When I was younger I flew
the koop, no cage could keep
me from flying this *****
grave of doom.

Life came to make friends
with me, I agreed to stay.

It was great until the storm came,
it washed away the sunshine,
it drowned my mind in love
and pain, it stole my
jars of broken hearts,
it broke my wings and forced
me down, my chair became
the cage now I’m back to
being a slave to my health.

That’s life, you live and die,
you suffer and fly, you climb
mountains, float down rivers
and lakes, you surfe the
biggest waves.

In the end we end up in
the grave.

Don’t forget to breathe,
take longer breaths,
just take your time;
you’ve got unknown
amounts of time.

This asthma induced disease
we call life has no insurance
or warranty.

So live well and you won’t
go to bed regretting your
dreams. Don’t cover yourself
with the dirt from the roads
you’ve built.  Instead let go
of all regret go to your dirt
bed clean.

©️ 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Upon a beating breath a heart
is born.

Feelings and life pushes it
through strife, it learns how
to fear, cry, love and support,
it builds a stronger cage
within your chest.

It locks away loves first kiss,
it breaks upon the fall, it
heals and deals with bruised
memories, its reminded of
its place by the pressures
you embarrassed.

It expresses pain and stress
through the process of life
and osmosis.

It beats faster and faster
with every step you make,
it slows down as you calm
to rest and take a break.

At the end of the process
its stronger and smarter,
but still age helps decay
to take away its beating
breath, it weakens over time
as death comes knocking
on the cage door.

Life was welcomed but death
was not invited, yet it has
a key for death is part of
the process.

As the key slowly turns
all goes quite and peaceful,
death sat down as an
old friend would do,
leaning in to kiss you.

For a moment you are lovers,
life and death dancing together.

Life gracefully bows taking
deaths hand to walk into the clouds.

The End!
Fin!

❤️

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Upon my broken heart
you treaded and dug my
grave, you left my broken
pieces to rot within the
soils of our love, its our
lovers plot of forgotten
dreams.

When the winter frost
came to settle it became
my friend cold but consistent,
unlike you it never forsaken
me.

With your cold heartless
words you stabbed me deep
deeper still, as the blood
stained the ground, a reminder
of your betrayal.

I am left lonely,
the bruises ach
as if fresh from
yesterday.

Your sorry hurts deeper,
each time you break its
structure it gets weaker.

I never had time to heal,
before you take another
stab you stole my heart
and broke its trust you
broke the wheels and
threw the dust.

You left me in a shallow grave,
where I am trying to put back
together the broken pieces
of our love.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Secrets are oozing from the
bowels of the earth, she quakes
and shakes her ***** for your
viewing.

Watch her take a bite from your
life, she’s older than your
great great great grandparents.

Her womb grew for us, opening
wide devouring those who die.

She’s got six feet
long legs, a chest bigger
than mount Everest, and
hair as long as the
Nile River.

Her depths are the deepest,
her valleys dip deeper too,
her girth is wide and she
has sapphire eyes and
diamonds grow from her thighs.

She’s screaming for help,
but no one hears her cries,
for you’re all blind and deaf,
it’s a merciful whisper burning
steady and fast through out the night.

She slowly takes her last breath,
releasing a deadly ghost from
her past.

Oh Corona, oh Corona
shall we sing you a song
a proper fair well?

Oh Corona, oh Corona you’ve
over stayed your welcome,
no one invited your virus
or your dime lit eyes.

Such secrets came free
as the sunsets upon your
ocean eyes, the beams
carry a dream of peace
and love. It’s up to us
if we do her right.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the release of ink
my thoughts flow like
a flood. It’s free from
its cage available to
devour to all who read
its river.

Memories become smears
of autumn and snow,
I never forget a thing
for it stains the banks
with its existences as
it freezes in my mind.

I have no forgotten
memories, they are
forever frozen within
my brains process.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the shore you came
crashing to wash away
the love you promised.

I die a little each time
inside, as I watched you
leave. The clouds gathered
above your head, as I watched
you depart into the dark
I was left alone with dreed
and a broken heart.

You left scars and memories
of passionate kisses, and
unfulfilled dreams and wishes
you promised me.

You effected my life
like a painful wound
that got infected, you
brought me salts to rub
the wounds raw and
cause swelling.

You say I love you,
before you steal from me,
you say I love you,
before you accuse me,
you say I love you,
before you neglect me
and leave me crying.

I’m the girl you left
at the table,
I’m the girl who is faithful
but you are under the table.

You manipulate with a smile,
you lie and cheat, and blame
me of doing the same thing.

I’ve never been told
I am mean and cold,
until I met you.

You brought your friend
addiction without asking
me if I had an open invitation
so now there’s three at
the table.

You said you want to have
a romantic evening but yet
you leave me to cook and
clean, you never stay to
eat with me.

I’ve told you how I feel
but you don’t appreciate
my expression.

You say I am mean
yet I haven’t done
anything but express
my struggle.

You said I love you,
before you broke my heart
leaving me to pickup
the pieces.

The main course is my heart,
a perfect meal for a monster
like you.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton