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Amanda Shelton Jan 2020
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
Amanda Shelton Dec 2017
Be fair and just,
don't judge yourself too much.

We all have our flaws,
that is what makes us perfect.

I will fly upon unspoken word's,
like a flying carpet ride waiting
for you to arrive.

There I will pick the fruit
of fulfillment and gratitude.
Make you a salad to
help you grow and prosper.

You will be like a apple tree,
once I plant your seed
there's no stopping you
from growing.

Every word I spell,
every time I speak,
I hydrate your bloom
with my poems and artwork.

My technics are somewhat unique,
uncommon but yet normal
(for me).  

I am bent but still not spent,
I am rich with knowledge
and growth.

Come connect to my roots
and we can become a system
strengthened by our
knowledge and wisdom.

Farewell my sweet poet,
may we meet again
tomorrow morning.

When the dawn is new,
the trees come up from their
bow, lifting their top's higher
reaching for the sun.

That's when we will meet again,
until then; goodnight my sweet poet.

**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Jun 2018
Meowza!

Meow Gothic kitty meow!
Low and slow, watch her go.
Through the night
she’s a star shining brightly.

Yellow eyes and purrfect hearing,
she’s a kitty prowling the night,
but during the day she’s spoiled tucked away in my arms.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
Tribute to my cat Sassy Nanny Pooh Shelton (Nickname: Boo!).
Amanda Shelton Feb 2018
Sitting down to a Gothic meal,
roasted paper for
soaking up dark poetics.

For the Gothic poet eats
ashes and blood stained poetry.

The parchment has yellowed,
causing a grungy texture to
my format.

I a poet have a darker vision
to a morbid stuffing recipe
for Gothic lore and
a darker side of my
poetics.

Your mind eats from my
darker side, as you read
my Gothic eulogy.

Without poetry I am dead inside.

**© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Dec 2019
In perpetual darkness lives
the muse.

I am it's candle I lit up
the room and revealed
its beauty to the world.
To you...  

I am the light that
brings poetry to life,
I am like a shadow
I redirect the light
bringing you my beautiful
write.  

With gay delight my words
take flight, it sings for you
with love and life.

With a deluge of emotion
and ink this muse comes to life.

From, The Poet and Gothic Muse
I am weathered but still
standing strong.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
I use to be called Gothic Muse by my goth friends back in my youth. I am still known as the Gothic Muse as well as Ashen Rose Darkly Written. I have written about roses a lot as well as Gothic themed poetry so it makes sense. I have suffered and I have loved, my poetry reflects my experiences.
Amanda Shelton Feb 2022
Ode to loss, death, and decay
grief is never far away.

It walks with my shadow,
in between my steps upon
the paths of my journey
grief follows.

To say goodbye forever
is the hardest part,
to feel the pain of
loss and the empty space
it causes is a deep wound.

Grief is a chasma in the
heart, it bleeds and acks
for awhile.

The ack doesn't stop but
it becomes bearable
over time.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Apr 2018
Do you know why you want to run?

Life can seem harder sometimes,
but we just try harder to run faster.

I am like a bird,
I got caught now I am
wishing to be free.

Life wasn’t promised to be easy,
though I wish it wasn’t like this.

Sometimes I’d like to be free
from this cage that’s holding me.

I am feeling like ashes
blowing in the breeze,
I am not sure where I am going
to land.

Though I know it’s not forever,
this journey is dragging me under.

I gasped for air only to choke
on the dirt that has covered my life.

I will not give up
I am just exhausted from this fight.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton
Amanda Shelton Sep 2018
In between the beams of light
grow the roses. With reaching
limbs like arms stretching
too the sky, and roots
dig deeply seaking hydration
and nutrients in the earth.

We are like the roses,
we grow in between the beams
of God’s light, we search the earth
for hydration and nutrients.

We are child like under
God’s grace and mercy.

Such divine intervention as
is the light God shines
through the smoke and
smog we produce and design.
Sometimes we are blinded
by our smoke and smog,
until we have time to
open our eyes.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Oct 2018
You are hydrated and fed
through the cultivation
of your life.

You are the designer of your
decisions and paths you pathe.

This journey is roughly drawn
rocky and sharp, you have to keep
your hands inside the ride
at all times, or else you lose
your life.

This life is too short
to always be afraid,
though the biggest fear
we have is fear itself.

To face your fears
you have to expect that it is not
what you are afraid of that
frightens you but it is
not knowing what you face,
(The unknown is the scariest place).

You have been rooted
in the same bed for so long
you forgot about the
others planted beside you.

Don’t forget to open a window
so you can experience something
new and exciting.

Try something new once in a while,
for learning keeps you motivated
and hydrated through a drought.

I have been cultivating my plot
being patient and kind
allowing my fellow gardeners
to be the best cultivators they
can be.

For We all are
growing in the ***** of life.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Jun 2017
I gathered you up,
You came to me
while I was wondering.

You grew into
a blossoming format,
You slowly became
a perfect rhyme.

Slowly you grew
into full paragraphs.

line by line,
You took some time
to bloom into
your poetic structure.

I fell in love with your
elegant and mysterious ways.

**© By Amanda D Shelton
Amanda Shelton Oct 2023
I have a needle and thread always ready.

My scars are witnesses to my struggles.

My bruises are sore but healing.

My heart is stronger but bleeding.

My life is calming but
clouded by pain and rain.

My ocean is stormy but
my destination is clear.

My future is always in front
of me, but my plans don't
always follow my rules.

Sometimes I feel like running
but life keeps tugging holding
me to this spot forcing me
to be patient.

So here I am waiting,
darkness is my old friend
and the four walls are my
security.

Until we meet again,
I leave my whispering
poems of thoughts
for you to read and
ponder upon.

I am like a ****, I grow poetry.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Feb 2023
Upon this plot I plant my roots,
row by row I built my garden.

I grew my thoughts like seeds
with love and care I hydrate
and feed my poetic flowers
for everyone to read.

Emotional and deep my expressions
seep deeply into this digital ground,
my roots grew strong and deep
in this plot I’ve reaped.

I am growing poetry, like ****’s
grow wild.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
Thank you for the support and views. I wish you all well. ❤️
Amanda Shelton Mar 2020
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❤️❤️❤️
I once had a dream,
I found happiness setting
beside me like an old friend.

My dreams became a shadow,
a reminder of my struggle
but also the muscle
I’ve built over time.

I’ve fought with the devil
and won everytime
but still he tries to
steal the power I’ve
grew to understand
through the struggle.

I once had a dream
or My guardian angel
had a dream about me,
I was drowning in the dirt
a shadow with wings
swooped down and saved me,
my gravestone broke
leaving me woke.
I realized as I lay in bed
I was the shadow,
I saved myself.

My future grew roots,
tried to devour me with
it’s thorns and I woke
from my dream as my life
grew wings.

The struggle is real!

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton
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I had a near death experience and this poem is a metaphor of the experience. It’s confusing when you die but you are forced back to life. It can be painful and existing at the same time.
Amanda Shelton May 2019
Upon this beautiful day
of grateful praise
I send my love
to all the Mom’s.

Because of you a child
has grown, developed,
and prosperously caused
change.

You helped a nation to grow,
its ideas and innovations
are set with your foundations;
as a designer of our lives
your ahead of the table
a cook, nurse, and best friend.

You even stood up when
no one else can, you
brushed off the dirt
and taught us how to
wash our hands.

God bless you.

Happy Mother’s Day!

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Jul 2019
This person 'Suzy Berlinsky' harassed me and after she trolled me she blocked me. Please be warned. She's a troll. I pray no one else has the same problem. I blocked her after she said very rude things on my posts as well. I don't even know her. She doesn't follow my profile and I have never had contact with her until now. I wish the owner of HelloPoetry would ban people like her. It's horrible we can't stop them from harassing more people. Please help! I don't feel safe on here anymore. It's been the fourth troll that has attacked me since I joined. Why are these people allowed to continue? I really love HelloPoetry but it needs to have better safty. Maybe, the owner could make it possible that a profit gets banned from the website after being warned of harassment three times. Just any idea. I run websites and you need to make it safe for all who are using it. I am sorry I had to post this but it's getting worse and I don't feel safe. Thank you. God bless you all.
I am a kind person and I don't appreciate being attacked. I worry about others who are too anxious to speak up. I am speaking for everyone who is too afraid to. I am not afraid to say something if I don't feel safe. Please note that trolls are evil conniving people who don't care about your life, they find pleasure in others pain and reactions. I always recommend don't pay the toll to the trolls. They are ugly beings hiding behind a computer screen. That makes them cowards.
Amanda Shelton Aug 2022
You fell asleep and woke in this
lucid dream of haunted memories.

Are you a visitor or the ghost?

The night is cold and pitch black,
a heavy feeling lingers in the air.

In the corner of your eye
you see shadows moving and
a mist forms.

Goosebumps tickle your skin,
the hair on the back of
your neck stand's up.

A chill caresses your body
but the wind is still and
quiet inside the house.

You are alarmed by the sound
of footsteps echoing through
the room because no one is there.

Your breathing is laboured and
your heartbeat is pounding
in your head.

Fear is your shadow as you walk
through the hall's.

You can't find anyone here,
nothing but echos from the passed
live here. A forgotten dream.

The windows are bare and darkness
is beyond the glass. Not even
the star's are visible or
the moon.

The walls are decayed,
black mold is growing
on the ceiling and the
wallpaper is crumbling
and peeling away.

You reach a kitchen where
water damage soaks the floor,
yellow and brown fluid soozes
from the wooden beams around the
entrance and rotting floorboards
curl up into uneven hills,
slivers of wood are protruding.

You move forward to the living room,
the fireplace is blacked with sut
it smells like burnt wood.

You can tell a fire had escaped
at one point and burnt everything
in the room.

The windows once held curtains
but now they are piles of ash
on the floor.

This place once was alive but
now it's a ghost.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
This was inspired by my lucid dreams.
Amanda Shelton Dec 2016
From day one,
I warned you of my heat.

Why haven’t you learned
don’t play with me,
if you can’t take the heat.

The cards are on the table son,
pick your game,
but be careful my friend,
for the devil already won.

Have you ever danced with the devil
in the pale moonlight?

His violan bayed at the moon,
as the devil danced with the shadows
on the street.

He gambles with your soul,
he makes you move your feet.

Don’t dance with the devil,
unless you can handle the heat.


© By Amanda D Shelton

Amanda Shelton Jul 2022
Cruel like fire but cold like ice,
your love burnt and froze
the memory of us.

Fire rose amongst the ruins of
my heart, the ashes scattered
across the land as winter came
bringing snow and your cold embrace.

Tightly you choked me,
your cold hands gripping
my heart like the monster
you are.

Heartless and cruel
you tried to drag me under
with you but I rose above the
ruins, I am rebirthed from the
ashes of my heart.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Sep 2019
The wall stands tall,
covered in roses choking
its mortar and stabbing
enemies before they reach
the boarder. Though
I don’t have many.

My domain is lit by
candlelight and my
windows are open
only at night.
Though I dream of
the sunlight warming
my face, I will never
be able to enjoy it’s
beautiful sun kissed grin
or its kissing beams
of a blushing beauty.

I am like the rarest gem,
you might never meet
one as rare as me, for
my personality is 00.2%
of society.

My intelligence is above
the average score for a genius,
200 and beyond. Who knows
it might have grown.

I can’t brag about it
because it’s not all
fun and games when
your awareness breaks
the stage.

I am always in a ponder,
wondering in the wilderness
of my brain.

Hello Alice, said the
rabbit as I fall down
the whole, insanity
follows me like a shadow
hopping behind every
step I make.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
I wrote this poem about my personal struggles with having a high level of intelligence. It's not always easy, it causes stress and anxiety. I have been aware of how things function since I was a very young child. I use to be afraid of everything. Until I started facing life head on without allowing fear to stop me. I would go to the mall and wait for the crowd to come in. I would get inside and walk through it. I also sat at the entrance and drew people and anything else I could find. Slowly my anxiety faded and I began craving the time I made. My anxiety was replaced by interest and society. I want to understand how others think and do what they do. My passion for writing and drawing grew from the seeds I planted at that mall.
Amanda Shelton Jan 2021
To be mad, is to repeat the same thing even though its broken. Beating the heart after it stops. Not accepting chances. Not taking effort to learn. Not caring enough. Thinking poorly of everything. Depression at its deepest depths.

I once suffered from madness. I became Alice.

Now I am the raven, I am craving a poetic mockery of a desk, with a quill in one hand and ideas in the other.

No madness in sight.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Feb 2020
My suffering you ignored,
you left me at the door,
I walk alone, as your
shadow lingers on the
emotions I feel.

Grief my old friend,
you settle down so often
you are never far behind me,
your scares are deep
the pain goes deeper.

Hello my old friend,
I haven’t forgotten
the last time we had
spoken, it wasn’t long ago
that you came knocking
on my door.

Hello Grief,
welcome.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton
I lost a close friend of mine. We had a vigil last night. My boyfriend told everyone including me he would take me to the vigil. He later decided not to go after he promised to take me. I was able to get him to go. But before it ended he got up to leave. I am handicapped and need assistance and he promised to help me but he didn't. Later he said he wanted to go to bed and that's why he left. He was paranoid too. He singled out one of our friends and asked him if he was upset with him. When nothing happened to cause any upset. My boyfriend is an addict and schizophrenic, he's been dealing with his addictions since December 31 after he visited his dad. He didn't have any plans not did he keep his routine he built at home. He stole from me many times and lied a lot. He makes excuses instead of following the program he said he would follow. He's done nothing but abuse me. I am going to have to drop him. I can't keep dealing with his abuse. I've been through this before with him. Please pray for us 🙏. Also, I have lots a lot of loved ones in a short period of time. My grandfather passed away last month too. My boyfriend seems to be a heartless *******. My friends also have noticed his bad behavior. When your neighborhood is effected by your boyfriend's evil ways that is a big red flag you should break up with him and let yourself heal. It's not your responsibility to make anyone happy or care for them. Your responsibility is to yourself.
Amanda Shelton May 2018
We all struggle,
we all fight,
one thing we share openly
is the love to write,
on Hello Poetry!

You've been my pal,
you've been my guid,
you've never judged me
or put up a fight,
thank you for everything.

Hello Poetry!

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Dec 2017
Beyond a thousand year’s
we become the star travelers,
insurance for our future
we strive for the sky’s above
(higher we go).

Made of gold and silver,
the human spirit flown,
like a lost star we blow
breaking the silence
of the vastness of space.

We fell slowly from the sky,
shimmy down below, like snow
covering the world with our lives.

Our fingerprints left behind,
never truly forgotten over time.

Such wishes we leave behind,
life reflects our cause.

Stars that burn forevermore,
henceforth I bring you hope.

Like an apple seed
the idea grows.
A thousand years behold,
your star fell years ago.

**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Mar 2022
I’ve suffered for my youth,
I’ve discovered who I am
but lost myself along the way.

I’m finally at a crossroads,
I am finally facing it.

My river flooded,
my roots are overgrown,
my hair is turning grey,
the wrinkles are not going
away.

My crack’s are getting deeper,
my hair is still losing color,
my blood pressure is getting higher,
my pain is settling in for longer.

Ageing is a bit! with a
bat and ball, it beats you
until your blind and still
expect you to hit a fastball
and reach home plate.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Apr 2018
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
Amanda Shelton Mar 2017
Once upon a dreary day,
my heart was stolen;
over time it was broken.

This blue eyed boy
ran off with my heart,
only to burn it until nothing but ashes were smeared on the ground.

He has a sharpe tongue that cut my feelings like butter.

Made me feel horrible and used,
after all of his abuse.
I felt hated and accused,
unloved and abused.

He never saw my love,
he never saw my pain,
he never cared enough.

My love was in vain.

© By Amanda D Shelton

Amanda Shelton Jan 2020
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
Amanda Shelton Apr 2023
This is my plot where I lay
my mother's memory.

Deep and soft she's always with me
for I am her legacy.

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On a whisper I leave you,
in memory I will stay with you.

Dear child, don't forget my lessons.

Forget me not,
because I left you my legacy
for you are my future.

Letting go is not easy,
it's not your responsibility.

Grieving is the only way through the darkness
and to unlock our memories.

So live on through the sorrows of yesterday,
let your tears hydrate our plots
with love and dignity.

For tomorrow is only a horizon away,
a beam of light brings the marrow
and my memory will live on until
you forget me on your last day.

We all are like ghostly flames,
even after the wick is done
smoke remains.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
My mother passed away from cancer in 2015 and I promised to always share her with anyone who is willing to read my poetry. I miss her dearly.
Amanda Shelton Jun 2019
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Brought To You
By
****** Quill’s Poetry Collection

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Upon the weathered branches
wilts the roses,
their perfume is a reminder
how fragile this life
can be.

We are so busy running
around in our carelessness
and fast pass lifestyles
to take notice of the roses
waiting to take room
inside our noses.

Such things are beyond
our reach, yet we are
pulled in by the exotic
fumes of the dieing decor,
such beauty comes from
the perfume of the died
roses.

Oh, how I love to stop
and smell the lovely roses
but please never pick them
for they will make you bleed.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Nov 2017
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
Amanda Shelton Nov 2022
There are superheroes,
they are everyday people
who are brave.

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

Kindness helps build societies
because love is success and
prosperity.

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

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Apr 2022
It starts with an idea,
it grows in silence in
a darkened mind.

The idea starts to fade,
drowned by suffering and
pain.

The darkened mind suffers
in silence and bruised by
abuse, pain settles in
vain.

Like a wilting rose the
villain grows its rot devours
the soul with its rooted decay.

Then it goes for the kindling.
Choking the light from its burning
flame. Until all good has evacuated
like smoke.

Nothing but a cold candle remains
and burnt petals that once was
soft and vibrant full of life
now ashes are left.

A villain is made from a mold
created with suffering from within
darkened silence. It baked inside
a dark mind hardening its heart.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Apr 2023
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
Amanda Shelton Mar 2023
Huntsman beauty weaving her web, gently undercover she began
to shed.

From the back she started to slip
from a slit shivering and quivering, above your head
there she hung from a thread.

The spider on top seemed dead
the other was hanging and
began moving.

Once her job was done, the spider
began to descend from the shell
of her former self by a line of silk.

Time for rest and the next evening
the huntsman beauty is ready for
a night out on the town wearing
her new dress.

©️ By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Dec 2017
I knock it out of the ballpark
by expressing myself with
just a few words.

I write poetry to show my emotions
that I have trouble expressing
through my actions.

I am autistic and my brain is wired differently than yours.
Emotions are like the ocean,
my tides might rise higher than yours.

I have learned how to ride the waves,
like a pro I surf as I ride with pride.

I am a poet not by choice but
by chance because I am an autistic poet and emotions are my tool.

**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Feb 2020
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
Amanda Shelton Sep 2018
We birth nation's between our thighs,
I grew confidence in my experience,
I am proud and brave,
I fight with poetry as my sword,
I am a woman and poet.

You fell in love with my poetic format,
I make your heart beat quicken
and shake as words flow
from my lips.

I am a woman and poet,
My digital quill quivers and
stains these pages we create.

I am a woman and poet
of the digital age 2018.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Feb 2020
I am not just a poet,
I am a rose bud
wishing for a dream.
My poet blooms when
I express my appreciation
for my craft.

That like a seed,
my poetic vision
plants an idea
within your life
breaking the cage
you’ve build to
secure your own poetic
possibilities in your
mind.

I am always developing
my plots for future
poetic gardens for you
to cultivate and consume.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Mar 2018
Dusty, rusty, blacked, and decayed,
I came to take everything away.

Slowly I came,
silent, and cumbersome,
I will make you remember me.

Who will forget the thing
that stole your time,
wasted life that forgot to
live to fulfillment?

I am ruin, I am decay, I am blackness,
I am memories of long forgotten.

This world can't hold both of us,
so the strongest survive,
I am ruin, I am dust, and ashes,
I am blinded by my purpose.

To the end,
I am gone but never forgotten.

I am ruin.

*© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Jun 2021
Nobody is looking at
the Goth girl nextdoor,
She’s living in the shadows
away from the light, for the
light burns her skin.

Nobody is looking at
the Goth girl nextdoor,
Who once wished to be normal
behind the closed curtain’s.

Nobody sees the pain I’m in,
for my pain is underneath my skin.

Nobody nows the struggle I bare,
my unique condition bares it all
for you to witness.

Nobody is looking at
the Goth girl nextdoor,
as I bare witness to all
you share.

Behind my screen and darkened home
my passions reveal it all line by line.

My walls fall only at night,
undercover of the stars is where
I roam and take flight.

Nobody is looking at
the Goth girl nextdoor,
I am comfortable in my
shadow cool and collected.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Jun 2019
Upon the drifting waves
You can see my rising tides.
Upon the setting sun
You can see my fading shores,
as my tides collide
with beams of red
and yellow light.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Aug 2016
“I can do anything I believe I can do, as long as it’s not magic.”

© By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton May 2020
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
Amanda Shelton Oct 2017
Chaos and free,
judged are we who don’t conform
to your views of reality.

With society’s broken ideology.

A pretty face in a magazine,
stitched together with fake
believes, judged for not being
pretty enough,
Photoshop can’t fix me.

Oddly enough you think I am
odd because you don’t see like me.

My mind you say is broke
because I don’t think like you.
You act like everyone should be
the same,
if one goes off frame,
their judged for not sticking
to your guns and your filming rules.
Are no joke.

Such hatred you reflect,
yet you won’t admit you are
the ugly and bad,
not me.
You make me choke.

Ideology.

**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Sep 2024
Upon the ruins bones lie
thorns overgrown as ghosts
cry.

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

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

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

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

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

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Jan 2018
I once dreamt in color
I liked it so much
I never recovered.

I dreamt of rainbows and unicorns,
stars shooting golden showers
across the night sky.

The clouds were friendly too,
until the storm's came
washed away my dream
with gray.

In the end
the rainbow bridge
welcomed me again.

There is always a rainbow
after a storm.

**© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton May 2022
If I were of a billion stars falling where you are would you catch me before I hit the earth?

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

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

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

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

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

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

If I were...?

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Mar 2020
Upon the release of ink
my thoughts flow like
a flood. It’s free from
its cage available to
devour to all who read
its river.

Memories become smears
of autumn and snow,
I never forget a thing
for it stains the banks
with its existences as
it freezes in my mind.

I have no forgotten
memories, they are
forever frozen within
my brains process.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Sep 2023
I,
I am me.

I, I am
a shadow
sitting in the dark
soaking up the light.

I, I am
a hollow full of tears
from past struggles.

I, I am
a scar
painful and lingering
I am irritated at times
but still healing.

I, I am
a broken heart
bruised but not beaten
by my broken love affairs.

I, I am
hollow once in awhile
as depression fells my
emptiness with its blackness.

I, I am
a muscle
I am stronger
than I believe I am,
until I decide to left
my own weight.

I, I am
a dream within a dream
dreaming of being awake.

I, I am
possibilities for I am
capable of change and growth.

I, I am
beyond the static of thought,
I am beyond your
dreams and wishes
for I am a fading star.

I, I am
human,
I am the breath of
creativity and emotions
for I am intelligent.

I, I am
love for I was born
with an infinite
heart space.

I, I am
autism for I was born
uniquely autistically me.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Mar 2021
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
Don’t shop, adopt. I adopted my cat Boo and she’s my purrfect match.
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