Sometimes I wonder the poetic
forest’s of my mind, I ponder.

Is the poetic dreams I conjure
made up of wasted time?

Are my words reaching your
radio static, and your nimble
ears that lean in just a little,
to take a nible from my table?

Can you hear me?
Can you read my expressions?
Am I getting through loud
and clear?

Hello out there!

As you approach the dragons
den, I spew my poetic fire
into your pits of desire and
it burns for awhile.

You can see its flames
waving in your eyes reflection.

I am a weak flame getting hotter
but exhausted from the need
to kindle the inferno.
But here I am still standing
strong, stronger than ever, feeding
the dragon its poetic treasures.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

I am one of the shadows
growing in the dark
surviving off the grunge.

Rot and decay visits
me often, like two old
friends we have coffee
and tea every morning.

I reflect on the
coming weeks as today
fades away.

As I awaken dawn comes
walking through my door
as if invited.

I would rather live in the
sunshine cruising on
the beach barefoot in
a cotton gown that reachs
my ankles.

The sunshine likes to
bite me leaving red bruises
upon my skin. I still go walking
even though it leaves marks
and possible scares.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the oceans of my mind
I am guided by its tide,
it pushes me to the shore.

God uses me to guide others
who are willing to listen.

I was blessed with provision,
its a beacon that grows
upon my faith.

Like a candle lit in my window
I am always seated at the table,
I am waiting for his return.

It’s your decision if you
follow the light, it’s your
choice if you believe in
the power of the LORD.

As for me, I am faithful
I will follow God’s son
who is in heaven waiting
for us.

Jesus Christ is the candle
he lights the path and
shows you his scares,
proving his status is
with the heavenly father.

I cary a gift and I share
parts of it with you all.

It’s a simple gift of
understanding and love.

May my prayers be a rock
for a stronger foundation
for my beautiful nation.

God bless you all.

Aman!

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

I am deeply grateful for
rewrites, edits and
progression for they lead
to breaking my oppression.

Spelling and grammar was never
my gift, poetry taught me understanding and expression.

Along the lines of poetic
formation I’ve caught the
breaks that show my mistakes.

I am not ashamed of my past
errors for I understand
I am not perfect in anyway
shape or form. I do not expect
much from myself, for pride
breaks the mold before it is
sold.

I look back at my work
to revise it’s mold
learning and developing
a stronger understanding
of a possible growth.

Words are my best friend,
adieu adieu my passionate
friend.

A capulet that cascades
from my mind, looding
the pages of time as
the poetic lines collide
with my visions of expression.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

I am not just a poet,
I am a rose bud
wishing for a dream.
My poet blooms when
I express my appreciation
for my craft.

That like a seed,
my poetic vision
plants an idea
within your life
breaking the cage
you’ve build to
secure your own poetic
possibilities in your
mind.

I am always developing
my plots for future
poetic gardens for you
to cultivate and consume.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

My suffering you ignored,
you left me at the door,
I walk alone, as your
shadow lingers on the
emotions I feel.

Grief my old friend,
you settle down so often
you are never far behind me,
your scares are deep
the pain goes deeper.

Hello my old friend,
I haven’t forgotten
the last time we had
spoken, it wasn’t long ago
that you came knocking
on my door.

Hello Grief,
welcome.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

There’s a tear in my heart
where your lies left a mark
now the burning pain
escapes from the wounds.

Like a monster in the depth
of night its left salivating
waiting like a wolf in
the dark, hunting in the
shadows.

Love struggles to win,
thorny roots choke and
smoother, like a fragile
porcelain heart it crumbles
and falls apart under
the pressure.

Through the gaping wounds
comes memories of you,
it hurts, it burns,
it dies a long with your
lies.

Like vultures they come
they lick at their lips,
they sniff and scratch,
leaving nothing but pain,
damage and decay.

Love struggles to win,
digging deeper and deeper
down into the ether of
wade.

Slowly it fades, nothing but
shallow pain scratching my head
eating my heart leaving me
to die and falling apart.

Such a fragile heart, beats
slower and slower, aching for
departure of the suffering
you deployed.

You owe me love and support.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

We all float down here.
Like cigarettes wafting
in the air.

Its a killer dealing you
the last blow.

It murders your interests
and relationships with its
greedy smile.

Like a monster lurking
behind the bin it
waits until you are
weak and tired
to strike you down.

So don’t forget
the scares its
given for that’s
when the monster
is driven.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Goodnight.

Upon the setting sun
rose my dreams.

It breathed life into
my fleeting mind
as poetry leaped
forth to format reality.

It became an idea
that grew into a
blooming poetic vision.

As darkness fades
reality wakes
so does the poet
in me.

Until the dawn farewell.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Misty fog rolling in
from the Sea, upon its
frozen kiss I cultivate
my heart.

I fought for love
upon the rolling waves
of chaos and change.

I fought decay as
rot stole my true
loves kiss with a
breath of ash, as
my wish crashed
to the bottom of
emptiness.

Love found your lips
riding on the Sea
in a lovers ship.

Our souls were caught
tossing and turning
over and over again
upon the waves of chaos,
bold and brave just
the two of us.

Anitthis-death stole my
wish, love rose from the
ashes.

Only to fall again
for one last fight,
for one last stand,
for one last kiss.

Beyond the nightly
mist, our ship rides
into the night forever
together lovers
under cover of the
darkened sky’s
star crossed lovers ride.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the passing of time
I am slowly depleting
my cells vibrating gradually
expanding my existence beyond
my skin, mind and body.

I am like a star, burning
fuel as I collide with life
pushing farther into the vastness
of space, time and the infenant
continum of my existence.

My impacte is that like a
grazing cow, my imagination
chews upon reality spewing
knowledge from my philosophical
mind into the chasm of my unique
reality. It grows in the passage
of time.

As I struggle in my profound
rose bed, plotting my seasonal growth.
The poet in me arches forward
in an attempt to express itself.

With my poetic fingers crucified
for my style and format
I suffer for my artist and
I share the bruises
life has to offer me.

I am the Gothic muse
a shadow rose, I leave behind
a poetic perfume, with notes
of passion and the slow weathering
petals of my budding expressions.

Like a caged bird I’ve
flown the coop breaking free
from my caged mind.

I traveled the world of
my imagination may times
before, and upon my dreams
I’ve awoken to the possiblity
of a broken ideology
of the worlds sinful nature.

Its cruel and callous in its
abused status of corruption
and its waning actions feeding
the masses with lies and deception.

These are sad times, indeed
but still the sun will rise
and the moon wanes and space
continues to grow making room
for new structures and the cycle
to go on until the end of time.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the wind
travels my words,
it is my responsibility
to be mindful of what
I speak for the universe
hears everything.

Words are powerful,
like the seasons upon
the breeze live the
winds of change.

I carry the news,
it depends on what
I chose to say.

We all do.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Upon true loves kiss
I leave you my wish,
loves whisper sweet
and tender.

Within my dreams you
leave a sweet perfume,
a reminder of your tender
touch and lovers hug.

So precious and true,
love never has forgotten
you, for my kiss follows
your heart, I am always
beside you whispering
to you, my sweet heart
so true.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Honesty is built on trust,
bedrock and stone.

To build a city
you need communication,
straight forward instructions,
and people with different skills for each task.

A team builds a support,
a foundation.

A structure can fall a part
but without an honest blueprint
there’s nothing you can do.

Lies break infrastructure
causes cracks within the
foundation and fragile
walls that have no support
beams. They have no support
nor care for your desires.

So why would you follow
a liar or crook through a fire?

Wouldn’t you rather survive
and know the status of your
family members?

How does war put out the fire?
Have you ever seen a war
that ended without death
or burning infrastructure?

Peace is the winner of the raise,
it brings patience freedom and
prosperity. Honesty can bring peace and strength.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Upon a thought I ride,
my visions I do not hide.

I am what I am,
a brave poet and artist,
I survive this chaotic process.

My heart is pure
nothing can change
my naive mind.
I’v learned how to
except my unique
process and the
ignorance of the world
to my design.

To be autistic is like
being an alien in a
chaotic world of shady
trees we call humanity.

Most find it uncomfortable
to be around a truly honest
person like me.

I do not sugar coat
or fib, sarcasm is nothing
more than a beat around the bush.

I find it rude and disrespectful
for people to be dishonest
and dance underneath the bushes
as if you can hide from me.

My mind is very much aware
of the details in the envirernment
and the shady business you
display.

Most people wear a mask,
trying to cover up their
craft, but as for me I am
too busy being me I am
more interested in how
the bees buzz and hum,
I am always creating,
crafting ideas for you
to see.

I love you all so very much,
my heart is open to all
who wants to share the love.

To be an autistic
is like being the oddball
I am always a bit flat but
I bounce higher and I am
the best friend who listens
and shares comfortably.

If you are nice to me
I will be your best friend
forevere, for once I fall
in love I can’t change how
much I care.

I am what I am,
you get what you get,
no shady business do
I display. I am always
exposed free and uncaged,
I light fires in your mind
and I remind you have
your blessings.

I understand you are ignorant
like me but I am willing to
be straight forward I don’t
care what people think, for
I don’t know what you think.

Unless you explain to me
what your mingling upon,
I am ignorant to a default.

Some people call me special
I call it blah blah blah!
I never felt comfortable
with being called special,
for I think you are the special
ones, you are the ones who
have difficulty understanding
me. I’ve tried to submit to
your protocols sadly my
programming is more difficult
and complex.

Not even I can
rewire my mind.

Autism is not a disease nor
a handicap or illness,
its a different kind of brain
a motherboard of colorful designs
of beep boop mixtapes with poetic
lyrics waiting to be seen by
all of you who come to read my
tapestry of expression.

Its not the autistic person’s fault
you don’t understand our communications,
its your fault for not being mindful
of the autistic process and
our unique expressions.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

The moon has a vision
of a quill and paper
resting upon a poets
writing table.

Upon the poets arrival
the window opens revealing
the table where inspiration
is birthed.

The poet becomes a
philosopher upon
the setting sun,
the mind burns with poetic
desire while the moon
bows and smiles with
delight.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

I bring to you
Good News.

God has a plan for you.

Be mindful of his presence,
grace and mercy.
For he is, was,
and forever will be.

He’s our heavenly Father
above as below on Earth,
he’s given you breath
and a home.

Forgiveness and mercy
is his gift.

Freedom is his mercy,
love and compassion.

Be faithful and spread
the word as I do.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

For those who are suffering and feel alone, for those whom are forgetful of God’s blessings this is a reminder. I am a faithful believer and I bring you the Good News. God never forgets its us who forgets to open the door for God. God has never left you, its you who left God out in the cold. God is the church, he’s the alter and Omega. He’s beyond your imagination and all others bow to he who forever shines like the sun. He blinds us with his brilliance and beauty. He should be your foundation at all times. For we are the sinful fools and he is the forgiveness that we need to achieve peace. Let go of your expectations and allow God to fell the empty spaces replacing the trash and sin you collected. Be blessed and understand you deserve it because God believes you do. Blessings are upon you for you are a child of God.

Upon the waves of despair
I’ve been riding its
chaotic tide.

My tears drowned my fears
as sorrow pushes me over
the edge.

My dreams are darkly lit
but my heart brings
me into the light
of reality.

A dream is but a dream,
a life is but a flame burning
until its exhausted.

Until the dawn
my love will remember
me as a perfumed dream.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Upon my sorrows you
came and sat, you stole
my heart and played your
evil games.

You lied straight to my face
with your half baked smile.

You kissed my cheeks
but left me with tears
and burning pain.

You said sorry after
breaking my heart once
again. 1,2,3 and again!
You go at me with your
whip of lies.

After all these years
seems forever, you still
make the same excuses
and never admit to causing
the damages.

All I hear from you
Okay,
ok,
yeah,
you're right,
I know...
Nothing more.
So so.

But never an action do you
stain, after all your fictional
claims of being an honest man
you haven't changed.

Upon my broken heart
your memory is stained,
forever a scare you left
behind your broken shame
for me to bandage up
and try to heal.

Only you can stop this pain,
its a personal journey
of self discovery upon
the road to recovery.

I've set up the paths you need,
I've given you a beacon
a guide to the right decision.

That's all I can do,
my love.

Addiction is never a clean
road, it's full of damaged
lives and suffering.

The road to recovery is full of
scares that are healing, bruised
lives that are dealing.

In the beginning it's rocky
and dangerous, over time
you can learn how to
heal and make a healthier
life decision.

Upon the rays of God
you will find peace of mind
but only if you invite him
in, open your door and windows
to his grace and mercy
allow God to replace the addictions and your bad decisions.

All I desire is for
you to be healthy and
make good decisions.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

I am a writer
a recorder of life,
through poetry I breathe
twice, once in body
again through poetic lines.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

If you knew how hard you’d fall
would you change?

If you knew the Earth would
fight would you change?

What cause and effect would
make you want to change?

If you choked on a cigarette
would you change?

If the sun burnt your head
would you change?

Upon these times you live
like a shadow amongst other
shadows, all slowly fades
into the night.

Would you change if needed?

We all make mistakes,
we all grow and develop,
we all go back to the wind
to live our lives.

Upon the rising sun
I am reminded of my
future and song.

I am a writer
a recorder of life,
through poetry I breathe
twice, once in body
again through poetic lines.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Upon your lies you built
our relationship, it’s
foundation is too fragile
to support our lives together.

You make excuses to use
broken ideas and evil
blueprints all in the name
of addiction.

You replaced me with
the devil, you cheat on
me with your sinful ways.

You said okay
to everything but
never do what you
agreed to.

You act like I should
forget what you do
but you don’t care
about my faith.

I forgive you
but that doesn’t mean
I should forget.

You know right from wrong
but you choose to lie to
everyone including God.

If you are faithful
you wouldn’t do harmful
things.

I’ve been supportive of you
but not your bad behavior.

You are lying to yourself
if you expect me to stay
and watch you slowly waste
away.

It hurts my heart
to watch you lie
and have no shame
for what you do.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the hot beams of sunlight
I bring my heart as the dawn
beckons me to your arms.

I am reminded of your memory
as mornings first breathe
is taken upon my senses it
rises as I awaken.

That like a seed
love grows and roots
itself upon our bed
of hearts building
a plot for the future.

The roots grow stronger
with the struggles and
adventures we experience
together.

Upon loves flight we are its capulets
of two star crossed lovers.

A poetic love like no other.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Upon my pillow I left
my sorrows, soaked with
tears my dreams drown
my pain.

As the shadows lengthen
and slowly steals the light
I lit my candle as a reminder
of the burning passion
we have for each other.

We are never too far apart,
for the strings attached to
our hearts fell the spaces
between us with
beautiful music.

As the sun sets upon
the night, each star that winks
is a reminder of our love
we have for each other.

Your memory never fades,
for our hearts are rooted
deeply in loves chasm.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Love is a dream that is
too afraid to live
beyond sleep but still
awakens.

Love is a passion that
burns like a candle
lit for the broken hearts
as a reminder of its beauty.

Love is like a snowflake
it comes upon a breath of
change that becomes a reminder
of the coming days.

Love is powerful,
it can break in its
fragile state but it also
heals and brightens the night
with its brilliant ideas
and powerful wave.

Love is like a river
it flows through the
mountains and valley below
with its powerful pressure
it moves earth causing change.

Love can move mountains,
waken dreams, and brighten
the darkest of days.

Love is available to all
who embrace its touch
with open arms.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the falling rain
lives my heart,
with the broken beams
of light pain fades away,
with a passing breeze
the clouds depart
revealing your face.

Oh love, how I miss you.
Let me remind you
I will never forget you
and your forget me not kisses
and embraces.

Love lasts as long as you
embrace its memory.

Far from this place once lived
two lonely hearts, between
the empty spaces they
collided like two falling stars,
filling every inch with
passion and beating heartstrings
playing their song.

You never fade;
you forever live within
the empty spaces between
light and dark, for
you are a brightening star.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Beyond tomorrow
onto the marrow
lives my sorrow
and pain.

It’s always flooding
with rain and the clouds
never fade. Yet I am
a survivor and brave.

I bring my umbrella
and meditation with great
breathing techniques
to help me through the
hard times.

Sometimes the shadows
settle for awhile, I’ve
learned to be calmer and
at peace with restful nights.

Within my restless hours
I am inspired, deeply
expired yet not tired
enough to sleep.

My weathered mind
tick’s on upon
the last hours of
the nightly dreams
I should be experiencing.

Yet I become one of the
shadows lurking about
the dark. Not extinguished
for I still burn bright
like my past bridges
I’ve left behind.

No regrets but embarrassments
light up my cheeks.
We all of those blushing
moments like these.

Beyond the sun’s ray
I come riding on the moons
beams. I am a star upon
the stage just for awhile.

Long breathes drag on
hour after hour,
line by line, beyond
the horizon of tomorrow
lives my tears and sorrows.

Fading with the light
raising upon my return to
life.

Good morning my marrow.
What tithings you bring
of golden rays and silver
linings. Ting!

© 2019 Amanda Shelton

In perpetual darkness lives
the muse.

I am it's candle I lit up
the room and revealed
its beauty to the world.
To you...  

I am the light that
brings poetry to life,
I am like a shadow
I redirect the light
bringing you my beautiful
write.  

With gay delight my words
take flight, it sings for you
with love and life.

With a deluge of emotion
and ink this muse comes to life.

From, The Poet and Gothic Muse
I am weathered but still
standing strong.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Oh how much I love you.

Upon the rays of the
burning sun you came,
you crashed into my chasm
of darkly lit rooms
and lit up the dark
like the candle you are.

You brought me a river of
love and change, you reminded
me I will never be alone again.

You are as a cloud to my rain,
you are a wick for my flame,
you are the missing piece
to my puzzle, you are
the breeze to my calmness
and weaves.

You cary me in the safety
of your arms, you keep me
dry upon the falling of
the rain.

You are my love.
My best friend till the end,
my true love.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Upon my suffering you sat,
like a **** on a string,
you pull and tug on me
until I fall apart
at the seams.

You stole my heart,
you stole my security
and claimed it as your
domain.

You blame me for your
actions as if there's
an excuse for your abuse.

You start out kind
and generous but
you ask for interest
even though I've given
you my deposit in full.

You turn our relationship
upside down, you want my
full support but never
give me the same
instead you leave me
underneath the ruins
of our damaged relationship.

I work hard to keep
our relationship stable
yet you break the table.

You don't bring me
stability and care,
instead you just stand
there expecting me to
move for you.

I've been neglected
in my time of need,
for your games and
depression.

You have replaced me
with your shadows and
controllers.

You treat me like you
have no need for me,
as if I never was there
and my feelings mean nothing.

You run circles around me,
you are always too busy,
you act like I never
said anything, or
I am not there at all.

My tears land on the ground,
for you are never around to
catch my pain.

My heart aches for
the time you will finally
be supportive and show me
the love you claim to have
for me.

You don't seem to hear me,
even though I am screaming.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

When they called me broken,
I knew.

When they called me slow,
I just went faster still
as the cracks grew and
my walls fell, upon the
foundation I still built
my church, I became stronger
upon the rising of the ruins
of the broken.

When they lied and told you
I will never be able to,
I proved to you I am
better than average
I can do whatever I choose.

When the devil knocks at
my door I am too busy
inside having church
with my faith and
Jesus Christ, I never
open the door for evil.

The devil stood like stone
and I never took time
to allow him to animate
and cause damage to my faith.

Within the ruins I stand
for the future of my life
I cultivated my roots
made room for the light,
So the truth shinned
like a diamond burning
in your mind.

Dear Almighty Lord,
I give a breath for
your time, a prayer
for your sign, and
a foot for the roads
you helped me to design.

I gave my life to Christ,
I allowed him to wash
me clean from all my sins
and future suffering.

I learned how to forgive
myself so I can forgive
them for their lies.

I learned how to take control
of my life, I am stronger
and better than I ever was.

There is nowhere else to go
but forward, so I keep
marching upon the line
on which the LORD laid out
for my destination and
future foundations.

Today leads to tomorrow
and beyond, I am the future
for the days ahead.

I am like a pebble
I ripple across the
pond effecting the
other pebbles that
live on the same ripple.

I stay faithful
for nothing can
waiver upon my love
for God.

Its personal.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the blowing wind
lives my Autumn dreams.

With a delightful glee
my soul took flight
as the breeze stole
my heart.

The whispering pines
swooshed and bowed,
the dirt grew into
a foggy cloud, as
Autumn changed her
gown.

Greens turned brown,
purple, and deep red
as the leafs shimmied
to the chilled ground.

The shadows slowly lengthened
as the night creeped,
crawling beside the sun
before saying farewell
to his brother he kissed
the sky with his full moon smile.

The stars winked
and the sun swooned
as the moon stole the
hour.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the rising steam
carries my allergies,
relieving my lungs
from the sticky junk.

Breathing killed my
passion for running,
stealing my energy like
a vampire steals blood
from the living.

Asthmatic I am,
I suffer because I am
allergic to the breath
of life.

The air outside attacks
me with no remorse or
thoughts of my life.

Asthma is a deadly disease,
it steals my breath and
chokes me when I least
expect it to strike.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

You are a thorn in my side,
a bruise that never heals,
you are a knife stabbing
me in the back after you
already attached.

You are a rock in my bag,
a piece of dirt in my sandwich,
you are a virus to my sinuses
and you never supported
my feelings, instead you
turned it into your personal
attack.

You cause me anxiety
and stress until my
blood pressure rises
through the roof.

You don’t care about my pain
or the suffering you claim.

You push me away
with your sensory games,
you never bring peace and quiet,
instead you turn up the volume
causing me to seizure and
blister.

I’ve given you chance after chance,
yet you never change your attack’s
or your directional haze.

You keep playing your evil games,
you don’t care about setting
the table, or cleaning your place.

You make a mess of your life
causing me to suffer too.

I will forever be a puppet
to you, you pull on my strings
like a **** pulling the trigger.
Bang!!!

Our shadows rest under
the trees as our memories
soak within its roots.

Love knew where to find
us, it found us when
we needed it the most.

Like the seasons it
changes it grows, it
hydrates our lives.

When its roses weather
and droop, instead of
dying it morphed into
you and I for our love
soaked into the roots.

Forevermore you and I,
like the roots of a tree
it digs deeper to survive.

Love and life together
forever.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the first beating breath
of the universe we expanded
into a blooming existence.

Forever was never included
in the first beating minutes
of our lives, we suffer for it.

We learn how to live
with it, acceptance is
the lesson.

We learn to become a shadow
of our fears, death follows
behind our footsteps and
awareness frightens us as
a reminder.

Aww, the suffering of consciousness
is that like a cool breeze,
it reminds us of our status
in life and age.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

How can you breathe if life
tries to smother you?

Well, I breathe deeper
and slower, I learned
how to hold my breath longer,
I don’t panic at the disco,
I keep calm and collected.

Life is beautiful and fragile,
like a porcelain heart
its known to creak and
fall apart. But if you use
the best glues and thread
your life can be brilliant
and strong.

Mind you your no Superman
or some superhuman, but
you can be anything you
want to be.

The only thing holding you
back is your heavy self-esteem,
letting go of regret and
learning from it instead,
that is what will pave
your path to success.

Don’t let life smother
you, you jump higher,
you build your own wings,
you train yourself to
be better, you smother
the fire that burns
your bridge’s before
they collapse under pressure.

Fight for survival
be the best you can be.

You want to travel the world?
All you need is a plane ticket
and your things, make friends
and work hard, don’t forget
your destination.

Life’s a bucket of water,
it’s always running over
or running out, building a
motte might work better.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

The life of a poem
can be brief and gentile,
sometimes shady.

It can be designed with
metaphorical stitches or
a piece of charcoal smudged
all over the walls.
With passion and pain
it grows into a poetic sense,
drawn by a struggling mind
eager to express emotional stress.

Over time the skill grows
like a rose blooming from
a bud.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the deluge of my pen
flows a thought, an idea
spewed from the depths
of myself.

Within these walls of my
formatted frames I display
poetic art, it’s splashed
upon this digital house,
scared by the past.

I don’t write tragedies,
I write passionately
and I can move your mind
with one word and a little
of your time.

That’s the poets gift,
I don’t have to work at it
for I was born into
a poets mind.

I am a master of word play
and a designer with
a poetic passion.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

On the verge of deluge,
veiled in black and white
vision, lacks no provision.

Its kept fresh by
the sharpening of
the knifes edge,
with burning wounds
and tears felling the
deluge of emotion.

Such scabs fester
and bruise with
each lash from
the devil’s dilutions,
your tongue turns black
and diluted with sinful
vengeance from the worlds
venomous bites.

Oh, dear Lord
I will put up a fight.

I will rise above these
blackened skies for I am
your child amongst sinful
lies, I never lied upon
the Earth not until I am
six feet under its girth.

I came into life naked,
I go out naked but
bring with me truth
that will cloth me
in your light.

I am brave, for my faith
strikes with vengeance
that like a mighty sword.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Upon this design the seems
are stretching slowly
to its limits.

Sadly so many are blind
they believe evil people
who do bad deeds.

There are high level
people who claim to
know what’s best
for us all but make
decisions that
harm those in need.

They argue about how
wrong we are for
speaking up about
their shame, these people
have no shame for they
are broken and know
nothing of its blame.

We fight for freedom
from those who try
to serpentine around
the situation, avoiding
the truth and causing
damage to the system
our founders fought for.

We shouldn’t have to
fight for freedom anymore
for our ancestors set it up
in stone brick and mortar,
building a government
household where our
freedom should lay safe.

Sadly there’s one man
above the rest our president,
who has come upon our safety
and claims he’s above the laws
that keep us free and safe.

He never cared about your
views or your well-being
he loves money and fame,
nothing else but greedy shame.

He’s caused war within
the house, stating he’s
the best and fired
all others who didn’t
agree to his selfish needs.

He’s showing his horns
with no shame, he stands alone
upon his devilish throne.

Now it’s time to stand our
ground, don’t let this evil
dude steal the truth.

Remember what America
stands for! freedom
and boldness to be
the best free state
we can be.

We are diversity at it’s best,
we hydrate and feed our poor,
we save those who are in need,
we took responsibility for
others who request the same
freedom we required.

Why allow one man to stand
against our freedom for
his greedy need for power?

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Life never was promised
to be smooth, instead it’s
rocky and off balance but
perfect just the way it is.

Upon the rocky roads we ride,
as the sun sets and rises
on the horizon of our lives.

We climb the highest peeks,
swim across it’s rivers and
creeks, sailing the oceans
and crashing upon the shores.

We are like seashells washing
ashore leaving our mark upon
the lands in which we grow
and stand.

This is our story told
by time and its ever
growing spaces, our sparks
shine like stars within
the heavens of change.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

I gaze upon the silver
and gold boutique of stars
growing in the sky
as night falls blanketing
everything in shadow.

Lovely is the grays
and blacks of the
passing face of the
full moons glowing
smile.

The stars flirt with
its dusty groom as
the seasons dance with
change upon a midnight
stage.

Dreams of spring
shatter like glass
spewing its beams into
the past leaving
beams of memories
fading fast.

A watchful eye like
a dreaming flower
its wishes lie within
its roots waiting for you
to open your mind.

Such things are true
that live within
a dreaming mind.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Stand by me and
my convictions
of woes.

A memorial of depression
and disease, hopefully
that’s not how you will
remember me.

I rise above the suffering
of my humanity and discomfort.

I fight for contentment
and stability.

Remember me as a typhoon,
I caused change and
I healed my own wound’s
with the power of knowledge
and society.

God blessed me with
intelligence and will.

These are my written
testimonials of
my personal struggles.

I thank you for visiting,
may you take my blessings
and share them with the world.

© By Amanda Shelton

The wall stands tall,
covered in roses choking
its mortar and stabbing
enemies before they reach
the boarder. Though
I don’t have many.

My domain is lit by
candlelight and my
windows are open
only at night.
Though I dream of
the sunlight warming
my face, I will never
be able to enjoy it’s
beautiful sun kissed grin
or its kissing beams
of a blushing beauty.

I am like the rarest gem,
you might never meet
one as rare as me, for
my personality is 00.2%
of society.

My intelligence is above
the average score for a genius,
200 and beyond. Who knows
it might have grown.

I can’t brag about it
because it’s not all
fun and games when
your awareness breaks
the stage.

I am always in a ponder,
wondering in the wilderness
of my brain.

Hello Alice, said the
rabbit as I fall down
the whole, insanity
follows me like a shadow
hopping behind every
step I make.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Breathe they say.
Think, why don’t you?

It’s like a lost breath,
it chokes you until
you are reminded of
your place.

Like a **** it
grows upon your
grave, a memory
of your pain before
you lay down within
its frame.

The dirt piles up
within your brain,
as you chew on its
fibers left behind
for you to grind
and favor.

No one will starve
if we ate mindfulness
and drank the stars
as they fall like rain
drops around us.

Mindfulness likes to
play, as love stands
bravely, and boldness
is a breath away.

Save us! from the pain.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton