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Amanda Shelton Jul 2023
This is inspired by an odd
lucid dream I had.

I woke standing in a boat
floating on a dark ocean
of reflecting stars.

Both top and bottom
of my mind was sprinkled
with stars.

I could see my beating heart
in the black waters as I gazed
upon the surface.

It was bleeding and stitches
were coming loose from
the side of my heart.

I reached out to grab it
so I could fix the stitches.

As I was fixing it
I realized I was dreaming
and I started to wake.

As I woke I could hear
the beating of my heart
slowly fade.

Boom, boom, boom!
Good morning.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Jul 2023
All possibilities are slowly waning, time begins fading, dreams collide with fallen memories.

My dreams are fighting reality,
like a ghost it passes by as I
keep walking watching myself
standing on the side.

Like smoke I see myself standing on the side,
I watch but I keep walking.

Life doesn’t stop, it keeps going
like smoke we all become memories to the possibilities.

I keep watching as my ghost keeps waning, am I dreaming?

Fading memories sink to
the bottom of the lake
where dreams come to die,
and life burns on the surface.

Mirrored dreams are like stars reflecting on the oceans dark nights when nothing but
sparkling memories shine upon my dreaming mind.

I am floating deeper into
the tapestry of my open heart
as its threads begin to unravel.

Waning memories come here to
dream, for I am a dreamer
and a weaver of possibilities.

Dream on weaver, your threads
are unraveling releasing
the possibilities.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Jul 2023
Upon a passing phrase,
my life is like a poem it lies
line by line at my feet someday
it will bury me deep in the grave.

The moment I took my first
breath of air lifes been following me in the shadows
of possibilities.

My dreams mean nothing
unless I believe in **** mockery.
My choices are dusty paths
laid down before me as I walk
through the trees of experience,
ghosts of my past selves are
seen with shovels on the sides
of my journey digging for
the future.

My mind is a whisper of images,
flashing across my minds screen
is a paused memory.

Pain and suffering are
my companions, grief and
wisdom keep reminding me
keep moving.

So slow, so dim, so low,
but oh so lovely here I go...

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Jul 2023
Like a bird I once took flight,
the sky was my line and the
lyrics of my life blew me to
the breeze.

I sang free and loud,
I breathe for poetry.

I sank into the lyrics of my flight, my feathers fell soft and light as I am lifted high words like a latter rising to
the heavens I climb.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Jul 2023
I am a pile of cruchy memories,
a constant season of autumn
with fallen leafs golden and
crisp, shimmering like stars
falling in between the streams
of heavenly light, becoming
mulch for the trees.

I am in the middle of change,
transformation and growing
my wings.

I am like a butterfly.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Jul 2023
Sometimes creativity is
a drowning victim
gasping for breath.

In the end a work of art is created from a life lived
on the edge of life and death.

Paint and ink is my blood
and the canvas is my flesh.

I am aware and capable
of expressing it through
my heart and scars.

I burn for my art and poetry.
It never flickers or dims
as long as I keep bleeding.

For I am a victim
of my creativity.

I lay myself down for my words
to devour my flesh and bones
to feed and hydrate my art and
poetry through my expression.

It's like a forest of dreams
that grows like weeds,
my mind is rooted
piece of artwork,
written and drowning
in paint and ink.

I am of all colors and shades,
I am a book with millions of
pages and saga's waiting to be
red and viewed.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Jul 2023
I rose from the deep,
from the loud boom I
breathed.

I am no longer hungry,
for my dirt has left me
it pushed from my core,
as it burned from the depths
of me.

Boom, boom, goes my heart
as my oceans rise and fall,
my tides are strong and trouble
for your toe.

Row, row the boat down the
rivers lane in between mother
natures legs into the valley
below.

No longer am I hungry
for all I crave is life
and breath.

Give me that sweet
precious air, fell my
lungs deep, as I grow
my roots deep into
the girth of the earth.

Now I meet my brother the moon, he's tangled in
the orbital dance between
two massive black holes
and a star blazing hot.

I am here, expanding beyond
your tiny view.

I am aware! For I see all
in my dreams.

I am... Continuum!

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
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