Amanda Shelton

Amanda Shelton Nov 2020

Migraine, Cluster, Ocular, Headaches, Pain

Upon the rising sun the pain
arrives riding the rays of light. As the painful fog
migraits settling upon my
holiday cheer, like a shadow
monster ready to devour
the hours I cherish.

Upon the arrival of October and November, migraines and cluster headaches come for a visit.

Into the core of my eye drilling deeper over time,
blindness slowly devours
my vision as time beats
with painful rhythms.

An hour passes as the light
breaks through the fog, my
vision is restored as the pain fades away.

Ocular migraines are
nothing compared to
cluster headaches.

I’d rather suffer through the
Ocular migraines than have
a month long battle with a
painful stabbing behind my
right eye.

This is a ocular migraine,
but cluster headaches,
are the most painful hours
of my life.

There’s no treatment nor
cure for headaches and
migraines.

We are forced to suffer through the process.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Today I had a ocular migraine. Ever since the beginning of October I’ve been suffering through headaches and migraines. It’s the season for holiday cheer but also pain for those who suffer from migraines and cluster headaches. At least I don’t have seasonal depression. That would make it harder to deal with my pain. Thank God for my ability to handle this. You have to be strong minded as well as physically prepared. I use to have depression so I understand how it works. If I give into any negative views at this time I will feed the depression, and I don’t like depression. I trained myself to redirect the chemical imbalance that caused my depression. I started breaking free from the chemical imbalance around the age of 23 by the time I was 25 I was free from all the symptoms. It would have taken longer if I didn’t start training at the age of eleven. It’s so much easier to deal with everything without being held back by the depression. I face my fears more often too. Nothing is holding me back from fighting this. I have been through a lot worse than this.

Thank you for reading my poem. Peace and love, my lovely friend. May the Lord’s blessings be with you. Happy holidays. ❣️☮️🕊️

Remember this, this too shall pass. As time has always been moving forward. The future is important but now is more important because it leads to the future. First impressions are more important than second. Because the more you process something the weaker it becomes because the process causes change and change causes aging.

Amanda Shelton Nov 2020

The Creator's Sacrifice - To Be Great You Have To Suffer

To be a great artist
and writer, you have
to suffer.

Those who survive
are those who become
great.

Be true and fearless,
for this too shall pass.

Remember your blessings,
sacrifices, and achievements;
and learn from your mistakes.

We are flawed but perfect,
as long as you believe in
yourself and trust that
you have a future.

Those who can imagine
the possibilities are
the future leaders and developers.

Be bold and brave,
don’t be afraid.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Amanda Shelton Nov 2020

Black Widow

Watch her winding, watch her sew, watch her binding like a pro.

Black widow, sleek and true,
not so shyly she’s calling
you.

Sewing through out the night,
vibrating silk strings,
winding her threads slowly.

She says, “Come hither my
friend,” as she pulls out
her threads.

Careful now, she’s no friend.

She’ll trap you in her
spiders web.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

I saw a black widow and came up with this poem.

Amanda Shelton Oct 2020

Make Room For The Future

You fight with possibilities,
for footing but keep lossing
ground.

Your heart beats like
a monster ready to
devour your life.

Yet you keep the struggle.

Weaker but deeper you plung
into the history of pain.

Sucker punched by regret,
it heals quickly.

Don’t give up yet,
you’ve just got started.

Your star is still trekking,
searching for the life you were promised.

Look closely for your
missing the bigger picture.

Be like a sun blazing across the universe burning regret
like an unwanted cigarette.

Leave behind your flawes
and mistakes, the future
needs room.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Amanda Shelton Oct 2020

Flesh and Bone

We are birthed from
flesh and bone.

We break the molds our parents built for us.

Mom and dad don’t you understand?

I’m no fool or puppet
to be controlled.

There’s no working mold,
it’s flawed and my life
is leaking from the holes.

The womd was worm and inviting, the world is
cold and fighting.

We come out surviving.

This life is demanding, grinding on flesh and bone,
until dust and ash remain.

You become dust in the wind,
a memory, a shadow of your former self.

Your memory is up to you,
what will you leave behind?

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Amanda Shelton Oct 2020

Memory

Have you ever noticed that life is a memory but the current moment?

It fades so quickly sometimes you don’t have time to hold on to it.

The only thing left from yesterday is a faint perfumed moment in your mind.

Like smoke, it slowly releases itself into the universe until it becomes smog and part of the other experiences you collected.

It fades when another comes to shove its way into the current passages of our lives.

It’s rare for someone to be able to keep it for a lifetime.

Life is but a passing moment an instant blink that lasts less than half of a second.

A dream of sorts, or a clouded sky moving upon the forces of the wind.

For me its a storm that builds it never fades, it just keeps collecting more of itself, gathering within my mind.

My mind is polluted with memories.

I am a bottomless pit of past experiences that never leave me.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Amanda Shelton Oct 2020

Muse de l’harmonie

Muse Of Harmony
______

Upon the wind
I ride the breeze,
like a cowboy
rides his horse.

I’m a free soul wondering,
my light never fades,
for I shine like a star.

I am brighter in the dark.

See me glide,
on the north winds
I fly.

The deep blue sea
is my lover,
she never forgets me.
She rises to my ovation,
her tides deep and
always rolling.

Upon the wind I came,
upon the ocean waves
I’m leaving.

Naked and true,
my life is written
upon these pages
for you.

Don’t cry for me,
rejoice instead.

My life I lived with
God on my side and
the devil lost me
before he found me.

My poetry is the blueprints
to my disteny,
I write line by line
formatting the path of
least resistance.

I tug you in with my
bleeding ink smears,
smudging my life onto
these webpages I built.

Its a rythme to my rhymes
and a mission for my life.

This is my Gothic muse,
it shines in the dark,
my poetry bleeds through
the depths of your views.

Even my shadow
comes to play,
tipping the table
spilling my chaos,
staining these pages
with my deepest sorrows
and depths of my expressions.

This became an ocean of grief,
a beautiful breeze,
a forget me not litter.

Forevermore,
my heart is free
for I set it loose
upon this stage.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton