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

I’m not afraid of the dark,
how can a star be afraid of
the dark?

We are born fighters, its our
responsibility to grow up
and build strong foundations.

Don’t be afraid of the fall,
all stars must fall to rise again.

We transform into wishes and dreams.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the sun kissed beams,
you came to me as I rose
from my slumbering dreams.

My diamond shaped heartache,
tougher than nails but just
as sharpe, it cut me deep.

My porcelain heart cracked
and started to fall apart.

I bled black, as the moon
swoons and gets drunk off
my pain. The moon is always
smiling in his orbital bow.

As the shadows stretch and
the light dims we say goodbye,
once again.

I watch as my love sail’s off
into the ocean of time.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Nobody is looking at
the Goth girl nextdoor,
She’s living in the shadows
away from the light, for the
light burns her skin.

Nobody is looking at
the Goth girl nextdoor,
Who once wished to be normal
behind the closed curtain’s.

Nobody sees the pain I’m in,
for my pain is underneath my skin.

Nobody nows the struggle I bare,
my unique condition bares it all
for you to witness.

Nobody is looking at
the Goth girl nextdoor,
as I bare witness to all
you share.

Behind my screen and darkened home
my passions reveal it all line by line.

My walls fall only at night,
undercover of the stars is where
I roam and take flight.

Nobody is looking at
the Goth girl nextdoor,
I am comfortable in my
shadow cool and collected.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Dear Pain, I am not your friend,
I am not your damaged property.

Dear Pain, I am not your friend,
healing is my responsibility.

Dear Pain, you crawled deep into
my depths, I grew a thicker skin
for you.

Dear Pain, I suffered through
burning agany in your name.

I never lost myself, I built string’s
to attach myself to my own destiny.

I am no fearful child, anymore.

I’ve witnessed so much,
I faced my fear’s
over and over again,
until they are no more.

Dear Pain, you’re no friend of mine,
you are my enemy.

I am going to let you burn,
I am going to fight your
push and shove.

Dear Pain, I am opening the door
so you can leave.

Pain you’re no friend, you’re my enemy.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

I had a dream of
possibilities, a
different future
for me.

I never dreamed about
the pain I suffer now,
life has other plans for me.

I am guided by the Lord,
patients and gratitude
are my paths.

I had a dream of a
different outcome,
but life pushes me
aside forcing me to
ride and learn how to
move beside its rolling
waves.

My dreams are made of
childhood ignorance,
rooted deeply in personal
foolishness of selfish wants.

I am human after all,
I am still separate from
you but similar.

I am always watching and
learning from others.

My pain is an unwanted companion.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the line I lay down
my heart, it beats fast
and very deep.

Emotion’s seep from
the depths of me.

It poor’s out so easily,
like a flood a wave break’s
the ****, I am forced to
release the passion that
swell’s with in.

Poetry pools upon this page,
gathering slowly as I reveal
the deepest parts of my reality.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Upon words truth can fly,
as so many others spit out lie’s.
Like dragons protecting their
egos, they drink the views
and soak up the fire like it’s
their only desire.

On the edge of society live
the mad and insane, the internet
is not to blame. People control the
platform on which we stand today.

Our future depends on if we can change
those who claim to want to rule
this board game of life.

If we fail we still have to fight.

Freedom is our goal, for our brothers and sisters fought mightily and bravely for our future.

It is important to stand strong as
a community.

Peace starts with one word, love.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the beams of light
the stars dance with such
delight.

As the moon swoons and
bows he wipes his dusty
brow, shakes is luner *****
for the people on the Earth's
ground.

The stars wink and pass by
in a trail of gas and carbon.

A beautiful sight to behold,
as wonder twinkles in each
eye.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Amunst the books I am most comfortable
for paper and ink never judges me.

It takes me to possibilities of
vast knowledge and brings me to a
special journey to the center of
my imagination.

I fought battles with bat people and
Joan Of Arc. I swam in alien oceans
and flew with fleet’s of flying fish
that came from my imagination leaping
forth from the depths of the pages.

I wrote some of these stories.

Books have secrets waiting to be
discovered you just have to get
passed the cover.

My ability to write poetry
brought me to the edge of
my creativity.

My poetic plot’s are hydrated
by my inspiration and muse books
upon books.

I’ve got hundreds piled inside
my vast memory bank.

I have no need to make space
for my brain is wired differently.

Reading is good practice for writing,
for a good writer can dissect how
another writer creates their own plots.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

It knocks upon my right side of my head,
with a grip of pain deeper than my grave.

It grabs me by the eyeball
scratching and pulling.

It brings its claws of vice,
pokers of searing agany
to scorch my nerves causing
my body to quiver and quake.

My screams are silent,
My agany glooms while doom
consumes everything with pain.

My painful reality looms over
my life, waiting in the dark
to strike.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

As the feeling rises from
the depths of me, I guess feelings can travel too
freely.

My heart is blind, impatient
and frozen. I am waiting
for you.

This cage time has created
keeps me trapped.

A ghost of a memory
still lives on in some
long forgotten time.

I can imagine it is true.

Your lost kisses are mine
to find. After all, my heart
is like a pocket watch,
it ticks for you.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Dear depression, I forgave you
but never forgot you.

Dear depression, you beat me up
left me lonely and drowning in
the fog.

I ran from you,
I swam far into the
crashing waves for you,
I got lost within your
gray clouds.

You lied to me,
you stabbed me,
you crushed my inspiration
and caused me frustration.

You stole my self-esteem,
blew my heart away like
a leaf, it slowly faded
into the breeze.

I claimed your highest mountains,
I crawled through your thorny roses,
I fight your shadows of sadness.

Dear depression, I am saying goodbye
for I’ve gotten to the other side.

The signs say farewell, at the end
it says welcome to possibilities.

Now I am greeted by a smile
it’s my souls reflection.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

The pain I suffer is great
but my fight is stronger than
the pain.

My nerves are damaged beyond
repair but I still find the
will to keep breathing.

It’s not easy my friends,
pain is exhausting and
heavy.

It feels like I am burning
itching and hot pokers are
stabbing me.

My nose is running and I sneeze
more often, mucus builds up with
a scratchy throat.

I don’t have a cold or flu,
its just how my body reacts.

Doctor’s don’t know what to do,
they are learning too.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the rising sun,
my pain has begun.

Within the night
I take flight.

Upon the breeze I am
like a sneeze, I blow about
searching for relief.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

I woke to vibrating feet,
choking on mucus and pain,
blurred vision slowly focusing.

I am like a moonflower,
I should bloom with the
rising sun, my roots
are strong and pliable.
But my blooms are night blossoms.

Sometimes the ocean flood’s
the valley, I am left floating
forced to follow the waves.

I have learned to be calm
and enjoy the view.

Though, patience was the hardest
to achieve, it starts with acceptance.

Acceptance is like a double edge sword,
it is stronger but harder.

If I wasn’t determined like I am,
I would have given up before I started.

I am willing to climb mountains in
pain and blood. My drive is powerful.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

This is one of my blooming
thoughts from creativity
I have been cultivating
for some time.

It’s become rooted in
ideas and technology.

Yeah, I have a story to tell,
a word painting dripping with
blood and tears I’ve collected
over the years.

Suffering hydrates my poetic garden, of blue wildflowers and yellow oceans of daisies; they lay deep in the plots of my mind.

The roots try to sacrifice
for pain, suffocating my
creativity but it explodes
into blossoming lines of
expression everytime.

Without poetry I would have
exploded with emotional stress, and silence would have
killed my ideas.

This post would be empty and
nothing, without my blossoming expression’s.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Petty things are a waste of time.

I don't waste my life on petty things.

I've been criticized three times on this website, for
small errors.

I am using a cell phone and spell check is horrible. It's not my fault if I have small errors.

If you don't like it you can unfollow me and leave.

I don't need grammar ****'s up inside my creative space, no one does.

Poetry is supposed to be a free flow of expression not criticized and damaged.

There's many different forms of writing because it's an art form of free expression.

I am proud of myself because I have to work harder than the average person to write like I do. I was born silent and communication is hard for me to do because I am autistic.

If you are going to waste your life on such pettiness you should rethink your destination. No one wants to be around a troll or a pushy Bee trying to sting everyone because they are uncomfortable with being imperfect.

We are living in a time of technology and science, it is
partly our responsibility to keep poetry growing.

We should be trying to renovate and preserve
the medium not attack it
by criticizing the creators.

Why waste time on worrying if we are using ,;'. the way everyone else does?

Why not use the imperfect structure as a character experience instead?

Language is diverse in many ways, it's not set in stone.

That's why we add to the dictionary building upon the mother's tongue.

It brings better format's and opportunity to grow our skills.

If you are going to leave comments in my posts to correct me, I will block you.

Unless I spelt something that is cursing and fawl don't say anything please. It's not my fault spell check is buggy.

People need to think before responding.

Be kind to each other.

Rising slowly below the sun,
the heat burns me but still
I run.

My heart is beating loudly
to the drums, life is crazy
we all are on the run.

Working to ash and bone,
grinding flesh and burning
slow.

Work like thefts we’ve got
to reap what we sew or
die on the hamsters wheel
we all are forced to run.

Drinking sweat and blood,
losing sanity to the flood.

Humanity is digging fast,
not fast enough to get through
the mud, the drought is faster
its ******* up all the revenue.

Run bunny run, the hole is
closing fast, you better hurry
before the sun devours everyone.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton