There’s a tear in my heart
where your lies left a mark
now the burning pain
escapes from the wounds.

Like a monster in the depth
of night its left salivating
waiting like a wolf in
the dark, hunting in the
shadows.

Love struggles to win,
thorny roots choke and
smoother, like a fragile
porcelain heart it crumbles
and falls apart under
the pressure.

Through the gaping wounds
comes memories of you,
it hurts, it burns,
it dies a long with your
lies.

Like vultures they come
they lick at their lips,
they sniff and scratch,
leaving nothing but pain,
damage and decay.

Love struggles to win,
digging deeper and deeper
down into the ether of
wade.

Slowly it fades, nothing but
shallow pain scratching my head
eating my heart leaving me
to die and falling apart.

Such a fragile heart, beats
slower and slower, aching for
departure of the suffering
you deployed.

You owe me love and support.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

We all float down here.
Like cigarettes wafting
in the air.

Its a killer dealing you
the last blow.

It murders your interests
and relationships with its
greedy smile.

Like a monster lurking
behind the bin it
waits until you are
weak and tired
to strike you down.

So don’t forget
the scares its
given for that’s
when the monster
is driven.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Goodnight.

Upon the setting sun
rose my dreams.

It breathed life into
my fleeting mind
as poetry leaped
forth to format reality.

It became an idea
that grew into a
blooming poetic vision.

As darkness fades
reality wakes
so does the poet
in me.

Until the dawn farewell.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Misty fog rolling in
from the Sea, upon its
frozen kiss I cultivate
my heart.

I fought for love
upon the rolling waves
of chaos and change.

I fought decay as
rot stole my true
loves kiss with a
breath of ash, as
my wish crashed
to the bottom of
emptiness.

Love found your lips
riding on the Sea
in a lovers ship.

Our souls were caught
tossing and turning
over and over again
upon the waves of chaos,
bold and brave just
the two of us.

Anitthis-death stole my
wish, love rose from the
ashes.

Only to fall again
for one last fight,
for one last stand,
for one last kiss.

Beyond the nightly
mist, our ship rides
into the night forever
together lovers
under cover of the
darkened sky’s
star crossed lovers ride.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the passing of time
I am slowly depleting
my cells vibrating gradually
expanding my existence beyond
my skin, mind and body.

I am like a star, burning
fuel as I collide with life
pushing farther into the vastness
of space, time and the infenant
continum of my existence.

My impacte is that like a
grazing cow, my imagination
chews upon reality spewing
knowledge from my philosophical
mind into the chasm of my unique
reality. It grows in the passage
of time.

As I struggle in my profound
rose bed, plotting my seasonal growth.
The poet in me arches forward
in an attempt to express itself.

With my poetic fingers crucified
for my style and format
I suffer for my artist and
I share the bruises
life has to offer me.

I am the Gothic muse
a shadow rose, I leave behind
a poetic perfume, with notes
of passion and the slow weathering
petals of my budding expressions.

Like a caged bird I’ve
flown the coop breaking free
from my caged mind.

I traveled the world of
my imagination may times
before, and upon my dreams
I’ve awoken to the possiblity
of a broken ideology
of the worlds sinful nature.

Its cruel and callous in its
abused status of corruption
and its waning actions feeding
the masses with lies and deception.

These are sad times, indeed
but still the sun will rise
and the moon wanes and space
continues to grow making room
for new structures and the cycle
to go on until the end of time.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

I am a writer
a recorder of life,
through poetry I breathe
twice, once in body
again through poetic lines.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

If you knew how hard you’d fall
would you change?

If you knew the Earth would
fight would you change?

What cause and effect would
make you want to change?

If you choked on a cigarette
would you change?

If the sun burnt your head
would you change?

Upon these times you live
like a shadow amongst other
shadows, all slowly fades
into the night.

Would you change if needed?

We all make mistakes,
we all grow and develop,
we all go back to the wind
to live our lives.

Upon the rising sun
I am reminded of my
future and song.

I am a writer
a recorder of life,
through poetry I breathe
twice, once in body
again through poetic lines.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton