It starts out cold and dark,
as poetry heats up the since
bringing light to the window.

As the viewer begins to read.

The poet burns brightly for all
to see.

Time is never ending in
the poetic world.

It can time travel,
age quickly, defy gravity
and change your mind with
just one simple word.

Its like venom to
my poetic desires.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Black as night, cold as ice
the heat melts away the waxy
wane, I hold the fire that
burns deep inside my poetic soul.

Shackles binde me to the
words that cage my mind
in this poetic design.

Thorny roads overgrown
by poetic ****'s of all
kind's.

The sentencing is final,
my guilt is plighting
my soul is fighting this
poetic venom that bit my
creativity turning me...

Poetry, poetry brings me
to the edge of reality.

Guide's me through the dark,
candle light feed's my venomous
needs. Its smoke invades my
being.

Leaving me in the window of
your mind's to write this
venomous design.

Poetry is my venom
I am its poet a candle
lit in the darkness of
a window somewhere
in time.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I have more dead art pieces
than live.

My inspiration is random
and off the road.

It's how the creative mind works.

We think outside the box
and bring the abstract inside.

Math, and science works the same way.

Someone had to think about it
for the idea to exist.

We creative thinker's,
reached into the vastness of
space and time, brought the stars
and planets to the minds of the
population, creative minds made
the internet possible too.

We artist's bring the possibilities
into people's lives.

I am a painter of word's and brushes.

I was born this way.

I was born with a pen in one hand
and ideas in the other.

Dead art pieces are practice art
pieces, they build a bridge to
greatness and help save the environment.

Recycle your dead art pieces
and be proud to be a creative
thinker.

We are the possibilities.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Fear can make you stronger
or weaker it's up to you.

I learned, it's okay to not always
be okay.

To get through you have to deal
with it.

Claim those mountains,
swim the oceans,
learn to fly when you fall
don't stay on your knees.

Fear itself is what holds us back.

The fear of pain rejection as well
as the unknown.

It can be a good thing though.

Fear can teach us how to
make better decisions.

It's facing fear that builds
character.

You are not a failure if you
live fearfully, you are brave
for facing it.

A survivor faces fear to build
bridges to safety, bravery is
on the other side.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

In between the teeth of weeping
angles lurks death and permanent
night. Such tragedy is this life.

Wolves vent their howls,
as I awaken.

Ti's a night of dark desire,
my weeping soul rises from the
depths of the earth.

As the moon bow's in its
throne of star's, eternal
darkness surrounds me
I arouse and the light
bends for my shadow.

Cold breath of winter shrouds
my form, a lurking beast
with a lust for blood.

My black ***** hair cascades
over tragic shoulders,
as my lips part slightly
revealing my true nature.

To taste the flesh beneath me
as blood streams from my plumped
lips, is ghastly and ghoulish.

But no peace do I ponder,
forever I wander.

Now a night of misery and plight,
I grow weary of the night.

So I go down to the river where
it is warm and green, and I enjoy
the night until morning brings
ash and light.

Goodbye! The end!

Au revoir! La fin!

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I should have known you'd leave
me here alone.

The waves got chaotic and strong,
you pushed me aside replacing me
with addictions and lies.

Love was magic and mysteriously deep,
it began with the blue ocean
in your eyes, there is where
I got lost amongst the
tide pools of you.

As the moon hanged loose it bowed
to the star's that flew by it's
orbital smile, my heart swooned
for awhile.

The chaos of us became a polluted
mess, I wear my emotions on
my sleeve while you tried to
in slave me.

Your corrections became lost in
translation, while your love was
polluted with drugs and alcohol
you damaged our future with your
lies and prostitution.

I cried as if you died, I grieved
for the love you took from me.

No truth rests in your eyes,
no remorse do you surmise,
you have nothing but contempt
for my life, your heart is
loveless and empty.

I fought to rise above
from the ruins of my broken heart.

My wounds are raw and my heart
is fragile like aged porcelain.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

At the window I stand looking out
upon the morning light, no breath
does my memory hold but poetry
flow's like a strong gasp of air.

It has been building pressure,
from deep within my mind it
grew that like a rose it's
petals gentle and soft with
it's thorny body armored and
ready.

Poetry flow's blossoming
from a seed, a hydrated thought
rooted deep within me.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I use to blow around like a leaf,
wondering on a cool breeze.

Life got hot it burned me,
now I am like ashes I'm scattered
on a hot summer's breeze.

Time has got to let me go
so I can rest and heal
from these three degree burns.

Love, you left me in the fire,
you watched me burn and crash.

Love, you lied to me I never
was your desire.

Greed and gluttony
are your only companions,
and your true desires is
to burn your bridges and
burn hearts like witches.

You built your alter of broken hearts,
where you sacrificed love for
drugs alcohol and your narcissistic lies.

Now your love belongs to the flies.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

On the dark side of the glass
I am watching the shadows.

The perfume of my passed
lingers on the air, on
strings of poetry I walk
the night.

The night is my friend, it
brings me pieces of poetry
line by line I build my design
under the stars and passing clouds.

In the morning I am the poet,
the ideas flow and the glass drops
and the shadows become people.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Walking amongst the distant shadows,
feeling like I am drifting away
the fog is stealing my passion.

Like smoke from a candles flame
I linger on the edge of reality,
I learned years ago, a poet without
a pen is a drowning fool flooded
by unused ideas.

My passion bursts forth from
the deepest depths igniting
the fire of poetic desire.

My ink is that like fire,
it burns from within my skin
and bones, it acks to be free
from my heart that is its cage.

Such passion is pain, a long walk
with suffering and depression.

I built my roads on this digital
ground, and built my bridges with
poetic passion.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

A narcissist is a dummy bear on crack. They have gummies for brains.

Viewing the world with mooching eyes, flirting with greed and gluttony, playing games with the devil.

The narcissist is no friend
of the family.

They are crude and thick with pollution and toxic waste.

The Narcissist brings nothing but
suffering and pain.

If you bump into a narcissist
in the wild, run and don't
look back.

A narcissist wants attention and
they don't like bold and brave people.

They chose victims by kindness,
reputation and intelligence.

The smarter and more popular you
are the more likely a narcissist
will strike at you.

You have to be smarter than they,
set boundaries and strict rules.

Don't allow anyone to break your
security or your self esteem.

A narcissists biggest flaw is ego,
strike them in the ego ***** and
watch them turn blue and fall.

Find their weakness in their
gaslighting, use it to fight back.

They blame everyone but themselves for their actions.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Shadows linger between the horizon
of my mind and the lucid dreams
I relive every night.

In my waking dreams lives
an idea of who I am.

Like flowers growing on an
eternal vine, the dreams
cultivate and blossom in
my mind.

I become the shadows I dream about,
amongst the blooming flowers I walk.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

You fell asleep and woke in this
lucid dream of haunted memories.

Are you a visitor or the ghost?

The night is cold and pitch black,
a heavy feeling lingers in the air.

In the corner of your eye
you see shadows moving and
a mist forms.

Goosebumps tickle your skin,
the hair on the back of
your neck stand's up.

A chill caresses your body
but the wind is still and
quiet inside the house.

You are alarmed by the sound
of footsteps echoing through
the room because no one is there.

Your breathing is laboured and
your heartbeat is pounding
in your head.

Fear is your shadow as you walk
through the hall's.

You can't find anyone here,
nothing but echos from the passed
live here. A forgotten dream.

The windows are bare and darkness
is beyond the glass. Not even
the star's are visible or
the moon.

The walls are decayed,
black mold is growing
on the ceiling and the
wallpaper is crumbling
and peeling away.

You reach a kitchen where
water damage soaks the floor,
yellow and brown fluid soozes
from the wooden beams around the
entrance and rotting floorboards
curl up into uneven hills,
slivers of wood are protruding.

You move forward to the living room,
the fireplace is blacked with sut
it smells like burnt wood.

You can tell a fire had escaped
at one point and burnt everything
in the room.

The windows once held curtains
but now they are piles of ash
on the floor.

This place once was alive but
now it's a ghost.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the morning beams of light
glistened due drops on top the leafs.

The morning greeted the trees
with her seasonal embrace.

As the breeze began to blow,
the air woke and gently rose
as a leaf on a lonely branch
began to wave and the breeze
set it free.

The leaf flew up and around,
swooping and diving as the wind
carried it off to distant places.

It traveled across the roads
barely missing car’s and people
passing by.

Dancing between bike wheels
and rolling across the grassy
park.

The leaf danced with gay delight
free from branches and crowded
plot’s, imagine the possibilities.

As the night slowly creeped
its shadows lengthened and
crawled across the ground devouring the light with its
claw like void.

The leaf landed on the ground
underneath the same tree that
birthed it’s brothers and sisters.

It slowly crisped turning
yellow then brown.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

While the narcissist drinks
from the river, fear shadows.

None dare to approach, shivers
come in waves down your spine
as you hear them sipping on the
river like wine.

Drunk on power and need to control,
the narcissist knows no sense of
knowledge and self-consciousness.

They are too busy sipping
from the pools of sin and
the blood from their victims.

While they indulge in their
abuse they grin wide and grind
their teeth against your soul.

Beware of the narcissist in the wild.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Cruel like fire but cold like ice,
your love burnt and froze
the memory of us.

Fire rose amongst the ruins of
my heart, the ashes scattered
across the land as winter came
bringing snow and your cold embrace.

Tightly you choked me,
your cold hands gripping
my heart like the monster
you are.

Heartless and cruel
you tried to drag me under
with you but I rose above the
ruins, I am rebirthed from the
ashes of my heart.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Shattered to pieces
I'm on the floor.

In the shadows lurks a
heart of stone, cold and
sharpe it cuts me deep.

Now I am all alone
with my heart of glass,
fragile and bruised I fought
to break free.

Pieces of memories from broken
ideas of a love lost to the shadows
hardened like steel and just as cold.

Love you brought me cold steel
and a heart of stone.

You forgot to love me,
you left me in the cold
damp shadows of your
shameless treason.

Doubt is the ultimate treason
against love and faith.

Like a cold breeze on my check,
you came frozen and hard and
you came to blame me.

Nothing can melt your frozen heart.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Just around the corner lives my
shadow, it's a wonderer of time a
creative design made up in my own mind.

Senses reach out, beyond the boundaries of my imagination
I fly alongside my creativity.

For a long time... I floated in my mind space, lost to realities touch.

But the other shadows came in and
sat for awhile, gave me a line of
communication, I became a vibration slowly changed my frequency until it hit me.

The pills flowed through my veins,
counseling became my best friend,
depression became personal, anxiety
became fragile.

I started out cracked like porcelain,
the pieces of my mind slowly became more defined and easier to control as mine.

Like a puppet on a string people tried to define me and mold me, but
I broke the mold and they were forced to let me go. I oozed all over the place until I was free from the mold they built for me.

I am bent, bumpy and porous, my joints creek like a chores with broken strings and holy drums, crack smack pop!
Let's Rock! 🤘

Welcome to my weird mind,
I am made from a unique design.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I’ve been sailing on dark waters for awhile, I lost the paddles awhile ago.

Row, row here we go…

The Sea, did it lose me or
did I get lost out in the crashing expressions now it’s flooding the boat?

I’m bobbing on these waves,
riding the crashing emotional
damages I’ve carried with me.

Until I am drowning in the toe,
rolling over me; my body turning to foam.

Foam deep, the waters are choking me.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Your kisses were sweet like
salt water taffy, they lingered
on my mind for awhile.

Sadly like seasons things change.

The fall came, love turned brown
and yellow, it's leafs dead and
blew away.

The sweatiness of your kisses went
sour, now it lingers for awhile.

Soured kisses are left behind.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Looking down the barrel of a telescope made of time, slipping through space.

Would you be brave,
turn around and stay?

You rose through the ashes of battle
as time creeps slowly upon your heals.

Slipping time, strips layer by layer;
beam’s of energy fly from your
fingertips.

Bursts of light stream from your eyes, memories casting out into
the vast spaces in between
the layers of heaven, that’s
where you are.

We collide multiple times.

Star’s are born from the pressure.

Rocket through space you’ve got
mud on your face.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Depression has no grace,
no dignity for it's victims.

I once was like water,
I flowed so easily
I moved mountains with
my pressure,
I surfed the biggest waves,
I climbed the highest peaks,
I flew like a bat.

Only to fall hard.

Like a fly,
I was caught in the struggle
caged in the dreadful pain.

Depression is like a spider,
it waits in the shadows,
in its web it traps its victims.

I'm struggling in the web of depression.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Like a small ripple in an ocean,
I am a weave in motion.

I am building my sea of commotion
with compassion and chaos by
my side.

Slowly I grow from a tiny drop into
a larger pool.

I'm fighting with madness
the shadow of passed regrets
follow me.

I'm barely afloat my boat has a hole,
I am slowly sinking. I am afraid
I might get flushed down the drain.

Please help me! Here I go again...

Alice did you forget about me?

I can barely see the light at the end
of the tunnel, it's so far up I am still
falling.

Will I fade into nothing into a haze
of painful memories?

I keep ducking because the
memories keep coming.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Here I am dancing with myself in the shadows, my future seems so shallow.

I settled down in a muddy spot,
now I'm stuck wiggling and
struggling upside down.

Sinking quick, depression grabbed
me from the paradise I built.

Meditation and coping skills are
no longer my savior, it's stabbing me
scratching and beating in my chest.

My heart wants to be set free again,
my mind is fighting against the beat.

Depression was never my friend,
it brings anxiety and panic attacks,
unwanted mimicry of heart attacks
and painful breath taking beats,
from behind my back it creeps
it's trying to strangle me.

Here I am dancing with myself in
the shadows, my future seems so
shallow.

I feel like a puppet to anxiety,
I'm on the shallow path of
depression it's full of holes and
mountains with thorns and
sharp rocks that cut my feet.

The shores of relief seem so far
away, the ocean of feelings keep
towing me under.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Depression,
I caught you swimming in my sorrow, you were drowning in
my tears.

There in my mind I laid down
my life but you stole my heart instead and I lost my mind amongst the shadows.

In the battle of my chemical imbalance I fight for my right to be happy again.

I am dancing in the dark
with myself, my heart beats
in the shadows as my breath
stands to the side, whispering
to me keep dancing.

Exhausted and frade sorrow
follows me, my flaws abuse me,
my mistakes scared me.

Society forgot about me,
I faded into the pitch of nothing.

A void of me, frightening memories
of taunting accusations from a
devilish monster.

Those eyes of blue devoured
my hopes and dreams,
he had no love for me.

His teeth bit into me,
his harsh lashing of accusations
embodied hate and broken ideas,
from the narcissist who said
he loved me.

The narcissist invaded my dreams,
with grinding bones from the
skeleton's he stored in his closet
of screams.

Scratching my brain with his
narcissistic rants and shoveling
wants trying to steal what
I achieved for himself.

The narcissist knows nothing of
love and passionate embraces.

For the narcissist only
knows how to break things.

A narcissist gaslights until crazy
devours everything.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Sorrow has come to visit me,
once it was like a sparrow flown
the nest but it came back on the morrow to pleck my heartstrings
with a reminder of it's passed heartache and distress.

My scar's are raw because you never allowed me to heal.

Love stabbed me in the back
my heart turned red and blue
while the black faded to gray,
in memory of you.

Upon the Ocean eyes of you
I slowly drowned while you
stole the boat and watched me
become pools of tears going under
tow for you.

My heart use to dance gaily and free, now it's caged in sorrow
and fear.

I'm lost in depression, in a sea of
abusive memories.

You left your wounds on my life,
deep and painful I am learning
how to breathe again.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Oops I stepped on a crack
now I'm breaking my back.

Now, I'm locked inside the cage
of societies shame.

The voices use to speak to me,
don't be worried about me the
pills go down so easily.

Chemicals dance inside my head,
tipping me over the edge.

Dancing cells on high wires, sparks
fly as my heart beats like a rollercoaster on fire.

Tips me over into reality for a moment.

But the chemicals tie me to the tracks, the trains coming to crazy town. Oh, I forgot my ticket.

Here's the train I'm on my way.

I use to be a chemical imbalance
now I'm just a pile of painful bones.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

You are walking on the road of life,
the sun begins to fade behind the shades of the moon.

They lurk in the dark, the monsters
smile grimly, behind your sleeping eyes lives your nightmares.

Dancing in the dark with skeleton's,
as their clothes watch in jealousy.

The closet door flys open with
a scream a shadow grabs you and
pulls you in.

Good morning.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Shameful liars can't look truth in the eyes for the truth burns their lying eyes with guilt.

A liar avoids eye contact because
they are afraid people can see their lies and eyes reflect the truth.

A shameless liar stairs truth in the eyes because they don't care if it burns.

They see with vampire eyes, a soul sucker, a narcissistic liar, a prideful monster, a heartless moocher brings fly's to the table.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

If I were of a billion stars falling where you are would you catch me before I hit the earth?

If I were your last breath would you kiss me and ******* to the wind?

If I were a wind blown leaf would you mourn my passing or remember my beauty in life waving above your window in the soft morning light?

If I were a passing craze trending for a day would you post an article to show your praise?

If I were the moon would you mind if I bowed and stood aside for the sunshine to glitter in you're eyes?

If I were a shadow would you speak to me as though I am your friend or walk by like I am nothing special?

If I were a poem would you read me like a book or move on to the next page?

If I were...?

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

You use to whisper to me the possibilities of opportunities.

But you shoved me into a box stole the key locked me away in the depths of my mind.

Now I am but a ghost a misty creature hunting a post, with my ghastly host I am smudging my inky expression all over the screen, smears of dead possibilities.

My digital fingerprints is evidence of
my poetic crimes, here is my sentence.

Poetic justice is swift and generous
my cage is the frame of this page.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Vanilla sky's rush through my mind,
heartbeat quickens butterflies flutter, my cage has been opened my mind set free.

I'm here to set fire to your closeted ideas, burn the bridges that separates our differences.

I will build you a pair of wings to bring you closer to me.

Blow your sails to tow your creativity into my chaos.

My candle of poetic desire burns like the hottest fire, deep within my muddled mind I'm happiest and brightly lit, here I am breathing my poetic flames for all to witness.

My chaos is a gift, an idea ran away with endless possibilities. I bring you my needle and thread a design like no other.

A seamless tapestry of emotional expression stitched together with my poetic web.

I am like a spider, I built my web onto this page in captivating readers with my poetic purpose.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

The wind whisper's to me "never
forget me."

While I am dreaming dreading
to wake.

The possibilities are endless
in the Ocean of my dreams.

I fell in love with the rush and
heartbeat of my lucid state,
in my dreams I can sail the
deepest oceans in my ship
of possibilities.

The moon is my guide, the star's
my crew and the tip of the black
waters is my tow.

Onward I go, like a star zooming
through the galaxy, my dreams are
beyond the horizon, beyond the
moonbeams and starry night sky
I fly in my lucid mirror Sea of falling stars.

I open my eyes and the stars scatter
and fade, my ship is docked until the
next voyage.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I see you with your cliped wings,
fallen to my feet.

You the wingless painful little thing,
struggling to breathe.

Some monster came along, stole
your beauty and flight. Such tragedy
a life short already shorted even more.

I hydrate your soul with my tears,
I am sorry for not being able to save you.

Poor butterfly. Now I have the butterfly blues.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I use to mourn for my future,
I feared the possibility of being
nothing.

I saw a monster in the mirror,
a dysfunctional ghost waiting
to live.

Life was like a river of emotions,
sometimes the **** would break
and I was open to the flood. I road
the rushing waters that came out
of the possibilities of my future.

Fear was my constant companion,
I felt like I was choking on it.
I buried myself in a prison of doubt.

I was fearful in the beginning,
but I learned how to breathe
to live.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Brilliantly the stars once shined,
once the sky opened my eyes to
possibilities of love.

The sun shimmered on my heart,
once love settled beside me caressed
my dreams with its magical kisses.

Like glass my world broke, shattered
at my feet my heart is in pieces.

Love, left me bruised and beat,
it laughed while I cried rubbed salt
into my wounds before sabing me
in the back.

Love, was jealous judgemental and
cruel, it has no mercy, it gave me no
moral ground for me to plant my roots.

Love, forgot about me it didn’t accept me.

I fought to find me, to build my own life, I found myself resting in a forest of possibilities where I am cultivating who I want to be.

Here is where I am ment to be, this moment this breath, this thought
is a poem a plot I am growing.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Break through the dust that makes you blind, what you really need is hidden inside.

A star is born from awareness,
entanglement of nerves electrical curves,
the ocean of life waves transverse into the universe.

A breath occurs as life forms like blades of grass, each blade begins sharpe strong
and tall.

As time occurs its roots grow, deeper and deeper blood flows, as a heart beats
a mind shows.

Dust truns into rust, the meaning begins to shine, as the truth comes out from behind your sleeping eyes, no longer are you blind.

For you are the dust from a supernova.

Earth is designed to carry us, within its crust
water and rust we are birthed.

Respect her beauty and living gowns,
for we have only one Earth and only
one of us.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

It starts with an idea,
it grows in silence in
a darkened mind.

The idea starts to fade,
drowned by suffering and
pain.

The darkened mind suffers
in silence and bruised by
abuse, pain settles in
vain.

Like a wilting rose the
villain grows its rot devours
the soul with its rooted decay.

Then it goes for the kindling.
Choking the light from its burning
flame. Until all good has evacuated
like smoke.

Nothing but a cold candle remains
and burnt petals that once was
soft and vibrant full of life
now ashes are left.

A villain is made from a mold
created with suffering from within
darkened silence. It baked inside
a dark mind hardening its heart.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Watching the waves rolling in
the depths of darkness,
the water glow’s with a neon
green and purpose.

Rolling
rolling
rolling, deep.

The darkness fades as the dream
shakes, you wipe your eyes
from the crusty sleep.

The dream break’s as the crust
falls from your vision.

Rolling
rolling
rolling, deep.

Crawling on your belly
digging for possibilities.

The mud piles high,
thick like black slime
oozing from your mind.

Don’t do this, you’ve got
so little time.

Move they say, be smart but
don’t be proud of it, be
ashamed of yourself don’t
be mad about it.

Self abuse is like an itchy sore,
it’s annoying, damaging and
deep.

Rub some salt into it,
feel the burn.

The seasoning of life is spicy
rich and crispy.

Reality knocks at your dreams
door, asking for directions.

You slowly wake to shadows
hovering over your head,
they stair deeply
into your eyes.

Than you become aware it’s all
in your mind.

Watching the waves crashing.

Rolling
rolling
rolling, in the deep.

It’s your mind staring
glaring from your dreams.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Tears are my friends,
they release me from
the ******* of sorrow
and depression.

I don’t cry often,
I have to be very upset
to want to cry.

It’s painful because it uses
all of my muscles.

Sorrow is a strong emotion,
like a seed it plants it’s
roots hydrated by my tearful
release upon my plotted life.

Its needed to learn how to
cop with the ups and downs
of life.

Cry me an ocean so I can
learn to swim, dive and surf.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

A miracle is nothing to ignore.

Like a grain of sand blowing
in the wind there is another
traveling on the same breeze
as yours.

With so many paths to travel
a crossroads is possible.

A dream is not but a dream,
it is reality within a sleeping
mind. For the brain knows nothing
of its woes when traveling through
its clouded dreams.

Until the mind awakens miracles
happen.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Innocence is lost when knowledge is found.

A child is always learning,
so does that make us children
even when we are 40?

At 40 my path has become weathered
but still I find pieces of myself I thought
were useless, yet the pieces helped define
who I am.

I never lost my innocence because
I am ignorant to the outside world,
I have tried to walk amongst the population,
it's scary confusing and shady.

People are selfish and too busy,
I'm always aware and never too busy
to see the bigger picture.

I watch people thumb around bumping
into each other but moving on like
nothing happened.

You zoom by in your fast cars and airplanes,
you are loud causing pollution and forced
shoving and attention.

I think most are not aware of their own
reality, some people move about as if they
are shadow Ninja's fighting an invisible war.

I'm like a fly on the wall, I watch but never talk.

Am I broken or is the world broken and
I am walking amongst the ruin's?

Autism separates us.

I don't know if I ever will
understand your need
for attention and pollution.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

These chains are what defines
our relationship.

I want to lift the heaviness
light up the darkness, release
myself from these chains.

Love, you chained my heart
now I feel trapped, I’m
wiggling free I’m crawling
out from the darkness.

My fire is a spark but
it only takes a spark
to restart a heart.

So watch me burn brighter
than before, these chains
are no more.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I’ve suffered for my youth,
I’ve discovered who I am
but lost myself along the way.

I’m finally at a crossroads,
I am finally facing it.

My river flooded,
my roots are overgrown,
my hair is turning grey,
the wrinkles are not going
away.

My crack’s are getting deeper,
my hair is still losing color,
my blood pressure is getting higher,
my pain is settling in for longer.

Ageing is a bit! with a
bat and ball, it beats you
until your blind and still
expect you to hit a fastball
and reach home plate.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I see fire but make it metal
violently it rears rolling over
the land, moving mountains
and stone, river's and gulleys.

Lover's colliding.

The winds are blowing
the water is towing,
the ship is rowing
under the storm.

Two lover's colliding one
is frozen the other is hot,
together they bring clouds
and rain over quiet seas with
their thunderous kisses and
passionate embrace the storm
beats like two hearts in a dance.

They are lover's of the weathered sea.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Condemned to the long
endless night, in the shadows
it stolks with such a fright.

Like a spider it waits in
the corner, with a web of
desire it captures your
dreams of passion and ends
with screams.

Dripping slowly into the
endless night, your blood
is theirs for eternity.

Blackened soul, skin and bone,
blood and breath, its gone cold.

Like a statue the vampire seems,
with its cold and white lifeless
corpse it doesn't move until hunger rises from its darkest depths.

From the cold earth it came,
lurking amongst the shadows
and nightmares to drink from
the living. Vampire!

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

It started with your smile,
slowly it grew into love.

My clouds parted for you,
the fog lifted for a view,
the sun beamed brighter than
before, the blue sky was bluer
too, it caught your blue eyes
like an ocean surprise.

Sadly, a storm blew in,
it devoured my heart, it
broke the ties that bind
us.

The blue turned gray and
black, the ocean dried up
leaving my heart broken
and cracked.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Dream I live,
life I dream,
visions of me
like a shadow
of my former self.

I can fly but only
in my mind, its a
metaphor for survival
I will rise above the
struggle.

To dream is to live,
to live is to dream
about the possibilities.

My matrix is poetry
waking up to a cool
breeze of words floating
above my head, slowly
line by line the words
begin to design the tapestry.

My reality is ink smears,
stains of poems are
scattered about my life.

One line is blue,
second line is red
third is green,
fourth is black.

Poetry is the color of
my life, a poetic matrix
streaming from my mind.

This is the poetic matrix,
blue or red pill?

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I heard the angles calling,
I drowned the voices in a
slurry of precaution and shame.

No more worries, the doctor's
got the cure just drink it
up there's no hurry.

I suffered for their treatments
and child abuse.

Still, the shadows danced
across the wall my mind was
drunk off anxiety and
depression.

My dreams were reality but my
waking hours were all a dream.

Delusions and fantasy all
the same, until the fog lifted
me from the dream.

A little birdie brought me
clear skies and a deep simulator
that opened my eyes.

Now I live in the light,
six wire's are planted inside
my brain sending signals so
I can control my twitching
and contorted frame.

I am a bionic woman, living
no dream just reality.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Love use to be my friend,
it use to hold me kiss me,
and it kept me safe.

One day it changed, love bit
me, it beat my heart until
it was bruised and ******.

It put me in danger,
it stole from me and
lied to me.

Love, loved me until I was
wounded and scared.

Love, loved me until I was
lonely.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton