The Grimm Reaper said: "The obituaries is my library but your dictator is my lunch. Oh Donnie boi the bones are calling and your soul is weeping over your stone but no one is calling to say fair will. You brought your bombs and hate crimes followed along. You lack intelligence and love, you broke your promises before you made them because you never cared to be a good honest man.

You lack a heart and the brains to follow the strings to emotional relationships with deeper meaning.

You can't even sing or walk up the stairs without leaning and your a creepy humpback lurking in the shadows
reaching for a flag to ****-flag.

There's no doubt which shadow is yours, Mister humpty dumpty hiding between the flag poles. Chunky boi!

Oh Donnie boi the bones are calling and your soul is weeping over your stone but no one is calling to say fair will. You murdered people's faith, and trust with your dishonest jester and behavior, and your musk is a stank no one deserves.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

How to say your ADHD
without saying you are ADHD?

You speak like the wind,
and your mind is on a crazy train
going nowhere fast but you always
hit your destination and
you are surprised you survived.

Weeeee! See yah later.

Don't forget to keep your
hands and feet inside the ride
at all times and fasten your seatbelt.

Destination? ADHD! Yay for me!

Now, where's my keys?

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

Beat, beat, beat,
boom, boom, boom,
to the beat, brains.

Drum roll please!
1
2
3
Brains,
in chains,
heart beats under ruins of loves
damage. Brains!

Zombie heart seeks?
Brains! From past love affairs.

Not revenge, just brains!

Zombie heart, beats undercover,
seeks! Brains!

Ruins, zombie heart a corpse
from a broken heart.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

I bleed out through my poetry.

Like little crime scenes
left behind after my
ex abused me.

The shards cuts deeper
because we loved so deeply
it soaked into the depths of
our beings until it became
a victim of lies of loves promises.

Love is not the perpetual blackness.

For it is the wilder of the sword
that cuts us deeper that
brought the perpetual blackness.

They are the damage and monster
that tries to eat what is left.

It is up to us to pickup the pen
and will ourselves above the ruins
and rebuild our lives to make room
for new relationships that grow into
possibilities for future love.

This too shall pass,
like the day into night,
rain into clear skies,
and tear soaked pillows
into fresh clean linens.

I wash my hands from my pain
by writing poetry.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

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