Walking amongst the distant shadows,
feeling like I am drifting away
the fog is stealing my passion.

Like smoke from a candles flame
I linger on the edge of reality,
I learned years ago, a poet without
a pen is a drowning fool flooded
by unused ideas.

My passion bursts forth from
the deepest depths igniting
the fire of poetic desire.

My ink is that like fire,
it burns from within my skin
and bones, it acks to be free
from my heart that is its cage.

Such passion is pain, a long walk
with suffering and depression.

I built my roads on this digital
ground, and built my bridges with
poetic passion.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

A narcissist is a dummy bear on crack. They have gummies for brains.

Viewing the world with mooching eyes, flirting with greed and gluttony, playing games with the devil.

The narcissist is no friend
of the family.

They are crude and thick with pollution and toxic waste.

The Narcissist brings nothing but
suffering and pain.

If you bump into a narcissist
in the wild, run and don't
look back.

A narcissist wants attention and
they don't like bold and brave people.

They chose victims by kindness,
reputation and intelligence.

The smarter and more popular you
are the more likely a narcissist
will strike at you.

You have to be smarter than they,
set boundaries and strict rules.

Don't allow anyone to break your
security or your self esteem.

A narcissists biggest flaw is ego,
strike them in the ego ***** and
watch them turn blue and fall.

Find their weakness in their
gaslighting, use it to fight back.

They blame everyone but themselves for their actions.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Shadows linger between the horizon
of my mind and the lucid dreams
I relive every night.

In my waking dreams lives
an idea of who I am.

Like flowers growing on an
eternal vine, the dreams
cultivate and blossom in
my mind.

I become the shadows I dream about,
amongst the blooming flowers I walk.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

You fell asleep and woke in this
lucid dream of haunted memories.

Are you a visitor or the ghost?

The night is cold and pitch black,
a heavy feeling lingers in the air.

In the corner of your eye
you see shadows moving and
a mist forms.

Goosebumps tickle your skin,
the hair on the back of
your neck stand's up.

A chill caresses your body
but the wind is still and
quiet inside the house.

You are alarmed by the sound
of footsteps echoing through
the room because no one is there.

Your breathing is laboured and
your heartbeat is pounding
in your head.

Fear is your shadow as you walk
through the hall's.

You can't find anyone here,
nothing but echos from the passed
live here. A forgotten dream.

The windows are bare and darkness
is beyond the glass. Not even
the star's are visible or
the moon.

The walls are decayed,
black mold is growing
on the ceiling and the
wallpaper is crumbling
and peeling away.

You reach a kitchen where
water damage soaks the floor,
yellow and brown fluid soozes
from the wooden beams around the
entrance and rotting floorboards
curl up into uneven hills,
slivers of wood are protruding.

You move forward to the living room,
the fireplace is blacked with sut
it smells like burnt wood.

You can tell a fire had escaped
at one point and burnt everything
in the room.

The windows once held curtains
but now they are piles of ash
on the floor.

This place once was alive but
now it's a ghost.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the morning beams of light
glistened due drops on top the leafs.

The morning greeted the trees
with her seasonal embrace.

As the breeze began to blow,
the air woke and gently rose
as a leaf on a lonely branch
began to wave and the breeze
set it free.

The leaf flew up and around,
swooping and diving as the wind
carried it off to distant places.

It traveled across the roads
barely missing car’s and people
passing by.

Dancing between bike wheels
and rolling across the grassy
park.

The leaf danced with gay delight
free from branches and crowded
plot’s, imagine the possibilities.

As the night slowly creeped
its shadows lengthened and
crawled across the ground devouring the light with its
claw like void.

The leaf landed on the ground
underneath the same tree that
birthed it’s brothers and sisters.

It slowly crisped turning
yellow then brown.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

While the narcissist drinks
from the river, fear shadows.

None dare to approach, shivers
come in waves down your spine
as you hear them sipping on the
river like wine.

Drunk on power and need to control,
the narcissist knows no sense of
knowledge and self-consciousness.

They are too busy sipping
from the pools of sin and
the blood from their victims.

While they indulge in their
abuse they grin wide and grind
their teeth against your soul.

Beware of the narcissist in the wild.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Cruel like fire but cold like ice,
your love burnt and froze
the memory of us.

Fire rose amongst the ruins of
my heart, the ashes scattered
across the land as winter came
bringing snow and your cold embrace.

Tightly you choked me,
your cold hands gripping
my heart like the monster
you are.

Heartless and cruel
you tried to drag me under
with you but I rose above the
ruins, I am rebirthed from the
ashes of my heart.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton