I see fire but make it metal
violently it rears rolling over
the land, moving mountains
and stone, river's and gulleys.

Lover's colliding.

The winds are blowing
the water is towing,
the ship is rowing
under the storm.

Two lover's colliding one
is frozen the other is hot,
together they bring clouds
and rain over quiet seas with
their thunderous kisses and
passionate embrace the storm
beats like two hearts in a dance.

They are lover's of the weathered sea.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Condemned to the long
endless night, in the shadows
it stolks with such a fright.

Like a spider it waits in
the corner, with a web of
desire it captures your
dreams of passion and ends
with screams.

Dripping slowly into the
endless night, your blood
is theirs for eternity.

Blackened soul, skin and bone,
blood and breath, its gone cold.

Like a statue the vampire seems,
with its cold and white lifeless
corpse it doesn't move until hunger rises from its darkest depths.

From the cold earth it came,
lurking amongst the shadows
and nightmares to drink from
the living. Vampire!

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

It started with your smile,
slowly it grew into love.

My clouds parted for you,
the fog lifted for a view,
the sun beamed brighter than
before, the blue sky was bluer
too, it caught your blue eyes
like an ocean surprise.

Sadly, a storm blew in,
it devoured my heart, it
broke the ties that bind
us.

The blue turned gray and
black, the ocean dried up
leaving my heart broken
and cracked.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

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