"To be a creative thinker
you need to dream.

Awake or sleep a dream
can still follow you."


© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

I once fell from the sky,
only to be awakened by the fall.

I opened my eyes to find
my bedroom wall's
where there the whole time.

Dreamers can imagine,
but writer's can imagine
and relate to the dreamers.

That's why we write and read.

Inspiration is the key
to imagining great things.


© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

Can you feel the change?
Can you see the ripples
rushing like buckets of rain?

We are a growing raise,
reaching for the stars,
casting ourselves across
the vastness of space.

We are dying to see,
to find life
beyond the oceans
and seas.

We yearn for truth
yet we lie to ourselves.

We are blinded by our want's,
by our need for more.

We are a spoiled raise,
running at a slower pace.

We need to open our eyes
and start to pray,
that Jesus is on his way.


© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

Across the vastness of space
my love never fades.

Like a star it grows,
expanse, and tames
the space around its shape.

The universe knows that love
makes things grow,
it feels the vibration,
as we fall in love.

Molecular structures weaken,
only to rebuild.

love never dies
it just goes on vacation.


© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

Of many a night I sat writing
to let my thoughts roam,
the poetic runnel ran steady
and the streem flowed free.

Such nights as this,
I become more than just the poet,
I become the lady of the night
planning plots to take over the night,
with pen and paper as my weapon.

Devouring the moon with
my poetic gloom,
I watch as the moon swoons
and its shadow plays.

With each word I write
it’s wane guides my write and
clears my writers block.

Upon this night I become
the lady of the night.

Its a dark write indeed.


© 2017 Amanda Shelton

OCD

One becomes two,
two becomes three,
but but but wait
go on and on and on and...

1,2,3 go again,
1,2,3 go again,
1,2,3 go again,
you see I can't help being on repeat.
repeat. repeat.
Do it again. again. again.

1,2,3 go again,
1,2,3 go again,
1,2,3 go again,
you see I can't help being on repeat.
repeat. repeat.
Do it again. again. again.

Now lock your door,
nope unlock it again,
now lock your door,
nope unlock it again.

1,2,3 do it again. again. again.
1,2,3 do it again. again. again.
1,2,3 do it again. again. again.

...

OCD yep on no here I go again.
again. again.


© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

I hate OCD. It makes everything harder. I use to have problems with certain tasks because I have problems repeating. Though I can remember thing's better because I have OCD. My brain doesn't like to let go of information so I can remember thing's and not worry about it fading and changing. I have never lost my keys and I have been living in my apartment for seven years. I had to go to counseling to learn how to deal with my anxiety with dealing with OCD.

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

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