Throttled through time on the
tip of a whip I am hurdled
into existence.

In a flash of lightning and
sound that vibrated the strings
of reality I became an echo.

In darkness I am the breath of
light that brings you to life.

In light I am the void that
devours all thing’s.

I am also a seed ready to be
hydrated and fed so I can become
a blooming beauty.

The idea of me is purpose.

To be!

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

My heart like porcelain,
break's fragile and bruised
in between your fingers
as you tightened your grip.

It got tighter each passing year,
one,
two,
three,
four,
five,
six,
seven.

The pieces lay before you,
all you did was watch.

As my heart spilt its blood
and suffering soaking
the floor.

The stain is still
and unchangeable,
seems monstrously eternal.

The depression is deep,
deeper still is the blood
I sacrificed and it is left
pulsating with pain and
unfading memories
of you.

The anxiety you caused
is the worst part.

Waking to your shadow,
hovering over me laughing
and playing games with my
life.

The damages you caused are
long lasting.

I have a choice, to be a victim
or to survive without you.

You are abuse, you are ruin,
you are a broken memory always
running away with my heart.

You taught me how to be afraid,
how to guard my heart and life.

I shouldn't have to protect myself from love,
oh no love is supposed to be
free acceptance and long lasting.

You definitely are long lasting,
you are bruises on my life,
gray eyes that once were blue
oceans of longing on deep nights
of kisses and soft caress.

Now, you're kisses turned to
ashes upon my tongue,
you are only a distant memory
of healing wounds.

A scar!

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

I am good at catching
possibilities in my dreams.

As reality slip's from the edge
I feel the dip before falling
over the waterfall of reality.

This is where I leave my body
and I become a winged shadow
of myself.

I wade for a moment before
I take the dive, tipping
just enough to feel my soul
take flight.

Up and lifted, I spread
my dream wings and
sore.

I swim in an ocean of possibilities,
swimming in-between the
stars and supernovas.

My tail flares out behind me,
bursting with energy I zoom.

I am a dream weaver, like a spider
I weave my web of possibilities
where I catch wishes alongside
my imagination.

Dream weaver, weaving possibilities.

I am weaving reality
to catch wishes for the future.

Dream on weaver, for you are
the possibilities.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Once upon a time I was happy,
wishful and strong.

But you came walking in on
a heart string, vibrating
reality until I got dizzy.

I started to fall,
my walls weakened
and crumbled underneath
your crushing waves.

The vision of you became
a monstrous view.

I began panicking trying to
run away from you.

The constant nagging and
emotional abuse beat me
until I was a bruised
damaged muse.

My fire started to fade,
you stole my kindling
and claimed it as yours,
you choked my flames.

All that remains is ruble
and ashes, the ruins from
passed failed attempts to
save our relationship.

You failed it all,
for cigarettes
and a quick fix.

You're not the sharpest tool
in my shed, you're weak and
rusted nothing can clean your
crusted heart.

It fell apart before you
came knocking on my door.

You are a faded memory of what
we could have been.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I want to shed my leafs
like a tree in autumn
so in spring I can renew
my life and move forward.

I want to shed the tears
and all the damaged years
you left behind.

I want to be free from your
in caged memories you left
inside my dreams and waking
mind. So I can enjoy my sailing
ship's and windows felled with
candles and waining dreams
that dream of me as I set
like the sun releasing beams
of poetry as the seasons change.

I fade into orange, yellow
and white until I am black
sky's sprinkled with stars.

I want to be free from your
anxiety and depression.

Release me from your *******
so I can be the person I am
meant to be.

Set me free into the Gothic realms
of my poetic life. Where I thrive
upon creativity.

©️ By Amanda Shelton

My Gothic heart bleeds for you,
it bleeds poetry.

It's pooling on this digital platform,
at its base I lay.

Thorne's in cage my heart
with roots growing from its
depths my rose wilted
awhile ago.

My ghost remains.

A perfume of poetic expressions,
disaster's and clashers in my life.

I suffer and I rise,
I fall and I crawl,
I am bruised but not beaten.

My Gothic heart bleeds for you,
it bleeds poetry.

The darkening came it tried to claim
my worth with its claws of shame,
it left me with open wounds and
anxiety.

I kept crawling through the dark,
until I can see a bit of light.

It is blurry and not so bright,
it seems the dark stretches far
beyond the horizon with streams
of light shining through.

My Gothic heart bleeds for you,
it bleeds poetry.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Wrap me up in your warm embrace
like a rose not yet blooming,
you're heat radiates from my depths
its perfume lingers on my dreams.

Like a soft calm breeze
winter kissed my cheeks
cooling my fire.

I buckled at the knees,
falling deeply into the
depths of me. Fighting fear
and anxiety trapped there
always falling.

Alice! Don't forget about me,
my arms reach from the depths
as if I am but a dream I dreamt.

I am like ashes to the wind,
in my mind I once dug deep
amongst the charred ruins
of my heart.

There lives my ghost,
a former self that lost
its esteem amongst the
remains of myself.

Here lies me once a bright
and brilliant star, now
a blackened thing crisp
and burnt.

Help me!

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton