(Verse 1)
In the quiet of the night,
when the world is fast asleep,
I look up to the heavens,
secrets that they keep.

A billion tiny diamonds,
scattered in the black,
Each one a distant memory,
never looking back.

Oh, the stars,
they shimmer softly,
in their cosmic dance,
Whispering of wonders,
given half a chance.

(Chorus)
And how they shine,
a beacon bright,
across the endless void,
Reflecting all the feelings,
time has not destroyed.

Like a hope that flickers,
when the world feels cold and gray,
Guiding every lost soul,
lighting up the way.

Oh, the stars and how they shine,
a promise from above,
A canvas painted brightly,
with strokes of endless love.

(Verse 2)
Sometimes in the darkness,
shadows start to grow,
Doubts begin to whisper,
quiet and slow.
But then I see the starlight,
piercing through the gloom,
A gentle, steady reminder,
chasing out the room.

For in that steady glimmer,
a warmth begins to bloom,
Dispelling all the worries,
conquering the doom.

(Chorus)
And how they shine,
a beacon bright,
across the endless void,
Reflecting all the feelings,
time has not destroyed.

Like a hope that flickers,
when the world feels cold and gray,
Guiding every lost soul,
lighting up the way.

Oh, the stars and how they shine,
a promise from above,
A canvas painted brightly,
with strokes of endless love.

(Bridge)
From constellations ancient,
to the nebula's soft grace,
There's a magic in their brilliance,
time cannot erase.

And in that grand design,
a simple truth I find,
That even in the vastness,
true connection's intertwined.

(Chorus)
And how they shine,
a beacon bright,
across the endless void,
Reflecting all the feelings,
time has not destroyed.

Like a hope that flickers,
when the world feels cold and gray,
Guiding every lost soul,
lighting up the way.

Oh, the stars and how they shine,
a promise from above,
A canvas painted brightly,
with strokes of endless love.

(Outro)
So let the stars remind us,
as they glimmer from afar,
Of the light within our spirits,
no matter who we are.

May we always find our shine,
and share it with the rest,
Wrapped in gentle moments,
of eternal love confessed.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

To my abuser and ex love,

Upon my tears I release
my strife. The memories
of you taste like ash it
rotted and decayed long ago.

You promised me forever but brought me shattered dreams
instead.

I lost your heart to your
selfish muse, your in love
with greed and dishonesty.

I was beaten down until
I felt like I was nothing
but an annoyance an unbearable itch that keeps burning.

But it wasn’t me, it was
your sins that rules your
kingdom of hateful lies
you tell yourself.

You have no one to blame
but yourself, yet still,
still you cry wolf while wearing sheeps skin.

No one believes after
the first lie, each time
you speak to manipulate
you push a wage in between,
your a coward because you
don’t have the guts to be
honest and change your behavior.

I have worked hard to be
strong enough to not blame
myself for the abuse you
threw at me.

I am a good person,
I am a kind smart
and unique human being.

I had to learn how to accept myself while you were lying
telling me I am nuts and I
should take medication that
hurt me and I don’t need anymore.

If you are truly a good person
you would have changed your behavior and show it.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Every poem that I write
is a testimony of what I fight.

illness,
life,
struggle,
and strife
these are the things I fight.

© 2017 Amanda Shelton

Like a small ripple in an ocean,
I am a weave in motion.

I am building my sea of commotion
with compassion and chaos by
my side.

Slowly I grow from a tiny drop into
a larger pool.

I'm fighting with madness
the shadow of passed regrets
follow me.

I'm barely afloat my boat has a hole,
I am slowly sinking. I am afraid
I might get flushed down the drain.

Please help me! Here I go again...

Alice did you forget about me?

I can barely see the light at the end
of the tunnel, it's so far up I am still
falling.

Will I fade into nothing into a haze
of painful memories?

I keep ducking because the
memories keep coming.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

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

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

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

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

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

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

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Upon barren and fertile
places our love grows
in spring like woe.

Around the meadow and
the physalis, our garden
grows, like the weeds
and wildflowers our hearts
know, roots like to
grow where the waters flow.

Upon the setting sun
the flowers shun its
fading beams as they
wave goodnight to
the last bit of light.
Our petals close,
the shadows lengthen
bringing the day to
an end.

Fair well my shimmering
friend until the marrow
and we meat again
upon your sun soaked smile.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

When they called me broken,
I knew.

When they called me slow,
I just went faster still
as the cracks grew and
my walls fell, upon the
foundation I still built
my church, I became stronger
upon the rising of the ruins
of the broken.

When they lied and told you
I will never be able to,
I proved to you I am
better than average
I can do whatever I choose.

When the devil knocks at
my door I am too busy
inside having church
with my faith and
Jesus Christ, I never
open the door for evil.

The devil stood like stone
and I never took time
to allow him to animate
and cause damage to my faith.

Within the ruins I stand
for the future of my life
I cultivated my roots
made room for the light,
So the truth shinned
like a diamond burning
in your mind.

Dear Almighty Lord,
I give a breath for
your time, a prayer
for your sign, and
a foot for the roads
you helped me to design.

I gave my life to Christ,
I allowed him to wash
me clean from all my sins
and future suffering.

I learned how to forgive
myself so I can forgive
them for their lies.

I learned how to take control
of my life, I am stronger
and better than I ever was.

There is nowhere else to go
but forward, so I keep
marching upon the line
on which the LORD laid out
for my destination and
future foundations.

Today leads to tomorrow
and beyond, I am the future
for the days ahead.

I am like a pebble
I ripple across the
pond effecting the
other pebbles that
live on the same ripple.

I stay faithful
for nothing can
waiver upon my love
for God.

Its personal.

© 2019 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

For the money,
for the time,
for the damages you left behind.

All that glitters is not gold,
watch out for the glamour of
false gold.

For the man who needs a dollar,
for the students who are drowning
in the loan, for the starved living
in the weather.

All that glitters is not gold,
watch out for the glamour of
false gold.

Greed is a glitter of false gold
shinning in the eyes of many.

Gaping pockets weighted down by
rocks pretending to be gold.

Shady mountains stand in our way,
a streak of selver leads the way.

Dig, dig until the mountains hollow.

Mine them rocks blast the hills,
gold is hiding deep within them
rocky hills.

Gold fever burning hot,
burning holes in your pockets
for all that glitters is not gold,
watch out for the glamour of
false gold.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Those who speak with forked
tongue’s speak no truth.

They become tongue tied and
sharp as knifes.

They weaponize their beliefs
with sword like words, claiming
lies to be truth but truth
to be lies.

They twist reality and bend
the truth so their false beliefs
can rule.

That like rotting flesh their
lies attract flies, it stinks
of betrayal and treason.

It is polluted with rotted promises
and ghostly wars we’ve fought before.

The cowards crawl on their belly’s
like serpents at the feet of the
wolf.

He who is a wolf in sheep’s skin
dresses like a dog but bark’s up
the wrong tree.

He’s the father of all lies,
as the people open wide to
devour his bent bones grinding
on his knifes like rabid dogs;
they choke the innocent and
pollute the minds of our youth.

Damning our future as they burn
their bridges. Nothing but ruins
lay ahead. You can hear the wolf’s
howling upon the wasteland they
left behind.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I use to mourn for my future,
I feared the possibility of being
nothing.

I saw a monster in the mirror,
a dysfunctional ghost waiting
to live.

Life was like a river of emotions,
sometimes the **** would break
and I was open to the flood. I road
the rushing waters that came out
of the possibilities of my future.

Fear was my constant companion,
I felt like I was choking on it.
I buried myself in a prison of doubt.

I was fearful in the beginning,
but I learned how to breathe
to live.

©️ 2022 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

One moment you are standing
in the mist,
the next you are setting
in a padded room.

You can hear scratching
from old memories
running through your mind,
reminding you of old times.

You start to fade,
black and white,
the static comes through,
now voices are calling you,
but from where?

You find yourself having tea
with your shadow,
it reminds you,
you forgot your shoes.

Looking down you see
your bare feet
and then the floor begins to move,
as your feet grow farther away,
anxiety set’s in.

Heart beating fast,
faster still,
you feel like running
but you can’t move.

You’re stiff as a tree,
you look down again
and you find you are a tree.

You go from a rooted bed
to a rooted ***,
so tight you feel like
you are chocking
on dirt felled air.

All this time you’ve been asleep,
dreaming you are
fighting with insanity.

© 2017 Amanda Shelton

Upon the beams my spirit rose,
through the darkness it brightly grows.

Like fireflies twinkling in the
night, my spirit shines.

A beacon of hope and possibilities,
the spirit knows.

Dreams lay the foundation for
growth, as the imagination is
set free it flies beside the
spirit, like a shadow not far behind.

As the spirit grows its wings,
the dark declines slowly as
possibilities shine.

There's no light without
the dark.

There's no dark without
the light.

I am like a firefly,
I burn bright and through the
night I am a beacon of hope for
those who are lost in the dark.

You are not alone, for you
are a firefly too. We all are.

©️ 2022 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

This is inspired by an odd
lucid dream I had.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Boom, boom, boom!
Good morning.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

We are birthed from
flesh and bone.

We break the molds our parents built for us.

Mom and dad don’t you understand?

I’m no fool or puppet
to be controlled.

There’s no working mold,
it’s flawed and my life
is leaking from the holes.

The womd was worm and inviting, the world is
cold and fighting.

We come out surviving.

This life is demanding, grinding on flesh and bone,
until dust and ash remain.

You become dust in the wind,
a memory, a shadow of your former self.

Your memory is up to you,
what will you leave behind?

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

I, I will fly
beyond these dreams
that seem to never take flight.

I, I will fly
beyond the clouds,
beyond the blue sky,
above the horizon,
I become weightless
as I leave the boundaries
of the earth.

I, I will fly
like a caged bird set free
for the first time.

I, I will fly
like Superman,
I will be like a star
falling to earth
leaving behind
a trail of wishes.

I, I will fly
beyond the boundaries
of your emagination.

I, I will fly...*

*© By Amanda D 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

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 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

Everyone is capable of being
a victim it doesn’t matter what
color, gender, size or lifestyle.

We are all human beings.

People who claim men are
not capable of being a victim
are abusive and they are guilty
not men.

Also, no means no,
silence means no,
walking away means no,
its stalking if you follow someone
after they said no or didn’t engage
you.

Just because they spoke to you
doesn’t make them your partner
or friend.

If you want a partner don’t be a
creeping stalker.

If you don’t get the point you should
go away and stop making excuses
for your abuses. Take responsibility!

People need to be honest and
educated so we can fight the abuse
and win.

Free the victim and
give them a path to survival.

Don’t be silent about abuse.

Be loud and proud to speak the truth.

Everyone deserves the same respect.

“Love is acceptance and success
because it helps build societies
so be kind to each other and
humanity will thrive.” ❤

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

I don't dance when I am told to,
I don't talk when I am spoken to,
I don't follow your directions,
I don't live to love,
I love to live and to break your rules.

I don't walk when I am done,
I don't yell when you can't hear,
I don't think like you do nor care to.
I don't live to love,
I love to live and to break your rules.

I am that shadow on the wall,
I am that black cat sleeping on your roof,
I am that purple colored hair wearing a hat,
I am the poet your teacher's warned you about,
I am the mountain that moved.

I don't write for your entertainment,
I don't write for your amusement,
I don't write to please you,
I write because I love to.

This is not for your entertainment.

**© By Amanda D Shelton

It's not clever to lie steal
and cheat, being honest is
clever and brave.

Honesty will set you free.

Lies will chain you to its content
attention to detail, driving you
mad until the truth reveals itself
because walls of lies have no
foundation.

A house made from cards
falls from a slight breeze.

A house made from bricks
stands against years of
weathering.

Lies is a house of cards,
it crumbles under pressure
from the truth.

Truth is a house of bricks,
it withstands the testament
of time.

@ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Tatter tatter, tatting my life,
like fragile lace I am made from
thin threads of memories and trauma.

Tug tow and pull, on my life as
I write my designs exposing
my frade and fragile times.

Here I feel free, a place
to spread my wings.

I will never forget my struggles
for they are important.

Tat tat tattered, I am made
like that.

Sewn by scars and wrinkles,
as I grow.

Like old blue jeans,
I slowly fade into gray
fragile threads loosen
at my ends. Unraveling
my experiences
like used blue jeans.

©️ 2024 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

Sometimes I wish I was the moon,
distant but always watching, free from
this ruined Earth, slowly inching itself free
from it's orbit.

This life is like a burning flame,
it has left scars and wounds.

The moon is too far away for
people to hurt, they are too stupid
to make it back to it's dusty surface
on humanities footfall. AI is the survivor.

Roasting life here on earth, humanity
makes up stories to please their deprived minds, the truth is pushed far behind.

Freedom is farther away than the moon,
ruining the future and killing possibilities
like a stabbing knife.

This place is divided by your crimes.

Do you think ghosts cry?

When it's all a lie!

This is not death of the truth,
it's death of love and birth of lies.

The flies follow death, eating your crimes,
leaving ruins in its wake. Now ashes remain.

How does it feel to find out freedom
is a lie? It feels like a crime to be free.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

Upon these sea’s
I wait along the shore
for your return.

Your memory never fades
for you are always part
of my ever growing heart,
like the waves my love
is a powerful force.

It beats for you and burns
until you return from
your journey from the
depths of selfishness.

I understand your grief,
I understand your suffering.

Though you are more
too me then all the wealth
in the world.

I love you so much
it hurts me to have to
let you go,
I suffer so because
you are my love.

I understand your pain,
I understand your shame,
I care about you
and that’s my pain.

I only hope the best for you.

© 2019 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

A whisper from the past,
a life leftover from years passed.

Some believe in you
but I find it deficalt to.

Not because I am not open minded
but because I have trouble believing in a phantom life.  

Though I still have an open eye
just incase you decide
to reveal your ghoulish strides.  

I do hope that you will
show me the truth,
come to me when others
can see too.

I don't know if I believe in you.

I believe in God and his deed's,
also the evil devil who
stills faith from all.

I just find it deficalt to believe
in you.

I have seen creepy thing's
but I also understand science
and the possibilities.

Will I some day come back to haunt
the world, like you?*


*© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

Silence is never a choice,
once your dead
even your memory screams.

A chilling breath worthy
to catch, a fearful mind
is a caldron of ghoulish
times.

A lost soul never truly dies,
for we all leave something behind.

Ghosts and you
there’s no difference
between the two.

You think you have a longer time,
sadly you don’t really know
when it’s your time.

Boo! Someday that will be you.

An EVP,
a video recording of a misty mass.

Who knows really?

**© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

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

Shadows danced while
my ghost took to its own.

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

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

**© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

Within the darkest hour
ghostly dreams come to life.

The chiming of the clock
the clock strikes 3
the morning rolls in
on a foggy mist and a
chilled breeze.

Like a ghostly breath,
memories linger.

A hiss can be heard from
the room across the hall,
a door creaks and the sound
of a cat running around.

The Christmas tree is decaying
the wallpaper fraying, cobwebs
cover everything.

Darkness lives here, the ghosts
from decades passed celebrating
the season all year round.

Deck the hall’s with rotten
food, drinks are dried the
alcohol evaporated years ago.

Merry Christmas you ghoulish
fiend, may your nightmares
be merry too.

This is a Christmas nightmare
come true.

©️ 2021 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

When the flowers bloom
without me, my memory
will live on through
their perfumed dreams.

From here life start’s anew,
upon the softest breeze my
ghost travels far and wide.

Every move I make,
every breeze that blows
my way, I leave a little
bit of myself behind.

This unpredictable existence
moves freely, upon my heart
strings it plays fine and
dandy.

My life vibrates into the
vastness of space, I become
a ghost blooming in the gloom.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

I am that like a dew drop
upon a withering rose,
I’m a bit late to hydrate
its weathered bad,
for death already stole
its last breath.

The perfumed lives of
rose’s, is a lingering
ghost that lives like smoke.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

The shadows of my life move along the walls in my mind, always evolving through the
doorways of my dreams.

Move away, move away,
always evolving opening
doors to possibilities.

Did I change?
Did I move?
Did I become the shadow?

The flies always return,
bodies decay and souls leave.
Ghosts.

Move away, move away,
beyond this two dimensional
space of dreaming minds,
they collide locked in a dance
between two hearts tied
together by strings.

Do we ever truly die?

How can we die if our memories
live on?

Move away, move away,
into the dark my shadow sleeps, until the light returns.
Nothing remains but my ghost.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

My dusty mind is filled
with old memories,
lost amongst poems
I dribbled on to the window sill
one morning.

I got lost in the shuffle of time,
thoughts brought me
ink drippings from
the night before,
though I already ate
the leftovers and smeared
my poems all over the walls.

You may join me
for a Gothic meel,
just don't forget to bring
your open minds
so I don't have to knock
or ring the bell.

Welcome to my gloomy day,
where black is happy,
blue is true, and the roses
withered at your feet
though they smell lovely.

(slowly the poems crumbled
in my mouth) the ofter taste
was lovely, a bit of gloom was
left hanging from my lips.

Such taboos I display,
should I speak in ghostly whispers,
so the spirit's can hear me too?

Shshsh!
I am not finished with you yet.

Come back soon and I will write you
another Gothic poem.

For I am the weathered poet.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

In my emotional womb is where
you were birthed.

You are trapped inside my
scared heart, in twined in
its scar tissue.

You tug on my heart sting's,
with your furry paws and
sharp little claws.

You're purs are divine
and purrfectly defined,
exactly what the doctor ordered.

You cuddle in my heart chamber
warm and soft, leaving your
hairballs like an expensive coat.

You linger on my clothes
furniture and blinds, you
use the litter box like you're
swimming at the beach.

At times you are smarter than
a two year old child
but don't care about a thing,
except for love and cuddles.

Don't forget about the food!

My morning toe nibbles and
rubbing against my legs.

You have a special meow,
that melts my heart away.

Half pur and trill multiple times
saying I love you one slow blink
at a time.

Ginger Beans is my favorite flavor.

©️ 2022 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

On every leaf the sun’s rays gently plays.
Upon the mornings dawning
the birds chirp
and the curtains rise,
to allow the light to bathe
my tired eye’s.


**© 2017 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

As the sun reveals her
glowing boosm, the star’s
fade into the darkness
as the sun lights
the world bringing life
to the shadows.

Upon the dew drops of mornings
breeze, I am pondering as I am
left wondering within the forest
of ideas within my mind,
and the beauty of the season
breaks the struggle from
the heat of summer.

Adieu to summer, Autumn has arrived.

©️ 2021 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.

The sun burned bright
until the moon says goodnight.
The stars shoot across the sky
waving as they go by.
The beauty of the night,
smiles upon their flight.

As the tree’s bow their leafs,
and the animals scurry to their
homes, the night slowly
spreads its arms across the land.

Sleepy eyes are heavy,
the angels bow their heads
in deep prayer.

Goodnight sleep tight,
may you have calm,
peaceful dreams tonight.