Love is prosperity and success. Be kind to each other and humanity will prosper because love is prosperity and success because it builds societies. Hate is death, it kills intelligence and life.

Do good unto others for others will reflect good upon you. Being a good example is the best way to live.

When I was seven years old while my mom was driving us home from school I told my mom and brother.

You can tell the truth to cover up a lie but you can’t tell a lie to cover up the truth. It’s best to tell the truth because a lie is a waste of time.

My brother kept getting in trouble and I was confused why he kept lying and doing bad things. I decided to tell him what I thought.

I don’t know how to lie and be mean. I am a very patient and mindful person. I love everyone equally and I want everyone to be successful and prosper. My mom loved and cared for me and she taught me to accept myself. She encouraged me to be the best I can be. She never judged me as being like everyone else and that helped me to grow. I can’t think like everyone else can. Autism is a unique experience my mom knew that. She was a very smart person. I believe the smarter you are the easier it is for you to see the truth and understand how things work. Emotional and mental intelligence are the same thing. They work together. I know from personal experience. My IQ score is 200 and above. I understand how it works too. I was born with the ability to adapt and learn quickly. Most people have difficulty seeing the full picture, I do not. I can imagine the possibilities. Also, I am more sensitive then most people are because I am capable of processing my feelings as I choose. I understood how to control myself at a very young age. I had to face anxiety and fear’s. It helped me to learn how to adapt to unusual situations.

Who’s got a pickle? I got a pickle.
I got a pickle, a sweat cucumber friend.

I’ve got a pickle, a pickle indeed,
You want some?

Now I’ve got a pickle stuck on my thumb.
Yum yum yum!

**© By Amanda D Shelton

When I said goodbye
it broke my heart,
I shattered into millions
of piece. The human heart
is so emotionally fragile,
its like porcelain it
creaks under pressure.

As the angels came
I was forced to watch,
crying wishing for you
to stay.

I had to learn how to
let go, for your life
never belonged to me,
we all are Gods children
our souls belong in heaven.

Someday you and I will
see each other for you
are waiting at the
gates of heaven for my
return.

All Gods children are set up
upon the steps of the heavenly host awaiting judgement,
but I will do my best to make
it easy for God to rest,
for I will follow him forever
and ever until my last
dieing breath.

Aman!

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

“My tears will always flow within heaven’s rivers and valleys below, but my sorrows lay to rest deep within the hollow earth where my body will be at eternal rest.”

I held back the tears with fear,
it built a wall in between suffering
and release.

The pressure of it all felt like
an anvil on my life, it cushed
me in between its fingers.

The girth of suffering burried me
under sorrowful stars that have
no wishes for you stole my dreams.

Behind your lying eyes there's a dark
surprise, you have sharp teeth and
claws to brutalize your victims.

You started out with blue silver
linings they crossed your eyes like falling stars, we began colliding as
the dark clouds rolled in, bringing
the darkest that you were hiding.

Pain seems cumbersome and
immortalized in my traumatized mind.

Is this what you wanted?

To be immortalized in my trauma
seen as a monstrous devil hovering
over the horizon stealing the light
for yourself?

Well, this is a new dawn a new day.
I have lifted your shadow I have
freed myself from your painful
beatings and darkened depression.

I have learned how to be brightly lit
and be heard.

Immortal pain is nothing more than
a ghostly smoke from a used candle.

I am renewed! In recovery...
I am a candle maker not just
a candle.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Okay

I wake up with a fog
hanging around my head.

The pain reveals itself,
it burns, aches and scratches
at my brain.

I am a walking pain pill,
asthma follows me like a
stalker it's my biggest fan,
my scars are deep and pink
raw like meat.

Depression was a fan as well,
but I block it before it hit
the swell rolling in the deep.

My immune system is broken,
it doesn't seem to understand
the difference between infection
and itself.

As for my brain, it's perfectly
sane. My sanity hangs by a thread
with boredom as its friend.

Okay cool and fine.

For now I'm just okay.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

We need imperfections to
grow stronger and smarter.

Mistakes are good if
we learn from them.

God teaches us how to prosper
by making imperfect life forms.

To prosper you need love
for love is prosperity
and success.

God is love.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

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

Fear grips your mind,
as the monsters follow
behind.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vampire!

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

When I take my last breath,
I will fight to be free.

I will struggle with every gasp,
I will drag my strife behind me
tired and wrinkled
even in dusty ruins
I will bare my chains,
in between the teeth of angels
they will break for me.

To set myself free
I will break the boundaries
of my imagination
to see all possibilities
ahead of myself.

In between the teeth of angels
lay heavenly possibilities
and beyond the horizon
dreams await me.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

In winter they cried ice cold tears,
each one shadered like glass
as they flowed steady and fast.

Blue I feel,
as I lost the warmth​ of the sun
upon your chilling kiss.

My white gown grew its roots
upon your barren ground,
it bloomed on the night
when the moon shined
full and bright.

I your moon flower​ beamed
bursting forth,
as my petals fly free,
they die before they freeze;
hitting the chilled earth
with a dreadful thud.

Memory of you;
My ghost flowers grew
upon the memories we grow
and cultivate;
as the stars bare witness
to our chaotic dance.

**© By Amanda D Shelton

I bleed out through my poetry.

Like little crime scenes
left behind after my
ex abused me.

The shards cuts deeper
because we loved so deeply
it soaked into the depths of
our beings until it became
a victim of lies of loves promises.

Love is not the perpetual blackness.

For it is the wilder of the sword
that cuts us deeper that
brought the perpetual blackness.

They are the damage and monster
that tries to eat what is left.

It is up to us to pickup the pen
and will ourselves above the ruins
and rebuild our lives to make room
for new relationships that grow into
possibilities for future love.

This too shall pass,
like the day into night,
rain into clear skies,
and tear soaked pillows
into fresh clean linens.

I wash my hands from my pain
by writing poetry.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

I am a introverted extrovert. I got lost in between being overly social and drained from emotional damages society suffers from.

AMANDA SHELTON

English:

"Beauty develops on poetic words. As they flow from me like a raging river. My banks turn green and the flowers grow. I invite you to sit with me as I write of poetry." ~ Amanda D Shelton

French:

"La beauté se développe sur des mots poétiques. Comme ils découlent de moi comme une rivière qui fait rage. Mes banques deviennent vertes et les fleurs poussent. Je vous invite à vous asseoir avec moi pendant que j'écris de la poésie. " ~ Amanda D Shelton

Upon this beated breath
I fight. I rise, I cave
to nothing but my
own exhaustion.

Upon this line
I define an expression,
I rise, I rose above
the exhaustion.

Upon this page
I leave behind a story,
I rise, I fight for all
who can’t.

Upon this exhaustion
I become the fog,
I rise, I bloom and
develop for that’s how
I was designed.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

You used to knock on my door,
you visited me often.

But one day you broke my
boundaries, you broke my
heart and trust.

Slowly I had to show you the door,
my boundaries became important,
you became a burden on my once
happy life.

I realized, I was nothing more
than your doormat.

So, I showed you the door and
I gave you the mat.

That's my boundaries.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

I will always miss you.

When I am with you
it reminds me of all the times
I wasn't with you, so I miss you.

When I am far away from you
I am reminded of all the times
I was with you, so I miss you.

It's a conundrum.*

*© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That’s my job and I’m
okay.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

The pounding in my head,
the throbbing and burning,
pain settles in.

I never thought
I would suffer so,
I thought I fought
and won my battle
with pain a long time ago.

But pain had other plans
to sneak behind my back
and stab me over and over again.

These frivolous dreams
of beating the pain
has gone down the drain,
with allergies and useless
treatments.

I once was a star
but now pain takes the
center stage.

It’s painful!

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the passing of time
I am slowly depleting
my cells vibrating gradually
expanding my existence beyond
my skin, mind and body.

I am like a star, burning
fuel as I collide with life
pushing farther into the vastness
of space, time and the infenant
continum of my existence.

My impacte is that like a
grazing cow, my imagination
chews upon reality spewing
knowledge from my philosophical
mind into the chasm of my unique
reality. It grows in the passage
of time.

As I struggle in my profound
rose bed, plotting my seasonal growth.
The poet in me arches forward
in an attempt to express itself.

With my poetic fingers crucified
for my style and format
I suffer for my artist and
I share the bruises
life has to offer me.

I am the Gothic muse
a shadow rose, I leave behind
a poetic perfume, with notes
of passion and the slow weathering
petals of my budding expressions.

Like a caged bird I’ve
flown the coop breaking free
from my caged mind.

I traveled the world of
my imagination may times
before, and upon my dreams
I’ve awoken to the possiblity
of a broken ideology
of the worlds sinful nature.

Its cruel and callous in its
abused status of corruption
and its waning actions feeding
the masses with lies and deception.

These are sad times, indeed
but still the sun will rise
and the moon wanes and space
continues to grow making room
for new structures and the cycle
to go on until the end of time.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

“Play the poem like a song long forgotten, it blew away when the wind decided to play but poetry will never forget me, for I write poetry.”

**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

The table is set
the plates and cups
are ready for dishing.

I'll be serving dinner,
karma's the host and
I'm her ghost.

Watch your step and
mind your manners,
karma's a host that
plays no games.

She'll remind you when
you stubbed your toe,
if you forgot your keys
and forgot to add the sugar
to sweeten your tea.
Karma's bitter and sweet.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Don't regret,
remember the good and bad.

Life is too short to be worrying
if you did everything right.

Sometimes we make mistakes
and that's alright.

Just remember to keep shinning bright.  

I send you my light
as a beacon in the night.

Don't you worry
I will help you fight.

**© By Amanda Shelton

Be kind to a stranger and kindness will follow. You might inspire the stranger you helped to do the same for another. It’s karma Baby.  

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

My friend the sea showed me her bow,
then she rolled over and kissed me.

**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

Today is a new day,
refreshed and clean.

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

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

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

My love goes out to all
who suffer.

We as humans are built
to fight and survive.

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

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

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

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

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Her hair is white,
shoulders wide,
eyes blue skin cold has ice.

She wears winter gowns
made from frozen flowers
and rows of pine needles as a robe.

She wanders the earth
with her chilling kiss,
her cold embrace is a reminder
of the seasonal change.

She's friends with autumn
and visits the sea, the Arctic is
her favorite place to rest.

As she blows on the breeze,
like a frozen leaf.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton

I used to be attracted to you
like ants to honey.

But you only gave me breadcrumbs,
leading to leftovers from
your passed love affairs and
failed relationships.

I became a blood trail,
you beat my heart
dragged it through the dirt,
and left me there in the
middle of the street to
bleed out for everyone to see.

I am an accusation, a failed
project you neglected.

You thought you stole my flame,
but you forgot the candle
you dummy.

I will never go out without
a fight, now you forced me
to get hotter stronger and
brighter.

If you try to touch me again,
you will face my heat
and pressure, with least
resistance you'll be nothing.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton

Your uniqueness,
and diversity is your legacy.

You birth difects, organs,
and ideas.

You are the philosopher
of your own life,
you are the writer
of your own destination,
you write your own plot’s
and paths.

I wrote a line and walked
upon its graphite structure,
leaving behind my fingerprints.

Like men on the moon,
I walked the dusty surface
of poetry,
leaving my footprints in its page’s.

I wrote this rhyme,
because I understand that
I am a philosopher of poetic ideas
and design.

I am a philosogher,
a poet by design.

**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

I wanted to believe in us…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

The reason a liar can't make up
possible story to blame is because
they are guilty and they know it.

No criminal is smart enough
to cover up their crimes.

The truth stands firm while a lie
runs around in circles trying
to catch other lies to cover up
its tracks, it loses oxygen real quick
and burns out.

Over time the lies pile up
and begin to get confusing
because they are fables
made up on a breath of hot air.

****! 😮‍💨🤯🤥💥💨🔥
there goes the liar in a ****
of smoke they are burning
on a bed of hot lies.

Lies burn you in the end.
Leaving scars and the ghost
of guilt follows every lie.

Just watch the lier act like a joker,
they run around in circles
gaslighting their way to
the pit of fire.

Truth is still waiting
and never moved.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

I had a dream of
possibilities, a
different future
for me.

I never dreamed about
the pain I suffer now,
life has other plans for me.

I am guided by the Lord,
patients and gratitude
are my paths.

I had a dream of a
different outcome,
but life pushes me
aside forcing me to
ride and learn how to
move beside its rolling
waves.

My dreams are made of
childhood ignorance,
rooted deeply in personal
foolishness of selfish wants.

I am human after all,
I am still separate from
you but similar.

I am always watching and
learning from others.

My pain is an unwanted companion.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

I feel you crumbling in my arms
like a porcelain heart down
to the girth you fell so hard.

Why don't you take what you want,
why don't you take what you need,
why don't you take what you came for and leave me alone?

Life's too short to keep running
from the beast.

Life's only one road trip,
I've chosen me.

No narcissist is going to control me.

You left your shadow hovering over
my bed, with your vampire teeth.

My lucid dreams are bleeding,
bleeding black and deep.

You will never meet anyone like me.

Why don't you take what you want,
why don't you take what you need,
why don't you take what you came for and leave me alone?

Life's too short to keep running
from the beast.

Life's only one road trip,
I've chosen me.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I am no longer a slave to fear,
I suffered and struggled,
but all was lefted higher
when I let you cary me
through the fire.

I gathered my well
I built my wall’s stronger
all in your name,
I gave you all of my strife
and excepted my life.

I lived as life pushed on
harder, as is your well
and your desire.

You gave me kindling
to build my fire,
allowing my flame
to grow higher.

I have just one desire,
to live for you
and grow until
I can’t grow any higher.

You are my hope and dreams,
you bring me to my knees,
not in vain but for
strangth and exceptance.

Aman

**© 2017 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

Trailing behind me
are my experiences in red,
it’s all we have here
existence, we’ve all bled
at one point.

Life moves forward
one foot fall at a time.

Footprints on this Earth
from my journey in time,
exposed to the elements,
we are burning like stars.

Poetic flames fuel
my life, bursting from
the seams, passions rise
above the horizon, we are
like falling stars.

Blowing in the wind
guided by the path
set down by the old
rivers and trees,
the forest never forgot me.

Bleeding from my roots
but still I breathe the
painful fumes like a
power plant blowing
steam, I keep falling it
seems, even my ashes are
hot, like burning stars.

Breathe they say, deeply now,
I brave the pain, seeping deep
into my frame, slowly burning
out like an old flame.

Run they say run away, but
here I stand like a rock I am.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Who said I was strange?
You saw my shadow instead
of my face.

You expected a cold embrace
but my warmth is like a candle
in the cool breeze it lingers
for awhile with my
Cheshire cat smile.

In the silence I am a loud
whisper, I am a breath on
your neck and a reminder
of your life.

Until the night devours the day,
I am a corpse. In my coffin I lay,
pondering all day.

Lingering like a vampire.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton

The rose is like love,
it can ***** you
but it can also blossom.

Also

Love is like a rose
it’s rooted strongly
but it’s very fragile.

We grow upon the
foundation of love,
it keeps us grounded
and firmly attached to
our roots.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

I compare thee to a soft breeze,
but you linger on my memory.
For you claimed me with your kiss,
you captured my admiration in
your jar of forget me nots.

Love devoured me,
stole my heart and
my feelings.

A memory of long ago
but still today you linger on.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

Like babbling brooks,
we once flowed like rivers
touching each other's banks.

Slowly life rushed us through,
crashing us against the rocks,
causing our rapids to rage,
as we collide our rivers grew.

Live, love, eat, and die like
the rivers do. We leave behind
scares and grooves creating
valley's and canals, a memorial
from our experiences.

© 2018 By Amanda D 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

” I might have a phobia of clouds but I still find them beautiful. I might suffer from chronic life but I still live it to the fullest. If you say I can’t, I will prove you wrong by showing you I can. I don’t live to love, I love to live and to break your rules.”
**© By Amanda D Shelton