Be bold and brave upon the ocean waves, descending into it’s depths of blue and gray.

My heart once sailed on the moon’s beams of passion. Written upon the stars, above my lovers gave the passion slowly floated away.

These tides are tragic and memorable, like a kiss from darkness it devoured my dreams and hopeful wishes.

My pain drowned the beating lovers heart, killed the possibilities of forevermore.

The shadows came to settle upon the meadows of my dreams, I watched as the light faded and stole the beauty I treasure.

Now I am left with suffering and a hollow space where my lover once laid.

Love is tragic and waning like the changing of the moons gaze. He bowed to me and said fair will, kissed my cheek and left me in his shadow.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Crash into me, brush aside your wasted time, I have a rhythm for your mind.

I’ve been ******* on a dime, I like it’s flavor, I know I am odd.

Can you ******* rythme, can you feel it’s metal zinging on your mind?

I’ve been working on this for some time, working up line by line building the ****** to engage your brain dragging you deep into my mind.

This is the depth of my existence, the ink bleeds from my arteries. Poetry is what I leave behind, my missy floods of expression.

Your left swimming in my pools of formatted creations, passion brings you to my surface.

I zing upon your mind, the taste is like metal, cool and you climb my mountains of rhymes. I’ll catch you if you fall, my rhythm catchs everything.

This rolls so easily off the tip of my tongue, like a cool breath exhaled with my rythme following behind. I plant my poetic kiss upon this page for you to consume.

Thanks for stopping by.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

I wanted to believe in us…

The universe had other plans for us, breaking the bones of love and passion. I bled for this.

Breath I am, pain I bear and I confess my bruises are deeply engraved in my heart.

Stitches hold the memory of you and your vows you left broken it tears the fabric of the love you promised me.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, kisses lost upon the losses I gambled on your broken promises. Stolen by the winds you blew into my heart of caution.

Nothing but scars remain. Your memory is nothing but pain beating at my chest for entrance, but I locked you out. Built a wall around the wounds. I am finished playing your sick game.

You walk with the devil, I am not like you. The Lord’s plan is more important. I am letting you go…

This pain is deviant, frustrating and blue. I’d rather have greens growing in my mind, a reminder of happier times. Trees full of ripened love, ready to be consumed.

My hopes ran away with you. I have to find a new hope, one that will never die. I have to let you go so my heart can survive.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

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