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Amanda Shelton Dec 2023
Depression can seem like
internal darkness, it shrouds
the mind miss guides thoughts
into its deepest depths of
poverty.

It seems I've been wandering
for two thousand years
or more within my dreams
of vivid thoughts, its choking
me holding me to the ground
with its thorny roots.

I bled for its embrace.

The shadows of the past
follow me, my future ghost
picks at my wounds
reminding me of my
future ruins, as my bones
lay underneath the girth
of dreaming earth, six feet,
my life is a seasonal change
buried beneath pain and
suffering.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Dec 2023
The table is set
the plates and cups
are ready for dishing.

I'll be serving dinner,
karma's the host and
I'm her ghost.

Watch your step and
mind your manners,
karma's a host that
plays no games.

She'll remind you when
you stubbed your toe,
if you forgot your keys
and forgot to add the sugar
to sweeten your tea.
Karma's bitter and sweet.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Dec 2023
Black, I'm sleek and clean,
I wear time on my back
as a burning hourglass.

Wrapped up in a poetic web
I've got my heart locked inside
a spider design.

Eight legs are plenty but
I've got many more enough
for eternity. Nevermore!

Up in the window
I am thinking
weaving and winding,
waiting and grinding,
building my shrine
a place to ponder and unwind.

Black, I am collecting poetic
formats weaving a tapestry,
sleek and clean I am weaving
the moments of struggle
strengthening my design.

Black, I am a mother
of poetic webs always
weaving, sleek and clean, waiting and winding
setting up my next design.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Nov 2023
Sometimes I want to runaway,
sometimes I want to play,
sometimes I want to go
back in time to when
smile’s and happiness
was common.

As time grinds,
the winds of my life blow
and weather my heart
and my childhood
withered like a rose.

Change chases me,
it wraps itself around everything
as I watch the seasons
shake their gowns
blooming, falling to
the ground.

My spirit is left naked wondering in the
forest of chaos.

Dreams allude me,
wishes forgot about me,
and the stars fell without me.

I am leftover bursts of energy,
there are dusty dreams
in between my footprints
I left in the sands of my life
as I walk this plain of experience.

Like dust in the wind,
I am a fading star
leftover from the big bang.

Yet I am still blooming
and
I have so much more to offer.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Nov 2023
In-between night and day
is where
my mind likes to play.

Blinded by the light
but I see in the dark
like a bat.

My mental health is not all that,
its chained to the four walls
I live in.

My muscles never work
like normal,
cramps and joint pain
crunching my day,
it keeps me awake all night.

Like a haunted house,
my body creeks and shivers,
I lose balance as I quiver,
my past stalks me like a ghost
and my hair is turning
into pepper.

Like a haunted house
my life is falling apart
but the foundation is
still standing
so when I am ready
I can rebuild.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Oct 2023
Memories are priceless
because they only happen
once in a lifetime.

You can only imagine the passed
so cherish the future
because it will be the passed.

Also this very moment
is the future, present as well
as the passed.

Now is the crossroads
of our lives.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Oct 2023
We are like poems,
we grew from a plot
and rooted ourselves
hydrating and feeding
our poetic seeds through
internet communities.

Each individual poem is a
unique experience and
it brings us together.

I believe words can cure
a broken heart, bandage
a mental bruise and
an emotional wound.

It can cure sadness for a moment too.

It can be a reminder
of the good and bad.

A way to cope with reality
when our minds get lost
in a dream created by society.

I don't fit your mold,
I don't move with the same
flow as you, I don't walk but
I can talk and write poetry.

Are you a robot or
part of society?

Society has tried to breed
stupidity and incompetent
people, but not everyone
follows the flow.

People like me breaks the mold,
oozes out with creativity and
uniqueness like it's a new fashion trend.

We are change,
we are the lessons you have been needing to break free
from societies views of
who they want you to be.

What others want you to be
doesn't matter in the end,
only you hold the key to your
destiny and future.

You don't have to follow the
line when your future is across
the line. All you have to do is
build your own paths and roads.

My foundation is poetry,
it brings me to my future
and reminds me of my past
so I can move forward and heal.

Poetry is my destiny and future
it brings me to the crossroads of
my life so I can ponder upon
my choices and I don't make
bad decisions.

For me poetry is meditation,
a self discovery.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
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