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Amanda Shelton Dec 2019
Upon the falling rain
lives my heart,
with the broken beams
of light pain fades away,
with a passing breeze
the clouds depart
revealing your face.

Oh love, how I miss you.
Let me remind you
I will never forget you
and your forget me not kisses
and embraces.

Love lasts as long as you
embrace its memory.

Far from this place once lived
two lonely hearts, between
the empty spaces they
collided like two falling stars,
filling every inch with
passion and beating heartstrings
playing their song.

You never fade;
you forever live within
the empty spaces between
light and dark, for
you are a brightening star.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Dec 2019
Beyond tomorrow
onto the marrow
lives my sorrow
and pain.

It’s always flooding
with rain and the clouds
never fade. Yet I am
a survivor and brave.

I bring my umbrella
and meditation with great
breathing techniques
to help me through the
hard times.

Sometimes the shadows
settle for awhile, I’ve
learned to be calmer and
at peace with restful nights.

Within my restless hours
I am inspired, deeply
expired yet not tired
enough to sleep.

My weathered mind
tick’s on upon
the last hours of
the nightly dreams
I should be experiencing.

Yet I become one of the
shadows lurking about
the dark. Not extinguished
for I still burn bright
like my past bridges
I’ve left behind.

No regrets but embarrassments
light up my cheeks.
We all of those blushing
moments like these.

Beyond the sun’s ray
I come riding on the moons
beams. I am a star upon
the stage just for awhile.

Long breathes drag on
hour after hour,
line by line, beyond
the horizon of tomorrow
lives my tears and sorrows.

Fading with the light
raising upon my return to
life.

Good morning my marrow.
What tithings you bring
of golden rays and silver
linings. Ting!

© 2019 Amanda Shelton
Good morning my fellow Poets.
Amanda Shelton Dec 2019
In perpetual darkness lives
the muse.

I am it's candle I lit up
the room and revealed
its beauty to the world.
To you...  

I am the light that
brings poetry to life,
I am like a shadow
I redirect the light
bringing you my beautiful
write.  

With gay delight my words
take flight, it sings for you
with love and life.

With a deluge of emotion
and ink this muse comes to life.

From, The Poet and Gothic Muse
I am weathered but still
standing strong.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
I use to be called Gothic Muse by my goth friends back in my youth. I am still known as the Gothic Muse as well as Ashen Rose Darkly Written. I have written about roses a lot as well as Gothic themed poetry so it makes sense. I have suffered and I have loved, my poetry reflects my experiences.
Amanda Shelton Nov 2019
Oh how much I love you.

Upon the rays of the
burning sun you came,
you crashed into my chasm
of darkly lit rooms
and lit up the dark
like the candle you are.

You brought me a river of
love and change, you reminded
me I will never be alone again.

You are as a cloud to my rain,
you are a wick for my flame,
you are the missing piece
to my puzzle, you are
the breeze to my calmness
and weaves.

You cary me in the safety
of your arms, you keep me
dry upon the falling of
the rain.

You are my love.
My best friend till the end,
my true love.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Nov 2019
Upon my suffering you sat,
like a **** on a string,
you pull and tug on me
until I fall apart
at the seams.

You stole my heart,
you stole my security
and claimed it as your
domain.

You blame me for your
actions as if there's
an excuse for your abuse.

You start out kind
and generous but
you ask for interest
even though I've given
you my deposit in full.

You turn our relationship
upside down, you want my
full support but never
give me the same
instead you leave me
underneath the ruins
of our damaged relationship.

I work hard to keep
our relationship stable
yet you break the table.

You don't bring me
stability and care,
instead you just stand
there expecting me to
move for you.

I've been neglected
in my time of need,
for your games and
depression.

You have replaced me
with your shadows and
controllers.

You treat me like you
have no need for me,
as if I never was there
and my feelings mean nothing.

You run circles around me,
you are always too busy,
you act like I never
said anything, or
I am not there at all.

My tears land on the ground,
for you are never around to
catch my pain.

My heart aches for
the time you will finally
be supportive and show me
the love you claim to have
for me.

You don't seem to hear me,
even though I am screaming.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Nov 2019
When they called me broken,
I knew.

When they called me slow,
I just went faster still
as the cracks grew and
my walls fell, upon the
foundation I still built
my church, I became stronger
upon the rising of the ruins
of the broken.

When they lied and told you
I will never be able to,
I proved to you I am
better than average
I can do whatever I choose.

When the devil knocks at
my door I am too busy
inside having church
with my faith and
Jesus Christ, I never
open the door for evil.

The devil stood like stone
and I never took time
to allow him to animate
and cause damage to my faith.

Within the ruins I stand
for the future of my life
I cultivated my roots
made room for the light,
So the truth shinned
like a diamond burning
in your mind.

Dear Almighty Lord,
I give a breath for
your time, a prayer
for your sign, and
a foot for the roads
you helped me to design.

I gave my life to Christ,
I allowed him to wash
me clean from all my sins
and future suffering.

I learned how to forgive
myself so I can forgive
them for their lies.

I learned how to take control
of my life, I am stronger
and better than I ever was.

There is nowhere else to go
but forward, so I keep
marching upon the line
on which the LORD laid out
for my destination and
future foundations.

Today leads to tomorrow
and beyond, I am the future
for the days ahead.

I am like a pebble
I ripple across the
pond effecting the
other pebbles that
live on the same ripple.

I stay faithful
for nothing can
waiver upon my love
for God.

Its personal.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Nov 2019
Upon the buzzing in my ears
comes pain unrest and fear.

The ache of my sensory
is like anxiety and protest
vibrating through the process,
nothing stops its provision
and test.

It pushes me out of
my mindset, shoving
my sensitivity to the
edge of the horizon of
prickly needles.

The autistic brain
has no break’s, has
no boundaries to stop
the deluge from spewing
over neurons from the
electronic dance of the
sensory overload process.

Its a painful experience.

Silence is never an option,
for its broken by the beating
of my heart, and the sound of
blood rushing through my ears, sounds like pulsating floods
rushing to my eardrums.

Swoosh! Swoosh!
Boom!
Swoosh! Swoosh!
Boom!

Its process proceeds…
to painful beating breathes
of none stop drumming.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
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