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Amanda Shelton Sep 2017
When you roll back the tongue
of a poet,
you will find their inspiration,
the likes of
Edgar Allan Poe,
Emily Dickinson,
Stephen King,
Anne Rice,
and broken hearts,
broken mind’s eager to write.

Music is nothing without
the poet who chose to write
lyrics, strumming each line,
drumming and screaming each line.

Emotions explode,
like stars
and planets,
they build and
birth poetry and word’s,
leaving behind a raw format.

When you roll back the tongue of
a poet,
you will find secrets of the universe,
the Galaxy’s grow,
life planned its path,
upon the tongues of the poets
who wrote the possibility
of creativity.

It blooms upon the tongue of a poet,
creating the formats,
structure, and plot,
poetry is a rolling tongue spitting out emotions and struggles.

Sometimes it cuts like a knife,
leaving its ghostly scares
upon my poetic skin.
Leaving me with a tougher skin.

**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Sep 2017
You grew on top my bread,
slowly you spread across the surface,
like grass; you grew fast,
green, brown, and black.

You came and ate my bread,
you stole my gluten and fat,
you gobbled it up just like that.

I will never leave my bread out
on the counter again,
I will close the package tightly,
making sure you can't make entry.

I hate moldy bread,
it's not healthy.*

*© 2017 Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Aug 2017
Don't believe the doctor
if they say no one can die
from a broken heart.

I will tell you why.

One day I fell in love,
I fell hard, so hard
I became blinded
by it's beautiful display,
it caught my attention
and my wandering eye.

But soon it caught me
by surprise, it was broken,
and no batteries were included.

It took all I had,
told me lies,
stole my heart and
damaged my life.

Though I was broken,
life always passes by,
time heals all
but scares are left behind.

I might be softer from ware,
but I am not going to be softer
the next time love catches my eye.

I know better.
For now I suffer from high blood pressure.
Doctor can't figure out why.

© 2017 Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Aug 2017
I could barely breathe
as love stole my kiss,
broke my heart
and shattered my dreams.

I once got lost
in loves quite stair,
wandered for year's,
wondered how I got there.

Soon I found myself
setting at a table,
watching love eat my heart.
With each bite
I can feel the crunch,
chewing deeply into my life.

ABCL :
Already Been Chewed Life.

Love stole my heart
and ate it for lunch.

© 2017 Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Aug 2017
I am not heartless,
life just taught me
to use my heart less.

I don’t always allow my heart
to make choices for me.

Life is saddened by love,
because when those
you care about die,
it hurts more than
if they were a stranger.

That’s why I always say,
love is not a happy journey
where the sun always shines.

It can be a barren landscape
wasting away with fattened pigs,
and chickens who lost their feathers.

Love can burn like the hot sun
in the Mojave Desert.

It can drink your blood
until you’re ready to pop.
Leaving you to die
from a broken heart.

© 2017 Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Aug 2017
It’s sad to be judged
by the love of your life.

You wouldn’t think
that someone you love
could do anything like that.

Because love isn’t mean,
love isn’t boastful,
love isn’t a lie,
love isn’t a beautiful day,
love isn’t a fairy tale,
love isn’t a glass slipper.

Love is complicated,
love is hard,
love is painful,
love is gooy, oozing all the time,
love is scratchy,
love is wakey,
love is full of it,
love is pushy,
love is never changing.

It is the person who uses it,
who makes it,
forms it,
sculpt it into
a piece of art,
sometimes they use
the wrong glue
so it falls apart.

**© 2017 Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Aug 2017
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
I use to hear voices and have this same exact exceptance when I was younger. One difference though I wasn’t dreaming or asleep. The mind is a very powerful tool. I had to learn how to deal with my life and physical illness. Trust me you would feel the same if you slowly lost your ability to move and control your body. Once I learned how to deal with my anxiety the voices started to leave and I quite having this experience. I am glad I got through. I am grateful to be an adult. I always wanted responsibility. It feels so good to finally have what I wanted. Responsibility and my own home. I have been living on my own for seven years now. Yay! for me.
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