Under the moonlight,
I shine bright, my ink smears
are evidence.

My ghosts come out,
my thoughts are
set free.

Oh what crimes they plot,
it's poetic justice.

This is my crime scene,
my favorite haunt.

Line by line, don't cross the
line until you've tasted my cookies.

Crumb by crumb, I leave behind
evidence of my shshsh!
Its just between you and me.

Poetry!
Poetry!
Poetry!
Poetry!
I'm the poet, your minds beacon
to possibilities.

I'm a vivid dream waiting to be
written, waiting to be read by you.
My muse!

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

My heart is wrapped in barbwire,
it makes me bleed poetry.

Once I grew roses, but now
I grow barbwire with weeds.

Wildflowers of agony bloom
for me, around my ruins it
strangles hate and pain for me.

Like porcelain, my heart is shattered
laying at your feet, but my barbwire
came to release me from your damage.

Barbwire that's me! 😘

I'm a reminder of everything you lack,
your my ruins and damage, you are my bruises, you are the scars that
make me stronger.

Barbwire kiss, I have your wish
now bleed for me and leave.

My roses are fresh, my weeds are
just as deep as my barbwire kiss,
and my pain is on your lips.

You'll never forget me,
I'm barbwire baby.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

The future is never far behind you,
because it's always one step in front
of you.

Down
down
down
down!
Falling
farther down the hole.

Anxiety rises as depression
gets heavy.

Down
down
down the black hole of reality.

The future is never now nor the past,
it's never really tangible because
it's only possibilities.

Down
down
down I hit the possibilities.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

T's corruption that killed a nation
under the weight of a fat felon,
with his forced crushing poverty,
education failed, the laws hurt the
victims, he rapes the land with
construction and unnecessary
deforestation.

A criminal sits where a leader once
sat, now he's crushing us with his
fat and wrinkles of decay.

His face is a reminder of the devil,
he's an orange fat mass of sin,
with his damaged goods
over processed grease and
rotting flesh.

He's a dragon with multiple heads,
with multiple fake crowns, his wife
is the scarlet in red. She's a supporter
of dreed and the devil's her groom.

I can hear the devilish trumpet
playing its tune. The devil's here
he's trying to crush the house
with his massive fat a$$.

He's the bringer of doom.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

One last gasp, one last beat,
one last breath... That's me,
the devil said to me.

I can smell your sickness,
I can be your weakness or
your disease.

Wishing you never met me,
lay you down next to me,
the devil stole your desire heart
and possibilities.

Ruins ashes and disease,
remains of tortured hearts,
bleeding all over the floor
falling at your feet.

Statues of passed lovers shattered
scattered upon the stage.

Reminders of who I use to be,
One last gasp, one last beat,
one last breath... That's me,
the devil said to me.

Bring me to life, with a zombie bite,
your cure is the disease.

When everyone is infected
do we all become the cure?

Ruins of lies, amongst maggots and flies is where the devil rains.

Gravedigger, gravedigger, dig me a grave. Make me a stone engraved with my name, but don't give the devil my address please.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

Rope, tight, bounce back
now fly...

Tug tug tugawar...

My boat flew when I dreamt of you,
but you stole my heart and now
you've got to boom! boom!
boom-boom! boom-boom!
out of my life.

You left me bruised, a ****** scene,
shattered and tied.

Your chains I broke, my tears drowned your abuse.

Oh your nothing but ghostly lies,
gastly Wolfie lies. Howling, crawling
like a beastly wound lurking in the depths of my life. Abuse!

The evidence of you is written upon my skin, like an infection you festered and annoyed me until I treated your affliction.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton