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

I am made from scars and a broken heart,
shattered promises forgotten like
shards of glass from the past, scattered
across the expansion of time.

We all are created with stars in are
DNA, a dusty and ****** design
from the mind of the great divine.
The universe breathes because we
can imagine it.

We are meant to grow and die,
to choose our paths but some
are not so blessed, we have
no freedom like the rest.

My path is not my own,
for I was born to be just
steal but flowing like a river
of words, a poet, an emotional
carpet for everyone to use.

These are my designs, my
contribution to this existence.

Here I am not stagnant, but I can fly,
sail, run, jump, claim, dive, and
shine. Poetry is my path to freedom.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton

We all are born drowning in reverse from the watery womb blood and breath, we merge naked.

Slowly losing energy every molecular dies.

High tide low tide,
up and down the river we climbed, we all are born to rise and fall, six feet under the cold hard stone choking on the earth until our bodies are bones.

Holy no, no one can control it
oh no oh Lord no... Deaths following always at my heels waiting for my days to end.

Here I am still drowning in reverse waiting for the ship to take me to heavens glory. I've been surfing on high tides up and down the rivers grind.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton

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

You buried me under your
judgements and madness.

You remind me of what
I should have been, and
what I will never be.

Drowning in tears, my fears
bruised me while sorrow laied
on top of my chest slowly
crushing me with waves of
depression.

Your relapse into darkness is
an illusion of freedom soaked
in lost possibilities of forgotten dreams.

My imagination is felled with dead stars,
they are drifting burnt rocks
through empty spaces in my
darkened mind.

Ashes float around the dead space too,
they are ruins from failures and
unachievable goals.

Here sanity has come to fight for my freedom.

©️ 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

Its a thin line between
okay and not okay.
A maybe is my best answer.

Yeah, I'm fine.

I have grown into a thorny rose,
hydrated by my broken heart
as it bleeds out before you in
poetry.

My roots are tangled in old
plots of forgotten dreams
that never had a chance
to be free.

The snow falls upon my lucid
mind drunk on lost love
that once was mine but
you crushed my dreams
and left me in your ruins.

Oh love, you lost me to
your decay, and the lies
you display burned the road
we were supposed to build
together.

Only weeds remain.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton