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May 2022 · 82
Poetic Justice
Amanda Shelton May 2022
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
May 2022 · 77
Poetic Purpose
Amanda Shelton May 2022
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
May 2022 · 74
Starry Night Dreamer
Amanda Shelton May 2022
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
May 2022 · 109
Butterfly Blues
Amanda Shelton May 2022
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
May 2022 · 64
Fearful Possibilities
Amanda Shelton May 2022
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
Apr 2022 · 81
Love & Darkness
Amanda Shelton Apr 2022
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
Apr 2022 · 89
Earth & Heaven
Amanda Shelton Apr 2022
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
Apr 2022 · 99
How Villains Are Made
Amanda Shelton Apr 2022
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
Apr 2022 · 77
Deep Roll
Amanda Shelton Apr 2022
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
Apr 2022 · 76
Ocean Of Tears
Amanda Shelton Apr 2022
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
Mar 2022 · 347
Miracles
Amanda Shelton Mar 2022
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
Mar 2022 · 87
Autism Separates Us
Amanda Shelton Mar 2022
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
Amanda Shelton Mar 2022
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
Amanda Shelton Mar 2022
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
Amanda Shelton Mar 2022
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
Mar 2022 · 79
Vampire
Amanda Shelton Mar 2022
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
Mar 2022 · 261
Ties That Bind - Broken
Amanda Shelton Mar 2022
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
Feb 2022 · 85
Poetic Matrix
Amanda Shelton Feb 2022
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
Amanda Shelton Feb 2022
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
Amanda Shelton Feb 2022
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
Feb 2022 · 106
Teacher Of Healing
Amanda Shelton Feb 2022
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
Feb 2022 · 394
Grief My Old Friend
Amanda Shelton Feb 2022
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
Feb 2022 · 69
Ruin
Amanda Shelton Feb 2022
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
Feb 2022 · 228
Valentine's Day Poem
Amanda Shelton Feb 2022
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
Feb 2022 · 413
Lying To The Rose
Amanda Shelton Feb 2022
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.
Jan 2022 · 89
Fading
Amanda Shelton Jan 2022
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
Jan 2022 · 208
A Vampires Desire
Amanda Shelton Jan 2022
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
Jan 2022 · 141
My Vision For The Future
Amanda Shelton Jan 2022
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
Jan 2022 · 517
I'm Okay
Amanda Shelton Jan 2022
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
Amanda Shelton Jan 2022
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.
Life is like a bull sometimes you got to take it by the horns and ride it until it's done fighting. Move with it. Be the bull.
Jan 2022 · 58
Poet
Amanda Shelton Jan 2022
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
Jan 2022 · 77
You Are The Possibilities
Amanda Shelton Jan 2022
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
Jan 2022 · 306
Firefly
Amanda Shelton Jan 2022
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
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.
Dec 2021 · 125
Amongst The Little Things
Amanda Shelton Dec 2021
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
Dec 2021 · 219
My Vintage Heart
Amanda Shelton Dec 2021
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 edited this poem for spelling errors. My phone was having problems when I posted the original. Spell check ***** sometimes. 👍
Dec 2021 · 118
Nothing But Tears
Amanda Shelton Dec 2021
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
Dec 2021 · 82
Dreadful Pain
Amanda Shelton Dec 2021
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
Amanda Shelton Dec 2021
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
Dec 2021 · 111
Morning - A Poem For Winter
Amanda Shelton Dec 2021
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
Dec 2021 · 73
Ghostly Christmas
Amanda Shelton Dec 2021
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
Nov 2021 · 63
Ghostly Flower
Amanda Shelton Nov 2021
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
Nov 2021 · 97
Made In The USA
Amanda Shelton Nov 2021
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
Nov 2021 · 1.3k
Darkness I Write
Amanda Shelton Nov 2021
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
Nov 2021 · 71
Living For Now
Amanda Shelton Nov 2021
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.
Be brave!
Nov 2021 · 82
Depression
Amanda Shelton Nov 2021
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.
I wrote this about my struggle with depression. I have suffered abuse and it caused me depression that lasted for years. I was 25 when I started winning my fight and by the time I was 30 I was done with it. I know how to deal with my depression, it's not something I can forget or regret. I need to accept it and keep going. Depression is a unique experience for everyone. We all experience reality through rose colored glasses. Remember that you are not alone. Humanity is a whole community. We are living on a heartstring of emotions. Mindfulness is important because we are a society. Love is prosperity and success because it builds societies so be kind to each other and humanity will prosper. It starts with you. Love yourself too.
Nov 2021 · 292
Autumn Dreams
Amanda Shelton Nov 2021
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
Nov 2021 · 93
A Funny Scay Story
Amanda Shelton Nov 2021
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.
Donald Trump is the worst president ever yet he blames everyone else for his failures. The whole world knows it too. Donald Trump is a clueless idiot. He’s so uneducated and delusional he doesn’t realize how hated he is. He’s banned from social media. That’s a big red flag he’s a stupid abusive pumpkin head. I am getting fed up with seeing his face online. I wrote this. It's what I thought after watching YouTube videos.
Oct 2021 · 956
My Struggle
Amanda Shelton Oct 2021
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
I edited a spelling error. I am using my phone to post and spell check likes to post whatever it likes. It doesn't happen often so I don't check my posts after publishing. I am going to start reading my post before publishing them. ❤️🙂
Oct 2021 · 494
Cat Boop That Snoot Dance
Amanda Shelton Oct 2021
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
This is inspired by all of the cute cat videos and memes I’ve seen.
Amanda Shelton Oct 2021
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
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