Upon my sorrow pours my pain, flooding my life with suffering. The blue turns deeper with ever breath I exhale.

Slowly leaching forth from the depths of the darkness, my tears release agony from it’s caged room in which I grew stronger. Building strength to win this battle.

Pain is not a friend I invite over for crumpets and tea, it is my foe and greatest enemy.

I never wanted suffering, I never thought it would try suffocating me from the inside out.

For I am a candle blowing in the wind, I blow smoke to call you in. But pain decided to still the light that burns so bright. It tries to devour my flame as if I don’t hold it’s spark or kindling within myself.

Its ignorant to my strength, while pain beats loudly at my door, I am preparing for the future and nothing can still my heart.

I become a fixture, a brighter blazer than ever before. I burn for the Lord almighty. His flame never burns out.

Within the Lords heart I am rooted, my plot is firmly planted upon heavens girth. I will be reborn in heaven. Like a seed I grow underneath my Lord’s feet.

The plows are ready to sew what I reap, each grain goes to my flame feeding my soul leaving my suffering barren and defeated. I sacrificed my pain so I can live again.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

A writer never dies, for
their life is published
on pages of white,
they live forever within
the stories they write.

I sat thinking many times
before, spilling my missy
thoughts all over the floor, exposing it for all to read.

I am a writer,
My life is a paper
crisp and crumbled
with ink smudged edges.

I am always
lost in the jungles
of my deepest thoughts.

A ghostly poet
reincarnated through
a lost art of ink smears
and smudges.

I am yelled and scared
by time and my poetic crimes.

I gather myself upon these
pages, so the masses can
devour my deepest thoughts.

No pressure,
no pushing or shoveling
just a grave for my
poetic muse, for your
passionate views.

I bring to life expression,
my written strife burning
holes in the book of my past
experiences one line at a
time. Formatting strife
while I surf the poetic oceans of my life.

I fall deeply into the dark
but I burn bright as the
black devours the night,
for I become its light.

No darkness can divide us
from this process.

For I bleed ink so you
don’t have to, I sacrifice
my suffering with poetic
justice so you can find my truth.

These page’s are witness
to my poetic crimes.

Welcome to my personal
expression, its a trip into a
passionate relationship
with my muse.

No depression can survive
for my muse devours it with
darkness as it collapses
upon these pages turning
into smudges of life, I
bring it into the light.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

I trusted you with my heart,
you manipulated and tortured
me until I fell apart.

You never loved me,
instead you accused
and tortured me with
your constant accusations
and abusive nagging relations.

You cheated on me
with your addictions
and your blue devilish
eyes.

Your good at manipulation.

You brought the devil to
my door with no remorse
or respect for my life.

You lay upon your bed of lies,
amongst the decay and flies
your most comfortable.

Your betrayal smells gross,
as you try to hide amongst
the ghosts of your evil deeds.

The ghosts pound upon the posts,
pounding louder as you blunder
through your life, your deeds
hot upon your trial.

You can’t hide from your
demons boy, the truth finds
you with its brilliant spotlight
it burns your eyes and pushes
you out from beneath your lies.

Nothing covers up the truth.

The truth is always behind you,
you can cover up a lie by telling the truth, so why waste your
time being a fool telling lies?

Honesty brings solitude and
strength, lies bring ugliness
and unnecessary pride and
prejudice.

You tired to make me look like
a fool, when you are the
dishonest one and God knows
the truth so does my family
and friends.

You messed with the
wrong lady, I’m no fool
for the devil like you.

I don’t play the poker game
of lies, I don’t like flies
I respect my life and faith.

You decided to lay upon
your bed of lies,
you look like a fool
with your devilish grin.

Your playing the game with
the devil on your back.

He’s biting you but you
never fight back.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

I leaped free from my tapestry
so I can show you the colors
of my thread.

Life is like a thread
it slowly creates a colorful
tapestry of emotions and
experiences.

A poet saws you a personal
expression with our creative
threads of passion.

I am set free through
the flying threads
I toss over my head
unto these pages
I am formatting.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

There’s a daisy for each broken dream I’ve experienced.

There’s not very many but
one is too many.

My pain burns from the depths
of my soul, I shed a tear for every wound I bare.

These river banks are a reminder
of the love we made.

Amongst the flowing water
we are the ripples we make,
every step we made was another
bough to break.

As the sunset upon our lovers
bed, a shadow slowly crept
to devour the covers.

We never had a chance,
the devil took his stance.

He played his violin with great ovation for his audience.

You decided to dance.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton