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Amanda Shelton Sep 2019
Stand by me and
my convictions
of woes.

A memorial of depression
and disease, hopefully
that’s not how you will
remember me.

I rise above the suffering
of my humanity and discomfort.

I fight for contentment
and stability.

Remember me as a typhoon,
I caused change and
I healed my own wound’s
with the power of knowledge
and society.

God blessed me with
intelligence and will.

These are my written
testimonials of
my personal struggles.

I thank you for visiting,
may you take my blessings
and share them with the world.

© By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Sep 2019
The wall stands tall,
covered in roses choking
its mortar and stabbing
enemies before they reach
the boarder. Though
I don’t have many.

My domain is lit by
candlelight and my
windows are open
only at night.
Though I dream of
the sunlight warming
my face, I will never
be able to enjoy it’s
beautiful sun kissed grin
or its kissing beams
of a blushing beauty.

I am like the rarest gem,
you might never meet
one as rare as me, for
my personality is 00.2%
of society.

My intelligence is above
the average score for a genius,
200 and beyond. Who knows
it might have grown.

I can’t brag about it
because it’s not all
fun and games when
your awareness breaks
the stage.

I am always in a ponder,
wondering in the wilderness
of my brain.

Hello Alice, said the
rabbit as I fall down
the whole, insanity
follows me like a shadow
hopping behind every
step I make.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
I wrote this poem about my personal struggles with having a high level of intelligence. It's not always easy, it causes stress and anxiety. I have been aware of how things function since I was a very young child. I use to be afraid of everything. Until I started facing life head on without allowing fear to stop me. I would go to the mall and wait for the crowd to come in. I would get inside and walk through it. I also sat at the entrance and drew people and anything else I could find. Slowly my anxiety faded and I began craving the time I made. My anxiety was replaced by interest and society. I want to understand how others think and do what they do. My passion for writing and drawing grew from the seeds I planted at that mall.
Amanda Shelton Sep 2019
Breathe they say.
Think, why don’t you?

It’s like a lost breath,
it chokes you until
you are reminded of
your place.

Like a **** it
grows upon your
grave, a memory
of your pain before
you lay down within
its frame.

The dirt piles up
within your brain,
as you chew on its
fibers left behind
for you to grind
and favor.

No one will starve
if we ate mindfulness
and drank the stars
as they fall like rain
drops around us.

Mindfulness likes to
play, as love stands
bravely, and boldness
is a breath away.

Save us! from the pain.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Sep 2019
The slow setting sun
shimmied off its fading
beams, as the night
creeped upon the
seasons change.

Shadows danced upon the
clouds as rain soaked
the hollow, hydrating
the roots of the trees.

Perfumed memories of
yesterday’s beams lost
on the cooling breeze
as the leafs of change
fall upon my dreams.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Sep 2019
The heat rises,
heat waves roll over the street,
car's rush by with engines
roaring, burning smog,
we choke upon.  

Summer is on the rise,
cooking the desert like
a pro chef cooks a good meal,
We fry.

Summer is on the rise!

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
It's hot and I am in pain. This poem is inspired by both of those things. Heat and pain never worked well together, in my experience.
Amanda Shelton Aug 2019
When I said goodbye
it broke my heart,
I shattered into millions
of piece. The human heart
is so emotionally fragile,
its like porcelain it
creaks under pressure.

As the angels came
I was forced to watch,
crying wishing for you
to stay.

I had to learn how to
let go, for your life
never belonged to me,
we all are Gods children
our souls belong in heaven.

Someday you and I will
see each other for you
are waiting at the
gates of heaven for my
return.

All Gods children are set up
upon the steps of the heavenly host awaiting judgement,
but I will do my best to make
it easy for God to rest,
for I will follow him forever
and ever until my last
dieing breath.

Aman!

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

“My tears will always flow within heaven’s rivers and valleys below, but my sorrows lay to rest deep within the hollow earth where my body will be at eternal rest.”
Amanda Shelton Aug 2019
Do you ever get an itch
with your spidey since?

Its like a fly wriggling
in your web, if you don’t
take care of it, it rots
like an old shoe left out
to stink up your house.

I call it my ladybug since,
I can feel your honesty
and your lies miles away.

God gave me another gift
of discernment and empathetic
abilities, I can pick up
feelings and thoughts
from strangers and friends.

My ladybug since has saved
lives many times.

I’ve helped schizophrenics
break free from their
decisional trips by
showing them I can see
what they see and its not
reality.

I know what its like to
see that look of surprise
when they have an eye
opening experience.

Sometimes its like
I become a shadow of
the schizophrenics mind,
and it works almost every time.

To be the bate for
the schizophrenics
monster’s that was
my services I provided,
to save them from their
boogeymen brain robbers.

Now I am retired,
my job is to live
my life out peacefully
with my partner, who I love
beyond tomorrow’s sunrise
and yesterday’s sunset.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
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