Dream I live,
life I dream,
visions of me
like a shadow
of my former self.

I can fly but only
in my mind, its a
metaphor for survival
I will rise above the
struggle.

To dream is to live,
to live is to dream
about the possibilities.

My matrix is poetry
waking up to a cool
breeze of words floating
above my head, slowly
line by line the words
begin to design the tapestry.

My reality is ink smears,
stains of poems are
scattered about my life.

One line is blue,
second line is red
third is green,
fourth is black.

Poetry is the color of
my life, a poetic matrix
streaming from my mind.

This is the poetic matrix,
blue or red pill?

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I heard the angles calling,
I drowned the voices in a
slurry of precaution and shame.

No more worries, the doctor's
got the cure just drink it
up there's no hurry.

I suffered for their treatments
and child abuse.

Still, the shadows danced
across the wall my mind was
drunk off anxiety and
depression.

My dreams were reality but my
waking hours were all a dream.

Delusions and fantasy all
the same, until the fog lifted
me from the dream.

A little birdie brought me
clear skies and a deep simulator
that opened my eyes.

Now I live in the light,
six wire's are planted inside
my brain sending signals so
I can control my twitching
and contorted frame.

I am a bionic woman, living
no dream just reality.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Love use to be my friend,
it use to hold me kiss me,
and it kept me safe.

One day it changed, love bit
me, it beat my heart until
it was bruised and ******.

It put me in danger,
it stole from me and
lied to me.

Love, loved me until I was
wounded and scared.

Love, loved me until I was
lonely.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

The fabric of my life,
soft and cruel.

Some say I’m easy on the eyes
softness is in my voice,
my smile welcome’s you into
my life.

I have touched the souls
of many, I have adventured
within others reality to
bring them back to the real
world.

I am like a tender fire,
burning slowly with comfort
setting within my warmth.

I am comfort in the dark,
a reminder of the possibilities,
a breath after choking,
a bandaid for your wound’s.

I am here when you are lonely,
I am here when you are lost
in the hostile environment
of reality.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Ode to loss, death, and decay
grief is never far away.

It walks with my shadow,
in between my steps upon
the paths of my journey
grief follows.

To say goodbye forever
is the hardest part,
to feel the pain of
loss and the empty space
it causes is a deep wound.

Grief is a chasma in the
heart, it bleeds and acks
for awhile.

The ack doesn't stop but
it becomes bearable
over time.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

The buildings are rotten
and decayed, you left
my heart in ruins.

The pain settled amongst the
dusty plains, roads lead to
nowhere in a desert of acking
heartbeats and suffocating
thorn's.

Love, you left me for the
blood of your enemies,
addiction and pain runs
through your vains.

Like the whiskey and wine
you drank, you choked me
with your chains of
cigarettes and shame.

In memory of my heart,
I place this poem as
a reminder you are ruin
not my pain.

No love but ruin...
Time heals what damage
you bring. These ruin's
are the new foundation
for my strength and growth.

Watch me bloom amongst the
ruins of my heart.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the strings love plays
a song.

Upon lips love placed
a kiss, with gentle
touches and soft caresses.

The heart swoons upon the
rising of the moon, as
clouds part revealing two
beating hearts.

Love made the heart skip
a beat.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton