Agile and sleek,
lurking in the deep.

Eyes of rarest gem's
shine in the dark of night.

Black and slim
scratch and sniff,
bathing in the sunbeams
of mornings wake.

Black lady undercover,
luxurious coat like
black velvet and the
softest fur.

Living in the window
seeking comfort with
glaring beauty, and green
eyes like emeralds shine.

My neighbors black cat
she's a beauty and a luxurious
display of expansive coat's
and gem's greener than the
oceans edge.

Those who speak with forked
tongue’s speak no truth.

They become tongue tied and
sharp as knifes.

They weaponize their beliefs
with sword like words, claiming
lies to be truth but truth
to be lies.

They twist reality and bend
the truth so their false beliefs
can rule.

That like rotting flesh their
lies attract flies, it stinks
of betrayal and treason.

It is polluted with rotted promises
and ghostly wars we’ve fought before.

The cowards crawl on their belly’s
like serpents at the feet of the
wolf.

He who is a wolf in sheep’s skin
dresses like a dog but bark’s up
the wrong tree.

He’s the father of all lies,
as the people open wide to
devour his bent bones grinding
on his knifes like rabid dogs;
they choke the innocent and
pollute the minds of our youth.

Damning our future as they burn
their bridges. Nothing but ruins
lay ahead. You can hear the wolf’s
howling upon the wasteland they
left behind.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Did you know that
the touch of your hand
moved me?

We shared a breath
and a root grew between us,
it hydrated and fed our
relationship.

Our bond was supposed to
strengthen but you tugged
on its weakness until it broke.

You played me a fool,
a full deck of wild cards
no joker's but you because
you scammed the table.

A fool I was, a drowning victim,
a mockery for your entertainment.

I fell hard over your hills,
under the Sea into your blue
tides of loneliness and depression.

I saw the storm in your eyes,
blue silvery sky's turning gray.

Seven years you took me for a
ride, with your lies and constant
shoveling of accusations and
narcissistic nagging.

Never happy, complained but
never worked on changing it.
You became maddening and
insane.

Dragging me under, like a piece of
driftwood unwanted and beaten
by your weathering abuse.

Now that I am free, I am working
on my boat and cutting the dead
roots you left behind.

This is what a shameful pile of
bones looks like.

He built a pile of ashes and
allowed overgrown weeds to
choke our relationship.

It lays dead amongst the autumn
leaves.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I had a lucid dream last night.

I dreamt I was a star,
I dropped upon the earth
scattered into millions
of pieces.

From my shattered pieces
I soaked into the dirt
and from my tears of sorrow
I birthed a black rose.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I gazed upon its beauty,
like a star gazer watching
the night sky. I dripped upon
the earth soaking deep into its girth.
What once was barren is now
pregnant and fertil.

I wounded amongst the meadows,
laid between the roots and
melted into the black that is
velvet and deep.

I shed my sorrows to hydrate
its wormy bed.

With my tears I birthed the
blackest rose, its roots grow
where my soul weeps.

As I became overgrown and
that like stone my fountain
flows.

I wonder should I paint my
black rose red or leave it
as it grows, just like Alice
painted the white roses red?

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Us poet's collide with the shore,
with our expression and
drawn out breathes.

It's like the birth of a star
but it's too dimly lit at first.

Until the galaxy gets ahold of our word's.

It pulls and tugs on our poetic tongue's forcing explosive expression to burst forth, and here we are.

In my emotional womb is where
you were birthed.

You are trapped inside my
scared heart, in twined in
its scar tissue.

You tug on my heart sting's,
with your furry paws and
sharp little claws.

You're purs are divine
and purrfectly defined,
exactly what the doctor ordered.

You cuddle in my heart chamber
warm and soft, leaving your
hairballs like an expensive coat.

You linger on my clothes
furniture and blinds, you
use the litter box like you're
swimming at the beach.

At times you are smarter than
a two year old child
but don't care about a thing,
except for love and cuddles.

Don't forget about the food!

My morning toe nibbles and
rubbing against my legs.

You have a special meow,
that melts my heart away.

Half pur and trill multiple times
saying I love you one slow blink
at a time.

Ginger Beans is my favorite flavor.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton