You brought greed and pain
to my door, broke my heart
and stole my food and pills
you left me in pain and
to starve.

With no remorse you stole
from others too, you lie about
your purpose and support.

You are no ones friend,
you’re an abusive judgemental
dude you manipulate, behind the scenes you say horrible things
you are not honest and clean.

You even accuse me of being
abusive when I have done nothing
but change my life to stop your
abuse.

You lied about your apology,
you haven’t changed anything,
you still use people and drugs.

Why would you accuse a
handicapped person of
doing things they are
unable to do?

You are the only dishonest
person here, no shade do I
cast, for my soul shines only
for Jesus and I never show
any kind of evilness.

You can ask everyone else,
I am honest and loving.

As for you,you have no stable
ground to place your blame
on everyone else.

I have no blame for
I don’t do shameful things
or accuse others, I keep
to my home where my chair
is placed and my cat rests
beside my legs.

I have seizures and pain,
my autistic brain keeps
me busy and my sanity
stable as well as my faith.

You don’t support my sanity
and faith,you gaslight
everything until I second
guess myself.

You called me the liar
while you did drugs and
stole from everyone else.

You play your music that
causes me seizures,you
turn on your devices
after you told everyone to
turn off the lights, so
I can feel better.

You make excuses
to judge others when its
you whose doing bad things.

You have no one to blame
but yourself, no one hurt
you or caused you suffering,
you’ve abused yourself
before you met everyone else.

I have no problems but what
you bring, I worked hard
to build my life above the
pain and suffering I’ve been
forced to endure.

You’ve never supported me
or made me feel stronger
and beautiful and like
I am a beautiful queen
by your side.

You’ve made me feel unwanted
and ashamed, you made me
think I am insane.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the pieces of my
broken heart I shattered
into fragments of our love.

My wounds leave scars,
left in my jars of past
broken dreams you broke
with your passionate tongue,
you promised me forever,
I got thrown away and
tossed to the side instead.

Your words saturated my heart,
until it burst at the seems
releasing my broken dreams.

I might not be able to
fix the future of our
love but I am able to
move on and build
new dreams.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Maybe the program isn’t just
on the TV or computer screen
but our minds are the static
between the senses?

Your reality is not what controls
your actions, for you’ve been
given many different roads with
different views and people to meet,
so you are the programmer building
your code that dictates your direction.

God gave us freedom of mind
meaning you decide how it goes
and what you do is up to you
so use it wisely and you will grow.

Design a program that functions
well that grows from the roots
of your dreams.

Don’t expect happiness for that
grows from deep within and your
ability to let go, and you never
had full control, for life was
here before you were born.

You are your own faithful friend,
and others come along the road
of life, embracing their own
tapestry of code.

©️ By Amanda Shelton

Today is a new day,
refreshed and clean.

Every second is a new,
it’s unique because time
is always moving forward.

It’s like a ladder with
no way down, you are
forced to go up, up, and up!
until your body degrades
into soil.

You are recycled into the Earth,
if you believe in God you will
live on forever in heaven.
So be faithful.

My love goes out to all
who suffer.

We as humans are built
to fight and survive.

We fought so many other things
and came out stronger and
smarter, that’s exactly what
is going to happen again.

This can be good because
this is how we survive,
this is how we prosper
becoming stronger through
the struggle.

What living being can make
vaccines, computers, cell phones,
and sew like we do?

We have a responsibly to keep
the world alive because we are capable.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

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