I compare thee to a soft breeze,
but you linger on my memory.
For you claimed me with your kiss,
you captured my admiration in
your jar of forget me nots.

Love devoured me,
stole my heart and
my feelings.

A memory of long ago
but still today you linger on.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

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

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

Foreboding is the ghost
lingers on forgotten smoke
( and words we forgot to speak).

A life is like a candles flame,
it burns until the candle melts
to the floor, its smoke lingers
for just awhile longer.

A poet reminds us of the ghost
who they were and how they lived.
We are able to capture what lingers
through the night moaning loudly
for attention.

It inspires a book.

**© 2017 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

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

For the money,
for the time,
for the damages you left behind.

All that glitters is not gold,
watch out for the glamour of
false gold.

For the man who needs a dollar,
for the students who are drowning
in the loan, for the starved living
in the weather.

All that glitters is not gold,
watch out for the glamour of
false gold.

Greed is a glitter of false gold
shinning in the eyes of many.

Gaping pockets weighted down by
rocks pretending to be gold.

Shady mountains stand in our way,
a streak of selver leads the way.

Dig, dig until the mountains hollow.

Mine them rocks blast the hills,
gold is hiding deep within them
rocky hills.

Gold fever burning hot,
burning holes in your pockets
for all that glitters is not gold,
watch out for the glamour of
false gold.

©️ 2023 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

Huntsman beauty weaving her web, gently undercover she began
to shed.

From the back she started to slip
from a slit shivering and quivering, above your head
there she hung from a thread.

The spider on top seemed dead
the other was hanging and
began moving.

Once her job was done, the spider
began to descend from the shell
of her former self by a line of silk.

Time for rest and the next evening
the huntsman beauty is ready for
a night out on the town wearing
her new dress.

©️ By Amanda Shelton

I am like a candle blowing
in the wind, you can find
me seated at my window
illuminating the room.

Pen in one hand and a poem
in my mind, waiting to
be freed from the
neurons holding it in.

Fueled by a Gothic view
and a vision of dark blue,
green, and gray skies above
me with streams of sunshine peaking through the clouds.

Memories abound
as I write my poetic story.

A passion fueled by
laced moments of lost
childhood and forgotten hearts
I collected in my broken jar’s.

My tragic life became
a burning blaze line after line
it burns across the page,
forever engraved.

© 2019 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

Amongst the books I am
torn, tattered, and worn,
my pages are yelled,
my binding fragile and
frayed by age.

My story sat for awhile
before a friend found my
shelf, such poetry I wrought
in slow progress; it is dripping
from the pen I hold within
my poetic brain, and you became
the reader of my poetic tongue.

Like rats my thoughts gather
in a pack of many before
looking for attention and food
so here I am writing for you.

It’s a dilution of words
I spit out for you, like
a flaming candle blowing
smoke into your mind.
I linger on your thoughts
before you ***** my wick
releasing my last bit of
light before I become a memory.

These are the poetic bindings
that hold me tightly
to this world. I am like a
violin you strum my strings
and I will begin to sing.

My poetic bindings hold
me tightly allowing me
to write these lines
of wrought and desire.

This is my poetic binding.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

I am made of nervous needles,
fever's, and chills, my goal is to
cause discomfort, and sickness.

I am chronic, needless, and sometimes
useless, and wasted time.

I communicate with neurons,
and cell's, causing nervousness,
and spell's.

I am pain.

**© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

Black as night, cold as ice
the heat melts away the waxy
wane, I hold the fire that
burns deep inside my poetic soul.

Shackles binde me to the
words that cage my mind
in this poetic design.

Thorny roads overgrown
by poetic ****'s of all
kind's.

The sentencing is final,
my guilt is plighting
my soul is fighting this
poetic venom that bit my
creativity turning me...

Poetry, poetry brings me
to the edge of reality.

Guide's me through the dark,
candle light feed's my venomous
needs. Its smoke invades my
being.

Leaving me in the window of
your mind's to write this
venomous design.

Poetry is my venom
I am its poet a candle
lit in the darkness of
a window somewhere
in time.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

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

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

You buried me under your
judgements and madness.

You remind me of what
I should have been, and
what I will never be.

Drowning in tears, my fears
bruised me while sorrow laied
on top of my chest slowly
crushing me with waves of
depression.

Your relapse into darkness is
an illusion of freedom soaked
in lost possibilities of forgotten dreams.

My imagination is felled with dead stars,
they are drifting burnt rocks
through empty spaces in my
darkened mind.

Ashes float around the dead space too,
they are ruins from failures and
unachievable goals.

Here sanity has come to fight for my freedom.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton

This is my plot where I lay
my mother's memory.

Deep and soft she's always with me
for I am her legacy.

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On a whisper I leave you,
in memory I will stay with you.

Dear child, don't forget my lessons.

Forget me not,
because I left you my legacy
for you are my future.

Letting go is not easy,
it's not your responsibility.

Grieving is the only way through the darkness
and to unlock our memories.

So live on through the sorrows of yesterday,
let your tears hydrate our plots
with love and dignity.

For tomorrow is only a horizon away,
a beam of light brings the marrow
and my memory will live on until
you forget me on your last day.

We all are like ghostly flames,
even after the wick is done
smoke remains.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

The sun burned bright
until the moon says goodnight.
The stars shoot across the sky
waving as they go by.
The beauty of the night,
smiles upon their flight.

As the tree’s bow their leafs,
and the animals scurry to their
homes, the night slowly
spreads its arms across the land.

Sleepy eyes are heavy,
the angels bow their heads
in deep prayer.

Goodnight sleep tight,
may you have calm,
peaceful dreams tonight.

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

The future is never far behind you,
because it's always one step in front
of you.

Down
down
down
down!
Falling
farther down the hole.

Anxiety rises as depression
gets heavy.

Down
down
down the black hole of reality.

The future is never now nor the past,
it's never really tangible because
it's only possibilities.

Down
down
down I hit the possibilities.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

I feel you crumbling in my arms
like a porcelain heart down
to the girth you fell so hard.

Why don't you take what you want,
why don't you take what you need,
why don't you take what you came for and leave me alone?

Life's too short to keep running
from the beast.

Life's only one road trip,
I've chosen me.

No narcissist is going to control me.

You left your shadow hovering over
my bed, with your vampire teeth.

My lucid dreams are bleeding,
bleeding black and deep.

You will never meet anyone like me.

Why don't you take what you want,
why don't you take what you need,
why don't you take what you came for and leave me alone?

Life's too short to keep running
from the beast.

Life's only one road trip,
I've chosen me.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I do not forget,
I forgive.

I use to seek my own space,
I didn’t feel comfortable
sharing my privacy,
but I grew up,
I grew out of my old jeans,
I leaned how others think,
I always am thinking
I am always pondering
deeply but try not to over think things.

I have learned how to love myself,
I can’t help someone else if
I don’t help myself first.
That was the hardest thing
for me to expect because
I am a nice person and I felt
obligated.

Higher intelligence doesn’t mean happier,
or I have more opportunities,
sometimes it can be depressing
boring and confusing, I find it
hard to relate to others because
it’s rare to have a higher IQ.
I just use my manners.

Ignorance is bliss, yes it is.
I grew up in fear of life
slowly dying because I knew
it was.

I am not ashamed to say
my intelligence is higher than
average but I will not boast
about it, there is nothing special
about understanding how the world
turns it can invoke
fear, anxiety, and pain.

I understand that
I make mistakes
that I am a fool and
I can do better
if I work for it.

I am prone to stay up late
thinking about everything
I want to finish. That’s why
I don’t like to leave my
projects unfinished.

I am intelligent enough to know
I am a fool living in
a fools society.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

This life reminds me of
a bitey vampire stocking me,
I feel its teeth on my back.
Don’t look to the past,
for it bites.

Like an unwanted shadow
death is never far behind.

God allows so much but not
out of vengeance, but out
of love for us, he wants us
to grow and develop.
We can’t do that if we
don’t suffer somewhat.

We are all blind and
child like, living as if
heaven is too far away
to imagine its golden gates,
even though it is just
a step away.

The most important thing is
don’t forget to live bravely
boldly and through faith.
Those three things are
what can modivate.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

I birth poems from my pen,
I pick them when their ready
to bloom, as these words flow
so does my love for the pen.

This ones for you,
my poetic bumblebee
buzzing around my head,
busy as a bee searching for
poetic style, sweet like honey.

I plant ideas in your mind,
spark intrigue and desire to
design this ruthless style
of line after line, formatted
by my poets fire.

I lash out with poetic
vengeance, its loosely shunned
but unruly is my desire
to light this fire.

I open my mind wide
as I spit my poetic flames
like a dragon in ragged by
hunger.

These musings burn deeply
inside my mind, eager
to burst forth from its cave,
no longer in a cage.

I am a poetic Dragon.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

The shadows of my life move along the walls in my mind, always evolving through the
doorways of my dreams.

Move away, move away,
always evolving opening
doors to possibilities.

Did I change?
Did I move?
Did I become the shadow?

The flies always return,
bodies decay and souls leave.
Ghosts.

Move away, move away,
beyond this two dimensional
space of dreaming minds,
they collide locked in a dance
between two hearts tied
together by strings.

Do we ever truly die?

How can we die if our memories
live on?

Move away, move away,
into the dark my shadow sleeps, until the light returns.
Nothing remains but my ghost.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Life is like crashing waves,
always rolling sometimes colliding
with our dreams.

We struggle to stay above the waves
while life keeps going, falling apart
at the seams.

Pieces of our achievements begin
to wash away into the seas of possibilities.
Making room for new possibilities or
for our dreams to drown in the depths
of the crashing waves.

You have a choice to learn how to surf
or go down with your dreams.

Oh what possibilities are these?

An artist suffers for their art,
it's both physical and mental.

The only difference between an artist
and other people, is the ability to express
themselves in a relatable and imaginable ways.

We are like the waves, crashing around
colliding with others through our art
and writing.

The Artist is inspiration for the possibilities.

We artists are a conundrum of sorts,
a rolling stone tumbling down a mountain.
It builds upon itself collecting ideas along
the way down.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

On a cold dark road
there was a shimmer
in the distance, like
a ocean chillen in the night
the reflection was clear
and blue.

A cool breeze is blowing
over the hills, as the stars
wink and gaze upon the dark
haze.

You think to yourself,
this must be a dream.

Then a lite music slowly begins
to play, the sound is drawing
you closer to the edge of the
water.

A mist starts to gather,
a fog is coming in, the
cool wind kisses your skin.
Chills run down your spine,
goosebumps rise and you shiver
from its icy touch.

The song dances in your mind,
it pokes and pinches your
brain with stimulation from its
heavy sounds of water swooshing
about.

You feel like an ocean of
waves, lisping up and down.

Your mind is drifting upon
a dreamers raft, drifting
deeper into the fog and wind.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Life is meant to be lived.

If you are not willing to fight,
if you are not willing to move,
if you are not willing to surf
and turf your not living your life.

Just remember God has a plan
for you.

He carried you when you
couldn’t walk.

Sometimes you are blind
because it’s hard to see
through the dark, but
he’s the light,
just remember to open
your eyes.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

When I fall I fall hard but recover fast.

I don't want to run away
from my last panic attack.

I don't want to face pain
like its my last breath.

I don't want to skip one minute
to reach the last.

I want to take my time
as if its my last.

I want to enjoy what I have,
and live for the moment.

I'd rather skip the thought
of death and remember life
as if its my best friend.

I don't want to be a fading star
waiting for my last burst.

All the times I am holding on to
is nothing, for I am never coming back.

I will be a memory and
my actions will be all
that is left.

Don't say goodbye,
and leave forever.

Oh no, I am lighting my candle
and leaving it in my window
so you all can return and
see my flame, its burning
on this page.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

That one night never fades from my memories.

Upon unspoken word's
you become a scar on my mind.

With one kiss you become
like a heavyweight pushing on time.

Life slowed for the first time,
it ****** you into my heart,
captivating is your sent.

Like long forgotten perfume
waiting for me to devour it
within my dreams and wishes.

I placed you in a jar,
so I can keep you close to my heart.

**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

Am I getting old?

Hear my poet and watch me show it.

I cough instead of scream
because I have asthma.

I wake up with a twitch in my back
and a creak in my knees.

I'm drowning in my womanhood
and forgotten dreams.

I am 41 ready for my 50's.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Why did you leave me in the flames? You let me burn instead
of building new bridges
with me.

You walked through my ruins
and caused more damage.

My ashes float around seems like for age's, but you only gave
me seven years of madness
and corrosion.

I forgot my own reflection,
because you told me its a lie.

I used to wear makeup but
dropped the brushes for your
jealous, it scared me.

Now I can hardly glance at myself in the mirror,
because it laughs at me
in your voice and
monstrous grin.

You left me to burn
and you never took
one glance back.

Love hurt, burned and bruised
my life.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton

I'm not a follower, never planned to fit the mold,
I always wanted to shed
my skin and morph into
something else.

I have always been out of time,
never understood that wisdom
has nothing to do with age,
until I ran to the edge of mine
I looked back at all the wasted time.

I realized this moment
is the most important.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the waves I crashed
ashore, the force caused change and chaos pursued.

We all are like chaotic
oceans, crashing against
the shores of life.

We become earthquakes,
moving mountains with
our technologies and
inventions.

Our minds evolving over time, we become more aware of the changes we’ve caused.

Not everyone is open minded, it takes a philosophers view point to direct the way to the future possibilities.

I am a modern day philosopher, I enjoy learning and teaching.

Language is my best quality,
art is my favorite entertainment
and personal journey.

The art of living is
my job.

My poetic journey slowly
plays out upon these pages,
I’ve created.

My expressions stain the
internet with my rolling
formats of sentences and
word play.

Its a full deck of wildcards,
you never know what your going to get.

Jack be shameless,
Jack be nimble,
Jack be quick,
Jack drew an ace
missed the king,
kissed the queen of hearts,
while playing a deck of
fools.

We all play a part.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

I will always miss you.

When I am with you
it reminds me of all the times
I wasn't with you, so I miss you.

When I am far away from you
I am reminded of all the times
I was with you, so I miss you.

It's a conundrum.*

*© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

Just around the corner lives my
shadow, it's a wonderer of time a
creative design made up in my own mind.

Senses reach out, beyond the boundaries of my imagination
I fly alongside my creativity.

For a long time... I floated in my mind space, lost to realities touch.

But the other shadows came in and
sat for awhile, gave me a line of
communication, I became a vibration slowly changed my frequency until it hit me.

The pills flowed through my veins,
counseling became my best friend,
depression became personal, anxiety
became fragile.

I started out cracked like porcelain,
the pieces of my mind slowly became more defined and easier to control as mine.

Like a puppet on a string people tried to define me and mold me, but
I broke the mold and they were forced to let me go. I oozed all over the place until I was free from the mold they built for me.

I am bent, bumpy and porous, my joints creek like a chores with broken strings and holy drums, crack smack pop!
Let's Rock! 🤘

Welcome to my weird mind,
I am made from a unique design.

©️ 2022 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

You made me bring a bag boy,
you were such a drag boy.

You forgot to grow into
a man boy, you hit 30
and you passed go awhile ago
but you didn’t collect the $200
before you stole my heart boy,
now your broke and
I am beating bleeding
on the floor boy.

You made me bring a bag boy,
you broke my back all for
a drag boy.

You’re no man, you’re a drag
in a bag boy.

The smudges you left behind are
following my shadow like
a drag boy.

Now I am fighting your ghost.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

While sticks and stones
may break my bones,
words will never hurt me.

Okay, I will take your
sticks and stones
and give you the
crushed bones.

My words are all I've got,
so I will write you this poem
and bury the bones in the plot.

There's no skeletons in my closet,
I used the sticks and
stones to build a home and
left the war awhile ago.

Words are like swords,
they cut like knifes and
deeper with each line,
they leave invisible wounds
so no one is aware of your
suffering until you reveal
the scars.

The bully lied every time,
the teacher told you to
get in line, your self esteem
told you your not worth
the time.

Now tell me how words
will never hurt me, when
I am crying while writing.

Memories of past regrets roll
upon the surface of my life,
in the most unexpected time.

Words are all I've got
and memories of accusations
from loves broken ideas
and words of affection that
turned into scars from a
narcissists infection.

Love brought me words
sharpened like knifes,
it still hurts me and
its been a long time.

Scar's hurt all the time.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton

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

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

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 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

Looking through the eyeglass
of dreams, it seems less likely
to be true than a big drawn out lie.

Though you live your life
the best you can,
knowing you have a heart
full of broken glass
you still move forward
with cuts and scars.

Everytime you look back
you see footprints of where
you last stepped,
what’s the point in that?
You are reminded of everything
you lack, you see with a
greedy heart nothing but hurt
comes from a heart full
of junk yards.

Love is more important than
seeking out emptiness,
don’t collect your broken heart’s,
fell those jars with possibilities
and wishes from afar.

Collect pennies and dime’s
until you can afford your
dreams and possibilities.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton