Deep I lay within the earth,
as decay slowly consumes my flesh.

Here death is my friend
and rot is my companion.

Ash and blood mingle
with my memory and
you will never forget
my name for I live on
through your memory of me.

Upon a poem I slipped from
your lips, as my format
slowly became a smudge
of ink.

These are my poetic bones,
reaching out from behind
death's door.

Dirt I breath forevermore.

I am a poet nothing more than
emotional ink drippings and
formats waiting to for you to read
my poetic bones.

I live forever through the
poetic lines I create.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

The path is rocky
full of high hopes
and scarred hearts.

These walls seem to cave in
though underneath its structure
it is well put together.

In my mind I am
always living on the edge,
I totter on my toes,
My legs wobble too and frow
from exhaustion.

This tightrope is tough to walk
but everyone learns how to walk
on the high-rise we call life.

You can't be afraid of the dark
if you want to face your monster's.
You should face your fear
of the dark first.

The anxiety reminds you
of what you think you lack.
Though not many care about
your defaults, they are too busy
thinking about themselves.

Life is like a mystery box,
you never know what you got
until you open the led.

Sometimes you get what you pay for
other times you get more
than you bargained for.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

The outside perfume rushes
through the open door,
reminding me of the season,
Fall is making home
upon the land.

Autumn blows her kisses
upon my cheeks, leaving
a cold chill to roll down
my back.

The trees bow their leafs,
as they slowly fall and
change color.

Mother autumn is no stranger
to the Meadows and Hill’s,
she visits once a year.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Stinking, oozing, blistered,
and bruised are my
feelings and opinions.

You have all of me though
you are too blinded by your
selfishness to see me.

I am rotted away
like a bruised and gutted
pumpkin, my grin slouches
and my light burnt out before
you can use it.

You invited evil spirit's
by blowing out my candle;
No use am I without my light.

I am the rotted and used.

No more fun,
No more smiles to enlighten
your darkness do I portray.

My feelings have gone rotten,
you neglected me until
I turned black,
my body lies at your feet
like a welcome mat.  

The flies have come to eat
my heart, though it's lacking in
nutritional value for you over
prossesed my love for you.

You gutted my heart
causing an emptiness to grow,
all while your laugh grew like
an open sore.

You bit me hard,
I broke my back for you.

I left my life behind
when I chose to share
my life with you.

I am trying to regain
what you stole from me
year's ago. Slowly it's becoming
what it was before.

Time is rotten, decay, and wasted
upon the memory of pain.

This love will be the death
of me or a new beginning,
I don't know yet.

We'll see.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

To the chaotic mind
all things are doomed
to suffer the same fate.
Hell is just behind you.

We become like shadows
we think we are hidden away
but reality is everyone can
see you.

All you have to do is
click, post, bang.

In the night ninjas come out
to play, they steal and cheat
with no remorse for
the pain they cause.

We build armor and weapons
only to have them striped away,
a payment for taxes they say.

Our rights are no longer given
those too are no longer a
priority.

The business man is the leader
and the country is no longer
a dreamers domain, they stole
our stars before they had time
to fall. Even our wishes
belong to the dollar.

America was built for the dreamers,
yet you are lied to,
you have nothing to your name;
(The bank owns you.)

You have no rights
the government steals it from you.

Strangers are allowed to squat
in your home, even if you report a
break in, good luck.
No one will fight for you.

The government would rather you
die than protect you from the crime.

They want you to hug your ******
and forgive them for their damages.

There is no true punishment for
their damages. They find druggies
are more worthy of the prison’s.

Your taxes go down the drain,
given too the businesses
and criminals who invade
your lives and properties.
They live freely off your
hard work.

What a shame! Click, post, bang!

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

Looking through the eyeglass
of dreams, it seems less likely
to be true than a big drawn out lie.

Though you live your life
the best you can,
knowing you have a heart
full of broken glass
you still move forward
with cuts and scars.

Everytime you look back
you see footprints of where
you last stepped,
what’s the point in that?
You are reminded of everything
you lack, you see with a
greedy heart nothing but hurt
comes from a heart full
of junk yards.

Love is more important than
seeking out emptiness,
don’t collect your broken heart’s,
fell those jars with possibilities
and wishes from afar.

Collect pennies and dime’s
until you can afford your
dreams and possibilities.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

No one said it was easy,
no one said is was going
to be okay.

Perfection was never promised,
happiness was never given,
they are works in progress.

I am like the leafs
I land wherever I please.

I change with the seasons,
hot, cold, wet, and dry
I adapt as the cycle wraps
itself around my little finger.

This life we live
such consequences we sew,
we still try even after the
needle broke.

No one said life was going to go
your way, no one said this is
the only path, because
it’s a work in progress.
We already know that.

It’s a work in progress but I
want to fly someday.

Do you think I will learn
how to grow wings one day?

I hope to learn how to fly someday,
I won’t have to wait for
happiness nor a rainy day for
I will be able to fly to where
it falls. I will be free.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton