No compromising, I am
bearing the pain.

The pressures crushing me,
slowly contorting reality
into a lucide dream of
misty minds melting into
burning piles of sore muscles.

I am twitching, cramping,
infections know me well.

I am the nightmare that reminds
you walking, talking, and breathing
should be easy but I am holding
you down.

Pain burning, deeply now,
slowly the fog devours everything.

My mind is a valley full of
infections and shadows
from my passed struggles
with dystonia.

In disrepair, every gear
I try to turn, every string
I try to pull gets me nowhere.

This marionette of broken
porcelaine, and burnt painful flesh
stretches to its limitations until
I pop, oops! all the black glitter
falls out.

My heart is strong,
my mind is loose,
my muscles are neither
but I am accepting this
suit.

I hold the power, self reflecting
keeps me grounded.

Lord don’t drop me now.

I’ve gotten so far, I forgot
about the sacrifice because
of this broken device.

Once its fixed my life persists.

Dystonia!

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

You won't get anywhere if
you want likes and following.

If you don't enjoy your writing
you need to take a break.

Writing isn't about likes,
its about enjoying the process.

A great writer knows how to write
from practice and passion.

Its not just pen and paper,
its a practice of patience
and skill.

It can become a drive that
is like a volcano.

The more you write and share,
more likely others will follow.

Don't give up! Just keep writing.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Me: Don’t you come any closer!

I am warning you!

Please don’t come over, please.

I am trying, I am calm.

Don’t come back please!

I don’t like you.

Your horrible.

I hate you, your a monster.

Why are you here?

How do I stop you?

Go away!

Ouch! I am crying and oozing.
I want to bang my head into
the wall. I can’t set still.

It hurts so bad.

Cluster headache: Hahaha! Geer!
I bite you and stabe you in the eye.

You can’t stop me!!!

I will be back, you won’t see me coming.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Expression, creativity, words,
artful, sentences formatted carefree.

Poetry can be a unique experience, its a form
of expression like art.

It is what the writer
wants it to be.

A simple definition,
poetry is a form of
writing. It’s an easy
concept that people
have over dramatized.

My own is free formed,
with freshly baked
ingredients.

My list of poetic ingredients

1. Imagine the story.
2. Think quickly.
3.Use simple words and build up to larger complex sentences. Until I reach a ******.
4. Be a rapper spit lyrics like a dragon spits fire.
5. Don’t over think about it.
6. Write.

"Be free in your mind
and the poet will fly."

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

I can smell the heat
raising from the stone
above, the earth is warm
but cold underneath the
slab I lay, no breath I
release.

I’m cold beneath the
girth of the grave.

So cold am I, choking on
the dirt, every night
I awaken to the living,
drinking from their
fountain of forever dead
but still I am digging.

Deeply burdened by the
acid sun, bites my skin
burns my being deep within.

Ash and bone, I’m
grinding the stone.

Dripping, bleeding,
tasting the heat like
a thirsty monster licking
its teeth.

Hunger lives in between
my teeth, grinning wide
with eyes like Sapphire
gem’s.

Lips as pale as my skin,
as ivry porcelain.

Salvation comes on the
beams of sunlight
streaming from above.

So close I am,
yearning for the
taste of blood.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Imagine chewing a large piece of gum,
now after the first 25 chew’s
spit that out.

Now imagine yourself being
small enough to swim in a
glass of water, now place
your tiny self into the gum.

Try to run! Come on, run!
You can’t.

Then you try to move but
the gum is pulling your
body back into itself.

You build muscle and you find
away to move but you’re still
stuck.

You find out you can break parts
of the gum but you have to move
quickly.

From there you learned to
flop yourself against the walls
you can wait there for assistance,
like a fly in a spider web.

Now you understand how
I feel.

Also, I feel like a
beached whale, or an
overstuffed panda bear.

Let’s do the MizzTwitch shall we?
Wahwahwah! Twitch, twitch, twitch!
Yeah buddy! ~~~~~~~√

© 2021 By Amanda Shelton

From the gaping wounds I escape,
from its painful thrubs I leap,
relief is found in formatted sentences
and bleeding ink I smudged upon these pages.

For you to leave this page empty and
confused is to know I failed
to write a good poem.

It takes a master to draw you
in, it takes skills to paint
with words like an artist
paints with brushes.

Years of research and experience,
builds a masterful piece of work
and expressions.

Time dosen’t heal alone,
it needs help along the way.

Line by line,
slowly I build my rhyme,
it grows like a flower slowly
blooming into a beautiful tapestry;
complex and designed by a poetic
mind.

My threads are heavy, easy to read
and to imagine my story.

The simplest words and softest lines,
can build a tapestry so beautiul it
burns in your mind for a long time.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton