It is dark in my favorite dream,
where it's cold and rainy but
comfortable just for me.

Though there was once,
a shadow followed me.

It creeped upon my sleeping mind
like a vail sweeping across
my vision.

It tried to devour me
but my lucid mind was aware
and I ran and found safety.

I became a fellow shadow to
free myself from the shadow
beast, it became something
more than just a shadow,
it was a friend.

I faced my fear and learned how
to fly, with my shadow friend by
my side.

I learned that the brightest star
only shines brightest at night
and the dark is mysterious and
beautiful.

It's my mind that turns
ugly into ugly and shadows
into monsters.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I dreamed I was slow dancing with
myself under a pale moonlight,
as you're shadow watches in the
corner.

Shivers shimmied down my back
as I realized you were watching
my back.

I had to lose you to love myself,
I had to let your memory go
into the passed where you
came from.

I tried surfing your waves but
you kept crashing into me with
no remorse or concerns for
my life.

I was drowning in your depths,
lost my sanity and self worth.

While you lied and accused me,
you left me in the dust choking
on your pollution.

Love, you forgot about me,
you neglected to love me,
you never cared about my
fragile heart.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Sometimes I write to exhale,
sometimes I write to release the deep grunge that cultivates
within my Gothic mind.

I am like a black Rose,
my darkest night's are when
I bloom in my personal gloom.

Upon the ink I scratch across the page comes stitches of poetry;
sowing what I reap,
growing what I think.

With patchwork of poetry,
I slowly weave my tapestry
of words.

Sometimes I write to free my
expression, its like a caged bird
begging to be released.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Am I getting old?

Hear my poet and watch me show it.

I cough instead of scream
because I have asthma.

I wake up with a twitch in my back
and a creak in my knees.

I'm drowning in my womanhood
and forgotten dreams.

I am 41 ready for my 50's.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

You fell out of my life like
a falling star, at first you
fell hard crashing into my heart.

You left me with a broken heart,
drowning in my sorrow drifting
on a Sea of tears.

Your heart is so shallow,
I hit bottom before I could
safe myself from your hollow.

Your emptiness devoured my love,
your black heart swallowed it
like it was nothing.

You're a pitiful shadow, a theft
in the night, a deviant blister
sore and raw.

Such a deviant fellow, I thought
you loved me.

Only to find you wanted to steal
what is mine.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Do you dare to love a broken heart?

Love me but love me not if
you want to change who and
what I am.

For happiness is in the here
and now, to accept me for me
and you for you.

That's true love.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

The obituary of my heart.
Rest in pieces, my broken heart.

Burning hearts ignite with desire,
unspoken words are left on their
lips.

Unforgettable but forgotten
by time, for all things parish.

The rose’s withered, the wine
dried, and the passion cooled
with passing time.

My heart shattered, scared
and bruised, beat and neglected,
he never knew how to love me.
He’s incapable.

He fooled me with lies
and conspiracies,
victimizing himself to
victimize me.

He’s guilty of abuse and drug use.

I am guilty of loving and trusting him.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton