Like a fiery ribbon waving in the
wind, love once waved at me from
the balcony and wrapped my heart
with its choking burning inferno.

I saw magic within its blaze,
I thought it burned just for me.
I wasn't wrong it definitely burned
just for me, the wizard meant to hurt
me and steal my innocence.

The wizard was a fraud, a codfish out
of water. When I showed strength
he got hotter and threw me into
the fire.

He used me as fuel to feed
his fragile ego and tiny IQ.

As I weathered underneath
his heatwave, he mocked and
belittled me tried to steal
my power.

I felt useless, ugly and unwanted,
everything I did was not enough for
the wizard, he is a ruined beasty
with jagged teeth and an evil soul always ready to devour my self
esteem. His broken mind never
understood time or love, all he
wanted was for me to suffer.

I had to build a bridge between us
to protect myself from his illusions  
and cold heartedness, before he
ruined me and left ashes in my place.
I slowly grew wings of knowledge
and support from my community,
I built boundaries and got stronger,
I gave him to the wolves and took
back my powers.

I let him go and learned to accept
he never loved me, he wanted my life
and money, he wasn't a wizard
he is a monster.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

When I take my last breath,
I will fight to be free.

I will struggle with every gasp,
I will drag my strife behind me
tired and wrinkled
even in dusty ruins
I will bare my chains,
in between the teeth of angels
they will break for me.

To set myself free
I will break the boundaries
of my imagination
to see all possibilities
ahead of myself.

In between the teeth of angels
lay heavenly possibilities
and beyond the horizon
dreams await me.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

The people scream, fight and cry
as you ****** innocence so your
fragile ego can eat the leftovers.

You are a lie,
you are ruin,
you are the fly.

I can talk about my life,
I can talk about your ruins
and lies, if you want me to.

We can watch you whine
while you do nothing,
we can watch you lie and
claim you are going to walk
on water while you drown
trying to.

We watched you waste our lives
and you never walk without a limp
and you've got **** running down
your thigh and **** stained
makeup is smeared across
your face.

We can smell you like a pile
of ***** diapers left out in
the sun to dry.

I can talk about your lies,
I can talk about my life,
I can talk about your crimes,
I can talk about your ruins,
if you want me to.

You corrupted the government
so you can ****** the people
who deslike you. You like no one
so everyone is your enemy.

You Are a Lie,
You Are Ruin,
You Are The Fly.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

I am chained to myself,
I am always trying to pull away
from myself but never get far.

Anxiety is my shadow,
follows me everywhere I go.

Chained to my anxiety,
I am always fighting with myself.

Step forward leads to a backwards
step to avoid the potholes in my life.

Am I moving or is life fooling me
pulling me alone the way?

I'm an anxiety chained fool
being pulled along the way.

Push and shove,
chains and anxiety.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

You used to knock on my door,
you visited me often.

But one day you broke my
boundaries, you broke my
heart and trust.

Slowly I had to show you the door,
my boundaries became important,
you became a burden on my once
happy life.

I realized, I was nothing more
than your doormat.

So, I showed you the door and
I gave you the mat.

That's my boundaries.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

I was born climbing mountains,
the rocks are sharp,
the trees loom in the dark
and wave in the morning,
the river rages down below
my valley, flooding my life
with experiences.

I keep climbing in the rain,
even the snow can't slow
me down.

My life used to be a high place
I fell in love with my life I was
always moving, but a hole began
to form in the earth as I took
notice of its presence,
I started living.

The mountains are my struggles,
the trees are my thoughts, the
river is memories, the flood is
life reaching out for me and
sometimes it seems chaotic,
I have to climb higher than before.

My bruises and scars are testimony
to my climb. Like a book my bruises
and scars wright my story and help
build mountains that I am climbing.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the surface of the waves
lurks darkness.

Chaos lives within the oceans eyes,
under tow it pulls and tugs on
the devil's leg, biting kicking
scratching, his way is damage strife
and weakness.

He's lurking within the sin of
many a man and women.

The devil doesn't sit unless invited,
Donald Trump got a mirror and sat
in front of it and called himself
the devil's friend.

He's the devil's reflection, and
there has been many more before
him.

The devil told his victims, don't be
frightened I've come to save you.

I asked him, what do I have to fear
but fear itself Satan?
I don't trust someone that brings
rumors of fear but shows no
evidence of something to fear.
The devil knows nothing but lies,
his mouth is always gapping wide
with flies coming out.

There's no silence for the wicked
but he does silence the victim.

Rambling gambling,
ready for the role,
dicy micy he's chopping the block
with his wicked breath.
Now throw the dice!
For the devil is a gambling man,
he likes the chaos of random chance
and a long grift into flooding poverty.

He'll steal your sanity and replace it
with fear and hate. His lies fester
and fume, eating away at life's core
leaving emptiness where love was
born.

Donald Trump is the devil's reflection,
he loves the devil's salad
the foot lettuce is his favorite
with toe jam dressing.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton