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Amanda Shelton May 2019
Within the porcelain chamber
of my beating heart
the walls are fragile falling apart.

You’ve left me bruised
and crumbling to pieces
you never tried to fix
my broken pieces.

Instead you tread upon
my bed after you stole
the warmth of the covers.

You never gave me the support
I need, instead you stole
the main beam that
holds up the walls
to our foundation.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton May 2019
I am a whisper in the wind,
Gods mighty voice rose us
up out of the dirt commanding
life to breathe.

I am a work in progress,
a broken piece of life
that's eager to live.

My breath and mind
are important for life
to progress and develop
I have helped God to
design a beautiful life.

I might be a tiny speck in time
but my existence is like a powerful force, for the changes I've caused helped lives to progress and heal.

I've become an important piece
of history, I made my mark upon
this life I've been given.

My pieces are widely spread
for I've been sharing myself
on the world wide web since
I was seventeen.

Between the teeth of angles
I am alive grinding at the stone.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Apr 2019
Upon The Rising Sun

I ran from the burning beams that tried to devour me.
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I was like a burning ember
scorched, scared, burning for
my life’s course.

Upon the hot beams
I seemed ready to flare,
my spine grinding and bending
to the heat wave.

I surely hoped for
less suffering, sadly
my hopes crashed ashore
of the heated seas
on which my boat is docked.

I was left on bent knees
begging for relief.

But none would come for me.

© 2019 By Amanda D Shelton
Amanda Shelton Apr 2019
Upon a nation we built
our frustrations slowly
breaking its foundation.

Ignorance brings devastation,
regret, and damnation.

No longer a union
our ripples separate
farther than we anticipated
causing chaos, doom, and
loss.

It burns,
it quakes,
it grinds its Earth
moving mountains
faster and faster than
ever before.

A hot house,
a wave of chaotic messes,
eager to devour our dying
nation.

Such childish lies
from a governments chair
decay ate away at its
cushions and devices,
leaving dust in its place,
a skeleton crew.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Apr 2019
All around,
the dark memories gathered.

My pain grew as cold chills
fell against my naked soul.

My tear’s smite me,
and upon their release
my essence drips
to the wicked earth that
will in prison me someday
underneath a gravestone.

In agony I hang my head,
as oblivion approaches
with a cold reminder
I am alone, my tear’s
fell upon darkened times
hydrating my doom.

The devil taunt’s me
reminding me of my
appending doom.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
Welcome to my new poetic collection ****** Quill’s.

Upon these pages I leave behind my tear’s and frustrations. Within my poetic translations you can find truth, struggle, love, and bit’s of my broken design. I am blessed with a gift of writing poetry and drawing. I hope you enjoy my poetic designs.
Amanda Shelton Apr 2019
You are a scar upon my heart,
We grew closer in between
the shadows and beams of light.

Our love also grew within
the dark, never to fade
for it is a strong spark
that grew into a burning blaze.

We are like two stars,
always falling together
always burning across
the same skies, we are
always as one a sun
that never dies.

We are never truly apart
for there’s a string attached
to our hearts, space and time
can never steal our ever
growing spark.

Struggle and strife
only build’s a stronger
foundation for the future
of our lives together.

As one made from two star
crossed lover’s our collision
was epic, and dramatic
leaving reality bruised and
burning brightly as a reminder
of our beginnings.

Forevermore, I love you.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
I wrote this poem for my love Sean. He has struggled so have I but still we love each other. I will never be alone because I have him feeling the empty spaces in my heart. Through all the struggles our foundation grows stronger.
Amanda Shelton Apr 2019
The beams slowly grew
blanketing the exposed,
as life rose waking to the
dawning day.

The dew drops glistened
reminding me of the
past evening, and
coffee brewing.

Upon this day Jesus Christ
sacrificed his life
so we no longer have too.

A selfless sacrifice
by an all powerful God,
he who loves us so deeply
gave to us his only son;
bled for our sins,
so we can have a choice
to believe in him
or live in sinful
disgrace upon the devil’s
path.

Happy Easter
may the Lord bless you
upon this glorious day
that he has made.

His sacrifice is a reminder
of his love for us.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
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