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Amanda Shelton Dec 2020
Like a frozen teardrop
I became water in your
touch and the warmth of
your kiss followed me
through the winter nights.

That was but a wish.

I remember this like it’s
a whisper left on my pillow.

The shadow of your memory
fades away upon the breeze.

Its over now,
it must have been a dream,
a long forgotten wish
that never got to breathe
for you took it back and choked it.

With your lying lips
and cold hearted burn
you killed the passion
with one word. Love!
It hurts sometimes.

©️ 2020 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Dec 2020
T’is a night of moonlit
dreams, a song of sorrow
the shadows sang.

Wolves vent their howls,
The star’s began to stir
and fade into the slow
rising beam’s of light.

Night shrouds the earth
in foggy clouds, a cold
chill settles still.

The inky black sky cascades over tragic hills, and
the night full of mysteries waiting to be discovered
slowly fades with the rising
of the sun.

Now a night of dreaming, I weep for I am awakening.

©️ 2020 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Dec 2020
Whilst wandering your dark
and tormented way you came
to my darkened doorway, and
I greeted you with a warmth
and loving light.

Upon these pages I write,
an expression away to
share my life.

I bring oceans and dreams
to life with my poetic
devices and digital pen.

Each line is formatted and
designed with you in mind.

I have a gloomy disposition
but a beautiful valley of
blooming flowers and a star
lit sky to light your way.

I am like a unicorn amongst
horses, my unique views draw you in.

My little heart beats like
a poetic drum.

I bleed poetic ink, leaving
my smudges upon your screen.

©️ 2020 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Nov 2020
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
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
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
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
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