I have gazed upon the softest petals
deeper than the night, its perfume
lingers on my mind.

Of the greenest stem and leafs of
heaven's groves, a bud like no other
in black velvet under cover,
for the others are painted red.

Ode to my black rose, it grows
in the deepest depth of my heart.

This thorn of beauty and
night is plotted in rows
to grow my poetic design.

I hope my black rose brings
you peace and comfort, and
reminds you beauty is in
the design.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Poetry reveals my true self.

Upon the pressure of my pen
I become a small galaxy of
experiences, the vastness of me
expands as far as the imagination
can stretch my existence.

Line by line, I slowly claim
as the words become a latter
helping me to design my tapestry
of poetry.

I have and will touch everything;
for we are of many strings
vibrating through the vail
of star dust.

Upon the setting sun I burst forth
inspired by the shadows and deepening darkness.
My mind takes flight with
the slowly fading light as I become
a flame that lights up the night.

The vail is lifted and I am released
upon the darkness that is my poetic
desire, and the night is my lover.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the rising of a blood red moon,
a cold chill is in the air.
I am standing in front of a large
window on the top floor of a hotel.

As I stair out into the darkness
I glance at the window and the
reflection shows a man tall
dark and pale wearing a suit
and tie with red blazing eyes
is seated on the couch.

The man looks like a flame reflecting
light from the reddish glow of the
moon as he rises and approaches
from behind, I can feel his energy.

Its a push to my senses and a shove
to my mind, telling me to run.

As I begin to panic I quickly turn
around to face him, but nothing is
there.

I turn back to face the window and
he's standing next to my reflection.
With his sapphire gaze he disappeared in a foggy red haze.

The blood red moon from my
imagination brought me a dream,
a lucid trip through the
Twilight zone.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I have sacrificed for sanity,
I have rode the chemical imbalance
that is depression,
I have claimed the highest
mountains of my personal struggles,
I have swam the deepest oceans
of my imagination.

Still I move, I keep fighting
claiming and swimming.

My struggles are only as deep as
I can imagine, my imagination
is like a blackhole sometimes.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I am like a cloud floating
in the sky, above me is the
vastness of space and possibilities.

The stars travel amongst the
darkness leaving behind their
dusty vails, they are married
to the Seas of galaxies birthing
ideas that burst forth from my
imagination.

Like a ghost a lingering
sent of passion slowly releases
from the depths of my heart.

The darkness is temporarily
lit by the burst of energy
from my release.

That like a caged bird,
I crave freedom, I yurn
for the touch of wind between
my skin and the environment.

The rush of excitement in my
veins and the exhale of air
in my lungs is accelerating
and refreshing.

I become a small galaxy of experiences,
the vastness of me expands as far
as the imagination can stretch
my existence, I have and will
touch everything;
for we are of many strings
vibrating through the vail of
star dust.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

It's not clever to lie steal
and cheat, being honest is
clever and brave.

Honesty will set you free.

Lies will chain you to its content
attention to detail, driving you
mad until the truth reveals itself
because walls of lies have no
foundation.

A house made from cards
falls from a slight breeze.

A house made from bricks
stands against years of
weathering.

Lies is a house of cards,
it crumbles under pressure
from the truth.

Truth is a house of bricks,
it withstands the testament
of time.

@ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Oded to pizza, my crusty friend
with garlic and cheese.

Pizza wishes, the cheesey
crust with tomato sauce
and basil.

Dancing pies cooking in bricked
ovens in the sky, dough slowly
rises melting mozzarella *****
under a cheesey fullmoon over Italy,
cooking upon the heated bricks
of my baked imagination.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton