilling deeper over time,
blindness slowly devours
my vision as time beats
with painful rhythms.

An hour passes as the light
breaks through the fog, my
vision is restored as the pain fades away.

Ocular migraines are
nothing compared to
cluster headaches.

I’d rather suffer through the
Ocular migraines than have
a month long battle with a
painful stabbing behind my
right eye.

This is a ocular migraine,
but cluster headaches,
are the most painful hours
of my life.

There’s no treatment nor
cure for headaches and
migraines.

We are forced to suffer through the process.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Be bold & brave, for life is too short to be afraid. © 2018 By Amanda Shelton

Chains rattle and bang,
dragging across my brain.

The doors creak, scratches across
the floor.

Emptiness is vast, a void creepy
and sad.

Ghosts linger here, memories of
lives passed.

They breathe decay, rust and rot.

A plume of smoke from a flame
smothered by time.

I am rooted in your deceit,
a rose with thorns.

I dream of being me, while my dreams
dream of being unique.

It is a dream within a dream,
do we ever truly wake?

A thought passes like a breath gasps
for a moment in time.

A passing phrase on a poetic gaze,
upon a heavenly sky the stars
shine and we fly.

My poetic mind opens wide,
behind my sleeping eyes lies
a feasting idea that eats prose
and verses.

Baking plots and cooking possibilities,
within my mind’s oven. I serve you my
poetic design.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

He speaks through a forcked tounge,
he feeds you his lies,
as he whips them like a pro
right before your eyes.

He's the devil in disguise,
wearing a suit and tie.

Beware of his toupee,
he's got horns hiding under
that frock.  

He bows only to himself,
his reflection gives his
true nature away.

He's the devil is disguise,
he'll tease you with his devilish eyes.
Only to bite you while running away.

He's the devil in disguise.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

You loved me like a leaf blowing
in the breeze, you left me and
I started falling.

You never rooted our love,
you never hydrated the roots,
you never planned a plot to secure
our future.

Every time I built a *** you broke it,
every time I built a foundation you
damaged it, every time I fed the soil
you starved it, every time I tried to
consul you you buried it.

Upon the ruins of us you left
love to freeze and die.

Like winters deepest touch
you turned love into ice.

You are a cold memory
of what we could have been
now you're a gray storm,
dangerous and frozen.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Rolling rolling rolling,
my thoughts are pondering.

The processing is thunderous,
static and loud as the caffeine
migrates through my body.

Calming down slowly, slowly, slowly, grinding down to sleep as the caffeine migrates
through my body.

Caffeine! It grinds my gears
for a moment and slowly calms
me down so I can sleep.

Gives me purpose to move around to build things, and think faster than usual.

It can help me sleep at night,
as long as I use it right.

I make time for grinding down,
before I go to bed sometimes
caffeine is the pillow on my bed
and a monk when I meditate.

Caffeine can be my friend.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton

Until it happens to you
you won't know it won't be real.

Just listen and see the truth,
no victim is invisible unless
you turn away and say nothing.

Don't blame the victim,
some weren't even conscious.

When they say no that means
go don't stay and push the
button.

Bruises are not always on
the skin, the scar's are not
always visible they grow
from within.

Sometimes I am screaming inside
reliving my damaged life
over and over again.

Don't blame the victim,
some weren't even conscious.

I was dead inside bruised and
beaten emotionally damaged.

For seven years I fought
until I was exhausted
and done, I felt unwanted
and scared.

The paranoia is still here,
it's always lurking in the dark.

A noise or touch can make me jump.

The constant reminder he's been here,
lurking in the dark ready to pounce.

His perfumed memory turned into a
monster that kidnaps me in my sleep.

His corrections and accusations
cut me deep.

Leaving emotional lashes on
my heart and self esteem
its raw and painful,
making it hard to sleep.

Don't blame the victim,
some weren't even conscious.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Be brave, for life is too short to always be afraid.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

All possibilities are slowly waning, time begins fading, dreams collide with fallen memories.

My dreams are fighting reality,
like a ghost it passes by as I
keep walking watching myself
standing on the side.

Like smoke I see myself standing on the side,
I watch but I keep walking.

Life doesn’t stop, it keeps going
like smoke we all become memories to the possibilities.

I keep watching as my ghost keeps waning, am I dreaming?

Fading memories sink to
the bottom of the lake
where dreams come to die,
and life burns on the surface.

Mirrored dreams are like stars reflecting on the oceans dark nights when nothing but
sparkling memories shine upon my dreaming mind.

I am floating deeper into
the tapestry of my open heart
as its threads begin to unravel.

Waning memories come here to
dream, for I am a dreamer
and a weaver of possibilities.

Dream on weaver, your threads
are unraveling releasing
the possibilities.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton