Of burning delights my
kindling ignites the flame
that burns beyond my mind.

Such passion burns
like the hottest
embers red and heated.

I burn for poetry
as it scares my soul
with it’s lashing tounge.*

*© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

Shadows slowly stretch
over the ground,
as the sun sets
upon the pending night.

All daylight creatures
begin their silent sleep,
while the creatures
of the night awaken.

With ghoulish pride
the vampire rides the chilling night,
as the moon pulls the tides
from its gravity.

A fog rolls over rooftops
and hills become a graveyard
for the cold night air.

A misty frame
bent over and grim,
strides upon
the stone walls,
humans know nothing
of the monsters outside.

A vanity so fair
but a ****** affair
is all they wear,
and no reflection
do they manage.*

*© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

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

I don’t write tragedies,
I write poetry.

My soul burns with
a poetic fire.
You can feel my heat
as you read my poetry.

**© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

With one touch of your hand
I fell for your tenderness.

But with a violent ****
you took away the tenderness
I love.

Over time, I thought
you cared about us,
but all I could find
were your lies.

Breathless beginnings,
endless lies with
doubtful bribes.

All in your favor,
you stole what was mine
(your love).

You treated my love
as if it has no meaning.

My kisses landed but
you brushed them aside.

Like daggers you cut me deep,
watching me bleed,
you then take another slice
until there's nothing
left of me.

I have been beat
by your beautiful lies,
you are the King of lier's,
I became your jester
too many times.

I am broken,
my pieces shattered
too thinly for it to matter.

I fought bravely
but in the end
it's not the brave who survive,
it's the strong and bold
who keep standing in the storm
who survive.

The break down of love
hurts, it burns like fire,
just as strong as love did
before you broke our bond.

You left me in the dust
after you set the fire.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton



To my love.