Petty things are a waste of time.

I don't waste my life on petty things.

I've been criticized three times on this website, for
small errors.

I am using a cell phone and spell check is horrible. It's not my fault if I have small errors.

If you don't like it you can unfollow me and leave.

I don't need grammar ****'s up inside my creative space, no one does.

Poetry is supposed to be a free flow of expression not criticized and damaged.

There's many different forms of writing because it's an art form of free expression.

I am proud of myself because I have to work harder than the average person to write like I do. I was born silent and communication is hard for me to do because I am autistic.

If you are going to waste your life on such pettiness you should rethink your destination. No one wants to be around a troll or a pushy Bee trying to sting everyone because they are uncomfortable with being imperfect.

We are living in a time of technology and science, it is
partly our responsibility to keep poetry growing.

We should be trying to renovate and preserve
the medium not attack it
by criticizing the creators.

Why waste time on worrying if we are using ,;'. the way everyone else does?

Why not use the imperfect structure as a character experience instead?

Language is diverse in many ways, it's not set in stone.

That's why we add to the dictionary building upon the mother's tongue.

It brings better format's and opportunity to grow our skills.

If you are going to leave comments in my posts to correct me, I will block you.

Unless I spelt something that is cursing and fawl don't say anything please. It's not my fault spell check is buggy.

People need to think before responding.

Be kind to each other.

Rising slowly below the sun,
the heat burns me but still
I run.

My heart is beating loudly
to the drums, life is crazy
we all are on the run.

Working to ash and bone,
grinding flesh and burning
slow.

Work like thefts we’ve got
to reap what we sew or
die on the hamsters wheel
we all are forced to run.

Drinking sweat and blood,
losing sanity to the flood.

Humanity is digging fast,
not fast enough to get through
the mud, the drought is faster
its ******* up all the revenue.

Run bunny run, the hole is
closing fast, you better hurry
before the sun devours everyone.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

My tear’s burn and sting,
raining down my checks.

Pain stains my skin with
scars of suffering.

I was given broken strings
and weak foundations, I have
built a stronger plot firmly
securing my roots and strengthening
my foundations.

Working with what I’ve got.
It’s easier working with
shorter threads and soft
dirt. My seeds are free
to grow as they please.

I have crawled myself out
of the hole, I have a chair
waiting for me.
It’s important
to have a safe spot.

I don’t love my things,
relationships are more
important than greed.

I’ve got many struggles
but many strengths to
hold me up and keep me
clean after I fall.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the beams of moonlight
I floated down to you.

I found you on the shore
of my dreams, there
I planted my wishes.

I lost you along the way
to the beaches of my dreams.

I floated alone, amongst the
star’s orbiting the moon of
possibilities.

Love, you forgot me.

You pushed me to the shore,
damaging the possibilities
you promised me.

I was forced to watch you
leave, from the island of
broken dreams.

I am still hopeful,
someday you will come
back to join me.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

On a cold dark road
there was a shimmer
in the distance, like
a ocean chillen in the night
the reflection was clear
and blue.

A cool breeze is blowing
over the hills, as the stars
wink and gaze upon the dark
haze.

You think to yourself,
this must be a dream.

Then a lite music slowly begins
to play, the sound is drawing
you closer to the edge of the
water.

A mist starts to gather,
a fog is coming in, the
cool wind kisses your skin.
Chills run down your spine,
goosebumps rise and you shiver
from its icy touch.

The song dances in your mind,
it pokes and pinches your
brain with stimulation from its
heavy sounds of water swooshing
about.

You feel like an ocean of
waves, lisping up and down.

Your mind is drifting upon
a dreamers raft, drifting
deeper into the fog and wind.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Deep within my heart
lives love, there it is
cultivated and fed.

But my love is restless,
it is rooted in unstable
ground.

My foundation is neglected
by loves lacking embrace,
its touch hurts, brings
pain and scars.

My heart once had a dream
of being held and supported,
by a bond between two souls searching for love.

I was rudely awakened by
pain and heart break.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Blue’s stained my mind
with its shady rolls of
ocean waves, tears flood
the shores of my dreams
as emotion’s move deeper
still fooling my vision
of calming tides.

I lost my mind alone the
road to the hole I dug
to bury my pain.

My heart overflows with
fog rain and wind, causing
a storm to beat at the bones
of my ribcage, leaving me
sore.

Sadness tripped me
before I could run.

I pull the strings of my life,
I draw the lines too, like a master
of my own design I created the
possibilities to survive.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton