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

The slow setting sun
shimmied off its fading
beams, as the night
creeped upon the
seasons change.

Shadows danced upon the
clouds as rain soaked
the hollow, hydrating
the roots of the trees.

Perfumed memories of
yesterday’s beams lost
on the cooling breeze
as the leafs of change
fall upon my dreams.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

The heat rises,
heat waves roll over the street,
car's rush by with engines
roaring, burning smog,
we choke upon.  

Summer is on the rise,
cooking the desert like
a pro chef cooks a good meal,
We fry.

Summer is on the rise!

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

When I said goodbye
it broke my heart,
I shattered into millions
of piece. The human heart
is so emotionally fragile,
its like porcelain it
creaks under pressure.

As the angels came
I was forced to watch,
crying wishing for you
to stay.

I had to learn how to
let go, for your life
never belonged to me,
we all are Gods children
our souls belong in heaven.

Someday you and I will
see each other for you
are waiting at the
gates of heaven for my
return.

All Gods children are set up
upon the steps of the heavenly host awaiting judgement,
but I will do my best to make
it easy for God to rest,
for I will follow him forever
and ever until my last
dieing breath.

Aman!

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

“My tears will always flow within heaven’s rivers and valleys below, but my sorrows lay to rest deep within the hollow earth where my body will be at eternal rest.”

Do you ever get an itch
with your spidey since?

Its like a fly wriggling
in your web, if you don’t
take care of it, it rots
like an old shoe left out
to stink up your house.

I call it my ladybug since,
I can feel your honesty
and your lies miles away.

God gave me another gift
of discernment and empathetic
abilities, I can pick up
feelings and thoughts
from strangers and friends.

My ladybug since has saved
lives many times.

I’ve helped schizophrenics
break free from their
decisional trips by
showing them I can see
what they see and its not
reality.

I know what its like to
see that look of surprise
when they have an eye
opening experience.

Sometimes its like
I become a shadow of
the schizophrenics mind,
and it works almost every time.

To be the bate for
the schizophrenics
monster’s that was
my services I provided,
to save them from their
boogeymen brain robbers.

Now I am retired,
my job is to live
my life out peacefully
with my partner, who I love
beyond tomorrow’s sunrise
and yesterday’s sunset.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Like a rooted tree
I am firmly grounded
upon this life I was
given.

Sometimes it can feel like
a flood that’s trying
to devour me. Its hands
grip around my neck
choking me as I loose
my breath.

Pain settles beside me
it steals my time.

This struggle is like
painful strings pulling
on me, as if I were
its puppet, moving me
when I least expect it.

It swells and dwells
deep within my life,
it waited until I was
happy to step out
of the shadows.

It’s a painful breath,
exhale after exhale
I am left chocking
on its smog.

Painful breath,
my life was devoured
by its fumes.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Aww, look at all of the time.

Life wasn’t drawn with
black jagged lines.

Life was painted
with abstract scenes
and vivid dreams.

Reality is food for thought,
imagine going to a painters
***, you swim around in its
vivid colors and you are
of brush strokes left behind
by the painters grind.

You dry slowly, over time
you crack and peel,
turn yellow and brown.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Falling with the stars,
burn your trash before
you ask for this dance.

Before you pop,
you have to sacrifice
your dreams to the scraps
you wished for.

Dance like a slave,
dance like a lily in
the wind, watch you wave.

Draw the line so
you have something
to cross.

Not yet boi, you have to
spin the wheel before
you dance with the stars.

Watch you wave crashing
ashore, that’s the game
of life, You’ve been
dancing for the devil’s
wane, its never a
full deck. It was
never a fair game.

Life is a rock it ends
with a falling star.

Pop! Stars know how
to dance to the devil’s
final tap tap tap!

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the whispering wind
my love travels far to settle
beside you wherever you are.

Our times together are
more than a memory,
it's a passionate kiss on a postcard,
it's a perfume that lingers for awhile,
it's a commercial of my favorite treats,
it's a tingle sensation rolling down to my feet.

Aw, love it's the strongest thing there is,
it can build nations,
it can bring floods of population,
it can cause war,
it can bring food to the poor.

If used properly love can be
beautiful and amazing.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Sticky needles poking my feet
a reminder I am running around
the forest in my favorite
par of socks.

A dream is nothing more than
a whisper of possibilities of
reality but untouchable.

I never wear socks
and the forest is
a dream away, this is
how I knew it was a dream.

I never stay away for long
for the clouds of reality
hang low above my head
it rains before I open
the door.

Dreams are nothing more
then wishing wells
full of unbelievable things.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

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Shine on me,
love me for me,
like a love poem,
construct my vision
with philosophy.

Kiss my poetic mind
with your ideas and
metaphors, construct
my lines with ink and quill,
bring the paper so I don’t
spill my poems onto the floor.

I am constructed with poetic
smudges from past memories
faded not by time, for I live
forever upon these pages.

This is a poetic death
of sorts but my memory
lives on through
smudges and marks.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Upon these strings you tug
on me, you are a puppeteer
always pulling on my limbs
moving me, pushing me to
the floor.

But still I rise,
I never fall too far
from a stable place,
stumbling but still
I rise and shine like
a star crossing the night sky
leaving my dreams behind.

Upon the setting sun
I slowly rise beyond
the pitch black of the sky
burning bright for all to see.

I bow in my orbital frame
smiling for you and all
who gaze upon my
dusty surface.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

The pounding in my head,
the throbbing and burning,
pain settles in.

I never thought
I would suffer so,
I thought I fought
and won my battle
with pain a long time ago.

But pain had other plans
to sneak behind my back
and stab me over and over again.

These frivolous dreams
of beating the pain
has gone down the drain,
with allergies and useless
treatments.

I once was a star
but now pain takes the
center stage.

It’s painful!

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the drifting waves
You can see my rising tides.
Upon the setting sun
You can see my fading shores,
as my tides collide
with beams of red
and yellow light.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

The perpetual kiss of the night,
embarrassed by its foggy
hug, its mystery is here to
entrance our needs for
beauty and the monsters
lurking beneath its misty banks.

Such things crawl around in the
underbelly of bleakness of pitch
black of the night. Waiting for
our eyes to close, to drift off to sleep.

The moon hangs low
in its bow, orbiting the mystery
we call night. Such love it has
for the sky in which it calls home.

Alone moon beam lost
within the mysterious night.

© 2019 By Amanda D Shelton

Stand proud!

Be you,
be true to yourself
for you are the only one
who has to live with yourself.

Be brave,
live bold and strong.

We all fall down
but not everyone is
bold enough to wipe themselves
off and keep going until
they achieve their goals.

Forgive yourself
so you can forgive
someone else.

Fight for your rights,
use your powers of knowledge
and be kind to one another.

Empty your heart to allow
love to fell the empty spaces
you’ve created.

Don’t be ashamed of yourself
for being human, instead
use your experiences to
build a stronger foundation.

Remember you are not alone,
there are billions of people
in this world who are living
too.

Open your mind to possibilities
and you will find purpose
and meaning.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

The angles gathered
as the prayers rose
from the people praising
within the church.

He’s coming soon,
he’s like a never ending
breath, a wave rolling
over you taking you
back into his womb,
the devil has no room
in this holy place.

God never forgets,
it’s not his job to
always remind you,
it’s selfish of you
to think it’s all up
to him. He’s a foundation
of your faith not
a feared master forcing
you to kneel.

He’s more mightier than
a flooding river,
he’s faster than time
and space, he’s beyond
your emagination and
your girth is shorter
than his grace for nothing
can measure such power.

My Lord blessed me
with love and faith.

My reminder is that
I am a survivor.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Upon my faith grows
my strangth,
deeper and deeper
my roots dig deep
into the hollow.

I become that like
a tree, my seed is small
but my roots are strong.

The more I pray
the deeper I grow
deep into the hollow,
no devil will pull me
a stray.

My faith is strongly
rooted within the depths
of the hollow, I will
always pray.

My roots,
my roots,
dip deeply into
the hollow.
I kneel to pray.

Dear Lord,
thank you for my strength,
thank you for the blessing
of your ever growing spark.
Aman!

My roots grow deeply
into the barren landscape
every autumn my leafs
will fall, revealing my
trunk leaving you
a reminder I too am
a survivor.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Upon barren and fertile
places our love grows
in spring like woe.

Around the meadow and
the physalis, our garden
grows, like the weeds
and wildflowers our hearts
know, roots like to
grow where the waters flow.

Upon the setting sun
the flowers shun its
fading beams as they
wave goodnight to
the last bit of light.
Our petals close,
the shadows lengthen
bringing the day to
an end.

Fair well my shimmering
friend until the marrow
and we meat again
upon your sun soaked smile.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the breath of
the evening rose memories
of you and I.

I am here laying in bed
pondering on my memories
of you.

You helped me
to fight my fears,
to face the ghosts
that lurk in the closet
and under my childhood bed.

You were my hero,
best friend,
and councilor
but most importantly
you are my mom.

I will never forget
the times we had,
they are more precious than
the most expensive gemstone.

Your memory is priceless
worthy of evermore forget
me nots and a poem that
I thought would remind me
of the space I made just
for you in my poetic mind.

Such things are never forgotten
for your memory lives on
through the poems I have written.

Dear Mom, I miss you so much.

These are my tears
written in poetic format
in memory of my mom.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Dancing amongst the stars
my soul flew like a blooming
moon searching for you.

I got pulled into your
orbit, now I am like a
satellite flying around
your heart being pulled
by an invisible string.

Star cross lover
with lazer lips
and eyes only for me,
like the bluest sky’s
and you shine only for me.

I am your orbital lover
waiting for your reply,
the ship awaits, my dear.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Love helps growth, prosperity, and happiness. It’s a very powerful force.

Loving words are mightier than a sword. Use them wisely and you shall receive great rewards.

© 2019 By Amanda D Shelton

Upon this beated breath
I fight. I rise, I cave
to nothing but my
own exhaustion.

Upon this line
I define an expression,
I rise, I rose above
the exhaustion.

Upon this page
I leave behind a story,
I rise, I fight for all
who can’t.

Upon this exhaustion
I become the fog,
I rise, I bloom and
develop for that’s how
I was designed.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton