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Amanda Shelton Feb 2020
The winds have shifted,
the oceans have calmed,
the chaotic tides are rolling
up the sand leaving me
resting upon the shore.

Love has settled beside me,
leaving its kisses and
best wishes.

The world seems at rest,
as the sun shines upon
the sea’s, shadows soak
up the beams welcoming
me to this beautiful scene.

The birds are singing
and the wind is soft upon
my skin, the sun is softly
glowing as I am reminded
of the spring.

I have just a short moment
before the summer steals
the breeze.

My lovely spring becomes
a memory.

Like a blooming flower,
spring leaves behind
sweet perfumed memories.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Feb 2020
I woke up,
took my pill,
waited for the
danm to break
allowing my memories
to flow like a flood
out the gate.

Slowly I am taken back
in time, as my head floods
with medicated numbness,
my pain still sets beside me
though I don’t care anymore.

The pain pitched me
one more time, reminding
me its still there.

Medicated induced memories,
these pills are reminding me.

No choice but to let it be,
ride the waves of diluted
pain. Wash it down with
suffering and strife allow
the pain to scream and cry.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton
I am on pain management and everytime I take my pain pills I end up remembering my past in vivid images and sound. As if I am reliving my life day by day. I have a very vivid memory because I have savant syndrome causing me to have a super ability to recall my experiences. I can also draw from memory every tiny detail and structure. I don't know why I have this ability but I do know how I got it. I was born with Autism and a very high IQ. My brain is completely different than an average persons brain. My doctor's told me I have a complex and complicated brain. I also have the rarest blood type in the world, only 75 people have been reported to have the same blood type as I. I have been through testing as well as donated my blood, hair, and nails to clinics for studies to help save lives. I am pretty sure my blood has saved many people who needed transfusions. I give in private so people can't look for me. My mom helped me setup a plan when I first found out. My health care is really good too because of my rare health conditions. Though, one down side my blood cells doesn't have antibiotic properties so I can't get blood from other types besides my own. Also, I have different reactions to medication and my environment. Imagine going to the doctor and they take you into a private room to tell you you have the rarest blood type in the world and they want you to donate your blood and other things so scientists can study it. That happened to me at the age of 13 after I got very sick and I needed to get help. I almost died a year later when my gallbladder exploded. By the time I got to the hospital I was pronounced died so I had no time to get blood transfusion. I still came back 30 minutes later while I was being transferred to a private room. They were preparing my body so my family could say goodbye. I feel bad for the nurse who saw me **** up and yell, you idiot I don't want to go back. I was yelling at God for forcing me back into my life. I didn't want to come back. I felt like I was at home and my loved ones who passed away were there too. I got to see heaven and the opening to hell. I was taken to heaven through a bright light and I was greeted by family members and friends. I met one of the patients who passed away in the other room. I ended up going to her husband to tell him she was okay and she wanted him to keep living his life. He was very grateful for my message. I am still friends with him and his family. Also, I made plans to have tea with her on the beach in heaven when we meet again. My mom told me I should write a book and share my experience with the world. Maybe someday I will.
Amanda Shelton Feb 2020
Sometimes I wonder the poetic
forest’s of my mind, I ponder.

Is the poetic dreams I conjure
made up of wasted time?

Are my words reaching your
radio static, and your nimble
ears that lean in just a little,
to take a nible from my table?

Can you hear me?
Can you read my expressions?
Am I getting through loud
and clear?

Hello out there!

As you approach the dragons
den, I spew my poetic fire
into your pits of desire and
it burns for awhile.

You can see its flames
waving in your eyes reflection.

I am a weak flame getting hotter
but exhausted from the need
to kindle the inferno.
But here I am still standing
strong, stronger than ever, feeding
the dragon its poetic treasures.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Feb 2020
I am one of the shadows
growing in the dark
surviving off the grunge.

Rot and decay visits
me often, like two old
friends we have coffee
and tea every morning.

I reflect on the
coming weeks as today
fades away.

As I awaken dawn comes
walking through my door
as if invited.

I would rather live in the
sunshine cruising on
the beach barefoot in
a cotton gown that reachs
my ankles.

The sunshine likes to
bite me leaving red bruises
upon my skin. I still go walking
even though it leaves marks
and possible scares.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Feb 2020
Upon the oceans of my mind
I am guided by its tide,
it pushes me to the shore.

God uses me to guide others
who are willing to listen.

I was blessed with provision,
its a beacon that grows
upon my faith.

Like a candle lit in my window
I am always seated at the table,
I am waiting for his return.

It’s your decision if you
follow the light, it’s your
choice if you believe in
the power of the LORD.

As for me, I am faithful
I will follow God’s son
who is in heaven waiting
for us.

Jesus Christ is the candle
he lights the path and
shows you his scares,
proving his status is
with the heavenly father.

I cary a gift and I share
parts of it with you all.

It’s a simple gift of
understanding and love.

May my prayers be a rock
for a stronger foundation
for my beautiful nation.

God bless you all.

Aman!

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Feb 2020
I am deeply grateful for
rewrites, edits and
progression for they lead
to breaking my oppression.

Spelling and grammar was never
my gift, poetry taught me understanding and expression.

Along the lines of poetic
formation I’ve caught the
breaks that show my mistakes.

I am not ashamed of my past
errors for I understand
I am not perfect in anyway
shape or form. I do not expect
much from myself, for pride
breaks the mold before it is
sold.

I look back at my work
to revise it’s mold
learning and developing
a stronger understanding
of a possible growth.

Words are my best friend,
adieu adieu my passionate
friend.

A capulet that cascades
from my mind, looding
the pages of time as
the poetic lines collide
with my visions of expression.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Feb 2020
I am not just a poet,
I am a rose bud
wishing for a dream.
My poet blooms when
I express my appreciation
for my craft.

That like a seed,
my poetic vision
plants an idea
within your life
breaking the cage
you’ve build to
secure your own poetic
possibilities in your
mind.

I am always developing
my plots for future
poetic gardens for you
to cultivate and consume.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton
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