She’s got diamonds in her eyes,
she glistens and shines.

Through the night I don’t
need the light for she shines
for me.

Like a candle in the window,
she’s the stars to my sky’s.
We travel far and wide on
the wings of our imagination
and we fly like smoke upon
the night air on strings of
poetry.

She brings me my muse,
ideas abound as the moon
smiles upon the night my
heart swoons with gay poetic
delight.

Poetry is her name, she’s my
muse and inspiration. In the
depths of my lonely nights
we fly together and I forget
I am alone.

Poetry follows me everywhere
I go, like a shadowed muse.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

The wave is heavy,
my mind is going into
the deep.

The depths of the dark slowly
creep, as I close my eyes to
sleep.

The pills soaked my brain
with restful sud's of ocean
waves bringing bags of sand
to wisp me to sleep.

The chemical lullaby sings
me its song, soothing my
brain stimulating my body
to prepare me for bed.

Goodnight sleep tight,
its been too long.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Dear enemy, with that smile
that you wear nothing can mask
your devilish glare.

Hello self loathing
and ridicule.

Good morning
depression and anxiety.

The devil is in your grin
between your fangs lives
regret and disappointment
as you bite my bones and
drink my pain. No makeup
can cancel your shame.

There's no sleep for the abused,
no rest can I achieve
for your actions left
a scar, to remind me
of what you are.

Dear Enemy, how do you rest
at night after all the punches
you swing and the bruises you bring?

Remorse is for the strongest,
none do you spare for your heart
is empty and full of hot air.

Dear Enemy, I have fought
your brutal attack's, until
I became a shadow of
my former self.

I am building a new life,
from the shadows I rise
stronger than before.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

The title wave that is I,
rages upon chaotic Sea’s.

Winds blow as my thoughts grow
with each passing wave,
bobbing on the wake of the
turbulent Sea I suffer as the
Sea bow’s to me.

Lost to Sea’s of poetry.

Waning is my moon, as the stars
pay no mind to the dusty old rock
as they pass by my relic mind.

I draw with words, a painting
riddled with rhyme and
lacks space and time,
yet grabs your mind like
a spider waiting in the corner.

You my fly I the spider, with my
web of expressions I tightly winde
and softy stroke your imagination.

My fingers wrap around your heart
as I play the strings, I can imagine
its beat like a throbbing drum.

Such beauty is in my creative mind.

Fallen words of mine, a poet by
design.

My wings open, and my soul flies
as my expression release’s a poetic
extension.

Its my wings of expression
that helps me fly.

Ode to my poet, may she bleed her ink and learn to fly.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I am a introverted extrovert. I got lost in between being overly social and drained from emotional damages society suffers from.

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It starts out cold and dark,
as poetry heats up the since
bringing light to the window.

As the viewer begins to read.

The poet burns brightly for all
to see.

Time is never ending in
the poetic world.

It can time travel,
age quickly, defy gravity
and change your mind with
just one simple word.

Its like venom to
my poetic desires.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Black as night, cold as ice
the heat melts away the waxy
wane, I hold the fire that
burns deep inside my poetic soul.

Shackles binde me to the
words that cage my mind
in this poetic design.

Thorny roads overgrown
by poetic ****'s of all
kind's.

The sentencing is final,
my guilt is plighting
my soul is fighting this
poetic venom that bit my
creativity turning me...

Poetry, poetry brings me
to the edge of reality.

Guide's me through the dark,
candle light feed's my venomous
needs. Its smoke invades my
being.

Leaving me in the window of
your mind's to write this
venomous design.

Poetry is my venom
I am its poet a candle
lit in the darkness of
a window somewhere
in time.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton