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My tears are witness to my sorrow,
my suffering flows like a river.
It pools at my feet and I drown
for a moment within its fluid of
moving emotions.

Like paint, my tears artfully express
the pressures that try to compress
my life into a singular point in time.

Trauma defines nothing of my life for I am more than
my strife and I know how
to fight and rise above
my ruins.

My tears are witness to my struggles, my strife cuts me
like a knife and I bleed.
It pools at my feet and I heal
slowly as my pain gathers
at the surface.

This life is a tapestry of moments, sewn together
with scars and memories,
my experiences is
my unique design.

My tears are witness to
my forgotten dreams.

Now you witness me
drinking my pain,
its in my words that
I am throwing out
into the world and
here I share my suffering.

I sing in my soul of clear
days and starry nights,
of better times heading
my way.

Here I float on words
sailing on my tears,
I'm heading your way.

My tears will be witness
to my peace once again.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton
Earth, a vibrant tapestry,
a symphony of life,
Where diverse creatures dance,
in a ceaseless strife.
From the icy peaks of the North,
to the Southern seas,
A kaleidoscope of wonders,
as far as the eye can see.

In the heart of Africa,
lions roam the plains,
Their golden manes shimmering,
in the sun's warm embrace.

In the depths of the Amazon,
jaguars prowl the night,
Their stealthy movements hidden,
in the moon's pale light.

In the Australian outback,
kangaroos bound with glee,
Their powerful legs carrying them,
across the vast land.

In the Arctic tundra,
polar bears roam the ice,
Their white fur camouflaging them,
in their frozen paradise.

From the towering redwoods,
to the whispering pines,
The Earth's forests teem with life,
a symphony of design.
From the smallest insects,
to the mightiest whales,
Each creature plays its part,
in nature's grandest tales.

So let us cherish this planet,
our home, our only sphere,
Where diversity thrives,
and life is ever near.
Let us protect its beauty,
its wonders, its grace,
For the Earth is our treasure,
and its legacy we must embrace.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton
I'm not a follower, never planned to fit the mold,
I always wanted to shed
my skin and morph into
something else.

I have always been out of time,
never understood that wisdom
has nothing to do with age,
until I ran to the edge of mine
I looked back at all the wasted time.

I realized this moment
is the most important.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton
Why did you leave me in the flames? You let me burn instead
of building new bridges
with me.

You walked through my ruins
and caused more damage.

My ashes float around seems like for age's, but you only gave
me seven years of madness
and corrosion.

I forgot my own reflection,
because you told me its a lie.

I used to wear makeup but
dropped the brushes for your
jealous, it scared me.

Now I can hardly glance at myself in the mirror,
because it laughs at me
in your voice and
monstrous grin.

You left me to burn
and you never took
one glance back.

Love hurt, burned and bruised
my life.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton
One eye on the dollar,
one eye on the crime,
one eye is wondering
but nothing is what it seems,
for a liar nows no truth or
stability. He nows only flies.

Upon the beams of light he approaches,
deep black and a void, no light he reflected.

He stalks, attacks and rumbles underneath
the ruins of his ego.

He brings rumors to frighten and redirect,
so the truth is forgot hidden underneath
the crimes of his fragile ego.

His fumes are poisonous and disgusting.

A toxic waste dump, here he brings
his dinner to roast faith and ******
the truth under a orange brownish
smog.

Like a monstrous puppet
with broken strings,
he blows his trumpet,
in a haze of a broken gaze
he lost his way.

He built a maze with
his narcissistic praise,
with the devil on his back.

He dreams of eating flesh and
hanging his crimes and blaming
everyone else for his discomfort.

But he's really a walking nightmare,
with dementia and drowned
possibilities, he yells profanities
like a old feeble **** zombie that lost
his mind and purpose. He has no brains!

No change, just denial after denial...

He's a rerun, that is unwatchable
but he's too deep in the static to
see the truth.

He thinks he's all that, but really he's nothing but a scared narcissistic sociopath
running from his past.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton
To dream is to see the impossible become possible
by reaching for the impossible.

Upon the mornings breathe
I rose to the green grass
and dew shimmering through
my dreams and I woke to
the possibilities.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton
If I had only...

I was able to forget the abuse,
and grew in the light
instead of the darkness
I was forced into,
and ran away from the monsters
before they hurt me,
and ignored the negative views
from others,
and spoke when I needed to be heard.

But it's not too late to live my life...

So here I am speaking my truth
so I can grow past the abuse.

I am like a struggling worm trying
to break free from the dirt
I was force fed.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton
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