The fabric of my life,
soft and cruel.

Some say I’m easy on the eyes
softness is in my voice,
my smile welcome’s you into
my life.

I have touched the souls
of many, I have adventured
within others reality to
bring them back to the real
world.

I am like a tender fire,
burning slowly with comfort
setting within my warmth.

I am comfort in the dark,
a reminder of the possibilities,
a breath after choking,
a bandaid for your wound’s.

I am here when you are lonely,
I am here when you are lost
in the hostile environment
of reality.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Ode to loss, death, and decay
grief is never far away.

It walks with my shadow,
in between my steps upon
the paths of my journey
grief follows.

To say goodbye forever
is the hardest part,
to feel the pain of
loss and the empty space
it causes is a deep wound.

Grief is a chasma in the
heart, it bleeds and acks
for awhile.

The ack doesn't stop but
it becomes bearable
over time.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

The buildings are rotten
and decayed, you left
my heart in ruins.

The pain settled amongst the
dusty plains, roads lead to
nowhere in a desert of acking
heartbeats and suffocating
thorn's.

Love, you left me for the
blood of your enemies,
addiction and pain runs
through your vains.

Like the whiskey and wine
you drank, you choked me
with your chains of
cigarettes and shame.

In memory of my heart,
I place this poem as
a reminder you are ruin
not my pain.

No love but ruin...
Time heals what damage
you bring. These ruin's
are the new foundation
for my strength and growth.

Watch me bloom amongst the
ruins of my heart.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the strings love plays
a song.

Upon lips love placed
a kiss, with gentle
touches and soft caresses.

The heart swoons upon the
rising of the moon, as
clouds part revealing two
beating hearts.

Love made the heart skip
a beat.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Don’t lie to the rose,
telling it you picked it
out of love.

When in truth, you picked it
to preserve it’s sent in your
memory out of ignorance and
selfishness.

Upon the flow of words I fade
slowly into the dark.

Poetry is like the light, it shows
me the way.

I'm always hunting for the words
to say, within the forest of my
dreams lives the possibilities
of poetry.

I'm like a ghost, I haunt this post
with my creative designs.

I play well with the words,
they welcome me with open arms.

Line by line the passion grows,
it burns deep within me never to
fade.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

From within the cold frozen earth
a monster stirs digging with its
finger nails it slowly rises from
the grave.

The stone is cracked and tilted
to the side, the ground is hard
and unkept.

Others are here too,
but died long ago.

This one is a vampire,
a old monster of folklore
and nightmares.

There’s no lingering breath,
no beating heart to remind us
of its life.

For a sinful fool they were in life,
a diseased greedy and
disrespectful soul never dies.

Cursed to suffer and crave
the blood of the living,
the vampire came to take
what they desire.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I have seen humanities
shadow dancing beyond
my dreaming eyes.

I’ve seen clouds of gray
fade into white and blue
skies.

I’ve seen death and life,
babies birthed and the
sick die.

I’ve seen night turn into day.
The moon danced across the
sky until it slowly slipped
behind the earths curve.
The sun stole the spotlight
with its larg yellow *****.

I have seen computers rise
from the minds of geniuses.

The phones evaluation
from dieling the operator
to receiver into cell phones
capable of fast processes.

I’ve seen the environment
slowly die by human hands.

I am hoping to see a future
free from racism and discrimination.

Better healthcare and education
for all.

Better justice systems
to serve and protect our
communities.

My vision for our future
is two possibilities.

We will prosper and grow.

Or we fade slowly into
the vast spaces we’ve
been searching from
the beginning of humanity.

Our greatness is holding on
by a single thread of hope.

Peace, love and change.

To become great we need to do
all three. Until then we are
but fading stars chosing to
go out like a tiny spark.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Okay

I wake up with a fog
hanging around my head.

The pain reveals itself,
it burns, aches and scratches
at my brain.

I am a walking pain pill,
asthma follows me like a
stalker it's my biggest fan,
my scars are deep and pink
raw like meat.

Depression was a fan as well,
but I block it before it hit
the swell rolling in the deep.

My immune system is broken,
it doesn't seem to understand
the difference between infection
and itself.

As for my brain, it's perfectly
sane. My sanity hangs by a thread
with boredom as its friend.

Okay cool and fine.

For now I'm just okay.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Love is prosperity and success. Be kind to each other and humanity will prosper because love is prosperity and success because it builds societies. Hate is death, it kills intelligence and life.

Do good unto others for others will reflect good upon you. Being a good example is the best way to live.

When I was seven years old while my mom was driving us home from school I told my mom and brother.

You can tell the truth to cover up a lie but you can’t tell a lie to cover up the truth. It’s best to tell the truth because a lie is a waste of time.

My brother kept getting in trouble and I was confused why he kept lying and doing bad things. I decided to tell him what I thought.

I don’t know how to lie and be mean. I am a very patient and mindful person. I love everyone equally and I want everyone to be successful and prosper. My mom loved and cared for me and she taught me to accept myself. She encouraged me to be the best I can be. She never judged me as being like everyone else and that helped me to grow. I can’t think like everyone else can. Autism is a unique experience my mom knew that. She was a very smart person. I believe the smarter you are the easier it is for you to see the truth and understand how things work. Emotional and mental intelligence are the same thing. They work together. I know from personal experience. My IQ score is 200 and above. I understand how it works too. I was born with the ability to adapt and learn quickly. Most people have difficulty seeing the full picture, I do not. I can imagine the possibilities. Also, I am more sensitive then most people are because I am capable of processing my feelings as I choose. I understood how to control myself at a very young age. I had to face anxiety and fear’s. It helped me to learn how to adapt to unusual situations.

Upon the ink from my pen
poetry scratches across this page
with vengeance and vitality.

That like a river overflowing
from its banks, passion floods
from the depths of me.

These pages are evidence of
my poetic crimes, such passion
is like a cut that's deeper than
skin and bone.

Poetry, it's a muse of great
blunder and tragedy.

My lips are locked but my mind is
not. Inspiration grows upon my
silence. Shouts loudly when freed
by writing.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

The possibility lives within yourself.

If you want something enough
to do anything to achieve it
the possibilities are boundless.

To be prosperous and successful
you have to love yourself first
and the rest will follow.

Think of it as your health, your
mind and body are one you have
to care for both as a whole.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the beams my spirit rose,
through the darkness it brightly grows.

Like fireflies twinkling in the
night, my spirit shines.

A beacon of hope and possibilities,
the spirit knows.

Dreams lay the foundation for
growth, as the imagination is
set free it flies beside the
spirit, like a shadow not far behind.

As the spirit grows its wings,
the dark declines slowly as
possibilities shine.

There's no light without
the dark.

There's no dark without
the light.

I am like a firefly,
I burn bright and through the
night I am a beacon of hope for
those who are lost in the dark.

You are not alone, for you
are a firefly too. We all are.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Amongst the grass I am like
a dew drop, shinny and free
I glitz and bling.

Amongst the beaches I am a pebble, I grind and squeek, I ride the tides and suff the turf.

Amongst the stars I am a speck
of dust, I came from unknown,
I bring knowledge and time.

Amongst the trees I am a mushroom, I am small but powerful, my roots are strong
I am part of a system of life.

Amongst the fish I am a shrimp,
I am small but mighty and brave.

Amongst the people I might seem
week but I can make you think,
my poetry is deep and I will
make you dig deeper into the
possibilities.

Amongst the horses I am a unicorn, I am rare and bright,
I am creative and brave. You'll never forget me.

Amongst the little things I can seem larger than life. I wear my heart on my sleeve and my mind
is open to possibilities.

I am autistic.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

The cobwebs settled year’s ago,
the dust gathered on the table,
the placements are falling apart.

After decades of fringe and
grungy textures and dried
ink smeared on the walls my
poetry through the centuries.

My poetic heart is choking
on the ashes left behind.

My violin strings are fragile
and ready to break.

My love song flew away
on the wings of a Lark
looking for it’s heart.

This is my Vintage heart
wrapped in decay.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

I've fallen so far,
lost myself on the way down.

I flew for a moment before
crashing colliding with my
broken heart.

My pieces shattered so easily,
I couldn't find the strength
to put them back together again.

I stayed on the ground for
awhile, the mud and salt
steeped into my lungs, choking
my breath until nothing was left.

Nothing but tears.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Vibrating nerves, scratching
pain traveling up my legs.

Grinding, like sand
gritty mud stuck between
my teeth.

Pounding drums of acking
muscles beating against my
heart.

Burning swollen and red
my pain is a vision of
dreed.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

I am autistic.

I am a wondering leaf on
the breeze of experience.

I never fall because I have
love to catch me.

Being autistic has advantages too.

Like my ability to learn
is quicker and less of a job.

My creativity has no boundaries,
it's a vastness of possibilities.

My honesty is by default,
is stable and secure.

I teach others by sharing awareness.

I have brought people together,
I have helped others with mental
health issues, I've built long
lasting relationships.

Love is prosperity and success
because it builds societies
so be kind to each other and
humanity will prosper.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the rising sun
my soul took flight,
as the morning rolled
in on the foggy view
beams of light woke me
with such a sight.

As the quiet atmosphere
was broken life began to
breathe and woke with
eyes wide open.

The skirt of morning lifted
upon winter's embrace.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Within the darkest hour
ghostly dreams come to life.

The chiming of the clock
the clock strikes 3
the morning rolls in
on a foggy mist and a
chilled breeze.

Like a ghostly breath,
memories linger.

A hiss can be heard from
the room across the hall,
a door creaks and the sound
of a cat running around.

The Christmas tree is decaying
the wallpaper fraying, cobwebs
cover everything.

Darkness lives here, the ghosts
from decades passed celebrating
the season all year round.

Deck the hall’s with rotten
food, drinks are dried the
alcohol evaporated years ago.

Merry Christmas you ghoulish
fiend, may your nightmares
be merry too.

This is a Christmas nightmare
come true.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

When the flowers bloom
without me, my memory
will live on through
their perfumed dreams.

From here life start’s anew,
upon the softest breeze my
ghost travels far and wide.

Every move I make,
every breeze that blows
my way, I leave a little
bit of myself behind.

This unpredictable existence
moves freely, upon my heart
strings it plays fine and
dandy.

My life vibrates into the
vastness of space, I become
a ghost blooming in the gloom.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

I was born on a hot summers
night, 3rd of July on a Friday
9 pm.

With fire in my soul
and future sunrises
waiting to bloom, I
grew.

From the soil of American blue’s,
moody beaches covered in sunbathing bodies, seagulls and seashells of LA and Pismo.

My mom taught me well, I had
a voice and I have a story
to tell.

She raised me on rock n roll
guitar riffs, piano keys
at my finger tips and a voice
like a bell ringing in a tower.

With a bible under my belt,
and black belt karate around
my hips, with yoga on the side
I grew into myself.

Art galleries and canvas rooted
in my mind, from the beginning
I was meant to shine.

I was raised on American soil,
apple pies and biscuits with gravy.

I was soaked in the mud of
the Kern county mountains,
I swam in the river and ran
through the city barefoot
dreaming of a better future.

Poor and sick, but brave and
willing to learn I became
stronger and better than
I ever imagined.

I proved them wrong by
surviving mental illness,
cracking the lock to my
own purpose.

The meaning to life is simple,
to live it to the fullest, too be
brave and bold. Live it well.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the night the poet writes,
within my darkened room
under candlelight all is revealed.

From my ink comes black and blue, with bruises from my passed I stain these walls.

Memories never leave me,
pain and suffering is like a
shadow always following me.

Writing is a release, a bandaid
to help me heal.

These emotional hills are a
struggle to claim, but I grew bat
wings so watch me fly.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

If you are afraid you have to go about life scared but be brave. Don’t be a victim, be a survivor.

Nothing holds you back but fear and ignorance. They walk together. You have a choice what direction you go. Remember it doesn’t matter if you think it’s a bad choice you still have a choice.

Life is too short to always be afraid, but if fear won’t leave you you have to live with it. It’s okay to be afraid. You can be brave. Just keep swimming. Others are beside you. I am here too.

If you are afraid you have to go about life scared but be brave. Don’t be a victim, be a survivor.
----------------------
Upon my tears you fell,
you broke my heart.

Shattered to pieces,
burned to black
life blew away in ashes.

My lows got deeper,
my highs got higher,
my life seemed shallow,
my grave seemed closer.

The sun forgot to shine,
the clouds forgot to move,
the river's edge overflowed,
love forgot me leaving me in
a pile of dirt.

My heart wings broke, no longer
am I able to fly.

Love forgot about me,
it bruised me, it beat
me.

Depression seems to know me
better, but is toxic and painful.

It passes slowly and like molasses,
life flashes before my eyes.

By my surprise a light
blinds me, a reminder
of what is to come.

From deep within my black hole
one word brings me to the surface,
survival.

Be brave and accept yourself,
flaws and all. Scar's and pain
is part of the process.

You have a choice, to gain
muscle or stay week and fragile.

Anyway, I've learned to love myself accepted my flaws and scar's.

Be kind to yourself and others.

Mindfulness brings us together.

Autumn kissed my soul
with her beautiful fall.

My imagination ate the star’s,
as the moon stole the sky.

With bountiful wonder leaping
from my eyes, I am left floating
through the oceans of my dreams.

Autumn wakes, with her brown,
red and orange gowns.

As autumn approaches with eyes
wide-open to greet the earth,
the leafs fell to her feet
as her breath froze the ground,
she woke to winter’s kiss.

As I rise with the tides
my mind begins to drift,
reality is calling, this
dream is ready to lift.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Donald Trump, is that one pumpkin that sits in the middle of the porch after Halloween rotting and stinking like black mold that won’t move. He’s grown into the foundation of the house and now the house is abandoned and deemed haunted by passed Donald Trump’s failures. Now that’s spooky!

Boo! The ghost of Donald Trump’s passed has come to haunt this post.

If you say pumpkin head three times and turn around each time, while holding a pumpkin looking in a bathroom mirror, Donald Trump will appear and start ranting about how he won the election. To make him leave you have to destroy the pumpkin while saying Donald Trump is a pumpkin head three times at the end say loser Trump leave.

Adieu.

Upon a bed of rocks I lay
alongside my pain.

It wakes me early in between
12 and 1 am.

It comes uninvited, cloud’s
gather too, fogging my mind
until I am confused.

A heaviness settles down
upon my brow and chest,
making breathing difficult
and laboured.

Pain separates me from the
outside world, it forces me
to suffer silently and alone.

It’s been awhile since I
felt well and capable.

I am 40 and this year
brought me illness and
pain.

Hopefully next year will be
better.

I’m praying and meditating
to help me deal.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Boop boop, boop that snoot,
meow, meow, boop that snoot.

Fuzzy wuzzy was a cat,
fuzzy wuzzy booped like that,
snoot snoot boop boop,
boop that snoot, happy cat.

Let’s dance, wiggle wiggle wiggle,
wiggle wiggle wiggle, snoot snoot yeah!

Meow like a cat.

Now wiggle wiggle wiggle,
cat ***** be a wiggling like that.

Zoom! Cat be zooming
faster than lightning,
superkitty be frightening
quick and oh so fluffy.

Cat, boop that snoot let’s
dance.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the falling leaf’s of autumn
my inspiration flew.

As the cool kiss of winter
broke the restraints of summer,
the tree’s shake their leaf’s
brown, yellow, orange, red
and green.

The shadows lengthen as the
autumn days roll in on darkening
cloud’s.

The smell of spices and herbs
fell the air, holiday season
is almost here.

My soul is dancing with gay
delight, my eyes daydream
with all the blinking lights.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

There once was a virus
it’s name is COVID, it
infected millions.

On a cool breeze in 2019,
it killed dozens before the
shadows hit the valley’s below.

It’s the most deadly virus,
since the 1800’s.

Doctor’s searched high and low
for treatments, but none came
soon enough.

They fought lack of recourses
and bodies piled high, until the
coffins were all gone and grave’s
too many and too deep to count.

Then in 2021 after they researched,
created a vaccine.

With two stabs and your done,
the vaccines won.

COVID-19 is a deadly virus
get vaccinated everyone!

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

As the sun reveals her
glowing boosm, the star’s
fade into the darkness
as the sun lights
the world bringing life
to the shadows.

Upon the dew drops of mornings
breeze, I am pondering as I am
left wondering within the forest
of ideas within my mind,
and the beauty of the season
breaks the struggle from
the heat of summer.

Adieu to summer, Autumn has arrived.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Within my feverish dreams
lives passed ink smears,
designed by my scar’s.

My blood is the ink,
my passion is the needle
tattooing heartache and
suffering upon this digital
skin.

This grave I’m digging
is of my own design.

Watch me climb higher and
higher! Line by line…

The ghosts pound upon this post,
screaming in silence as I stitch
my design.

With a tear falling down my face
and a whisper from my dreams,
I write this poem.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Riding the waves upon the
sun beams of yesterday,
the star's are colliding
as our systems are failing.

Justice lost its mind
alongside its followers.

The storm has just begun,
the winds are blowing,
rivers are flooding,
ocean's are rising,
COVID is invading.

Will we ever win?

Will we ever become
our dream selves,

Is this life a fleeting explosion
of none scene?

Is it worth the frustration and anxiety?

Who's to stand up for our communities?

Who's responsible for the damages and abuse?

Where's the government?

When people are abusing our screens with uneducated foolish delusional dreams?

Why is no one punishing the
criminals like Margie Greene,
Donald Trump and his supporters?

What happened to the American dream?

Freedom, opportunities and growth
all garbage because of the broken
ideas of broken minds.

America is divided by lies and truth.

Donald Trump never loved you,
he loves nothing but abuse.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

I am that like a dew drop
upon a withering rose,
I’m a bit late to hydrate
its weathered bad,
for death already stole
its last breath.

The perfumed lives of
rose’s, is a lingering
ghost that lives like smoke.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Between the teeth of monster's
grinde the bone and flesh of
forgotten dreams.

As nightmares wake to shadow
and fear, my mind sail's the
oceans chasma deeply driven
by futures pull.

Reality forever leeps forward
into the depths of colliding
waves of experience.

Upon the rim I ride, I tip
slowly into the center of
lucid dreams like a dancer
dancing with its shadow.

These monsters that I create,
grimly I took a leep.

With a mouth full of inky grit
I spit my passion for expression
as poetry leeps onto the pages.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Upon my waking hours,
I become a wildflower.

Slowly as my eyes open,
the mist clears, the fog
roll’s me over the hills
in my mind.

As the sun reveals her
glowing smile, dreams
fade into the darkness
as reality lights the world
bringing life to the shadows.

I am slowly aware of my freedom,
it’s like an itch burning to be
itched.

I am fully bloomed.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

I suffer from chronic illnesses,
it's a lonely path sometimes.

No one can see my pain,
it's like a bent shadow of myself.

Avoid of empathy, compassion
and vice, pain doesn't care about
your life, or your plans.

Pain separates us by it's great
chasm between nerve endings
and it's laboured breathe.

Like a thread, pain vibrates
from one end to another
with little resistance.

It comes uninvited for
pain is no one's friend.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Oh such sorrow upon mornings
break soaks my pillow with
tears of grief.

Darkness vails what I
seek but patients and
company of others softens
the shadows and brings the
light of hope.

My mind wonder’s upon
the possibilities of release
from this doomed existence
that can be so bleak.

It is of heavenly design,
and faith.

To grieve is to know love,
to be released by emotional
stress, its to be freed from
the minds caged thoughts,
seeking meaning.

Ode to grief an unwanted
friend to many.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Oh the seeds we sew,
upon the rows of grain
we weep, hydrating the
life we’ve lived.

Life’s a beach of many
possibilities, each piece
of sand is a possibility
waiting to be harvested.

Our experiences beat upon
the shores, colliding with
ideas and opportunities.

As we dream of higher pastures,
our future waits for us to wake.

Dream no longer, for the future
is ahead always moving forward
pushed by the ever expansion of
space.

We are the idea of what is possible.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

We need imperfections to
grow stronger and smarter.

Mistakes are good if
we learn from them.

God teaches us how to prosper
by making imperfect life forms.

To prosper you need love
for love is prosperity
and success.

God is love.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Wounds heal but scars
are left behind.

It’s up to you if you let
the scars define who you are.

I see scars as being tattoo
of our struggles and survival.

I am proud of my scars.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

We all are bound to circumstance,
a reminder that time is always
moving forward.

The sun always rises,
the moon too as the
tide’s reflect their
pull.

A flower will bloom,
if hydrated and fed.
But never fails to impress.

Life is a constant struggle,
it’s being pushed around by
circumstances, and karma.

The climate in which we create
from our personal experiences
is like a body of water,
it started out as a small
stream grew into a river,
a lake is formed and then
an ocean that leads to
the Sea.

Be a brave dew drop,
for you are a ripple
in time. You cause
hurricanes of change.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Oh Spring,
with your dew drop lips
you beacon me to lookest
down through the clear windows
of morning, I watched as you turn
your angel eyes upon our western
skies, which in full spectrum
the round body of the sun
approaches with her burning *****.

Oh Spring,
the Earth show’s
her blushing cheeks,
and the Lord listens
to our prayers with patience.

The Valleys below;
with green meadows the
sun is peeking through
as the trees are longing
for the light, are turning
up their newly grown leafs.

Up to your bright pavilions
I can imagine the Angles singing
for your coming. They rise to the
occasion, like roses in bloom.

Let your beautiful sun soaked
rays visit Earths clime!
Come over the eastern hills,
until morning turns to nigh.

Let her winds kiss your
perfumed garments;
allow Earth to taste the
morning dew and evening rain;
scatter your richness upon
our barren lands that mourn for
greener pastures.

Oh Spring,
the forthcoming of your fairness
and soft touch's; pour your soft
kisses on the Earth’s surface;
and put your golden crown
upon her languish’d brow,
Whose modest tresses are bound
up for those who fell in love
with your blushing gown.

Oh Spring,
how I waited patiently
for your coming,
you have never forsaken me.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

A desire to live burns
within, it floods into the
depths of forgotten dreams.

Fear grips your mind,
as the monsters follow
behind.

Their breathe of ice
crawls upon your skin,
shivers migrate down your
spine.

Grinding bone and dripping blood,
the monsters mouth gaps wide,
revealing fangs sharp as knifes.

Wings of night, dark shadows
in flight as the moon shines
bright their secrets come into
light.

One bite, one night,
only forever they never die.

Lost souls stolen by the night,
within the ground lies their
dreams, once alive now are ashes
of memories of who they once were.

In between the teeth of angels
lives lust and desire to live
forever.

Vampire!

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

I bent down to reflect
upon the gaping hole you
left.

The chasm is deep and dark,
it devoured your memory
with its monstrous tentacles.

I am no longer your victim,
for I declare victory over my
heart.

I fell the chasm of my wounds
with poetry and my endless prose
hold together the gaps you created.

I stitched together the wounds.

Love, you stole the joy and
mystery from the journey
we started years ago.

You left me with pain and
deep bruises upon my heart.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Follow me under
slow and steady,
lower are you ready?

The shadows are no strangers
to my flight, for we hunt together.

Deep within the night
I take flight, upon
wings of death I come.

You will not see me coming,
lips of fear and eyes of
desire burn through your
mind pulling you into mine.

I am a beautiful monster,
a fanged Mona Lisa with
a heart of dust seeking
blood.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Did I take it too far,
when I gave you my heart?

Digging deep, into the dark
the monster waits, there it
seats ready to eat the love
I gave, with its gaping mouth
it opens wide to take a bite.

Was it all a lie?

You play your games
of manipulation and control.

Do you know how to love?

Or is your heart made from ashes
and charcoal, making sure everyone
chokes on your mud?

The fire you kindle
consumes all who take a seat
at your table of disease.

Did I go too deep,
when I gave you the keys
to my heart?

I was forced to watch as you
drowned in your evil ways,
with the devil by your side,
He consumes everything I loved.

Did I take it too far,
when I gave you my heart?

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

You walk into a ballroom,
people are dancing with lights flashing to beating music.

A cold chill settles on your skin, it makes you shiver.

All eyes are on you,
the bubble pop’s that you keep yourself securely inside.

You realize everyone has turned into shadows with glowing eyes, they are now surrounding you, somehow you moved to the center of the room.

Each face wears a mask,
as they begin to laugh at you.

You can see a black mist moving behind the crowd,
it feels cold and dark.

The faces seem to get closer and back up again, like they are teasing you with their faceless dance.

Silk dresses, and black suits, feathered masks and flowing music surround you.

You dance with the shadows
as you realize you are dreaming.

The sound of feet drag upon the floor, and you can hear everyone breathing in your ear. As they slowly fade into the black mist.

You wake… Its 5 in the morning.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

The smoke rose and the soul released.

They linger for awhile, moaning and
breezing around grazing your skin
with an icy touch.

Like a cold breath of electricity,
the chill is a reminder they are
still here.

Who yah gonna call,
When the ghosts come knocking?

Deep within the walls they crawl,
scratching and tapping.

They invade your dreams, where
it’s icy cold and they torcher
your soul.

You wake with a fright and
the ghost greets you with one
last ghastly scream.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton