You fell asleep and woke in this
lucid dream of haunted memories.

Are you a visitor or the ghost?

The night is cold and pitch black,
a heavy feeling lingers in the air.

In the corner of your eye
you see shadows moving and
a mist forms.

Goosebumps tickle your skin,
the hair on the back of
your neck stand's up.

A chill caresses your body
but the wind is still and
quiet inside the house.

You are alarmed by the sound
of footsteps echoing through
the room because no one is there.

Your breathing is laboured and
your heartbeat is pounding
in your head.

Fear is your shadow as you walk
through the hall's.

You can't find anyone here,
nothing but echos from the passed
live here. A forgotten dream.

The windows are bare and darkness
is beyond the glass. Not even
the star's are visible or
the moon.

The walls are decayed,
black mold is growing
on the ceiling and the
wallpaper is crumbling
and peeling away.

You reach a kitchen where
water damage soaks the floor,
yellow and brown fluid soozes
from the wooden beams around the
entrance and rotting floorboards
curl up into uneven hills,
slivers of wood are protruding.

You move forward to the living room,
the fireplace is blacked with sut
it smells like burnt wood.

You can tell a fire had escaped
at one point and burnt everything
in the room.

The windows once held curtains
but now they are piles of ash
on the floor.

This place once was alive but
now it's a ghost.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Sometimes I write to exhale,
sometimes I write to release the deep grunge that cultivates
within my Gothic mind.

I am like a black Rose,
my darkest night's are when
I bloom in my personal gloom.

Upon the ink I scratch across the page comes stitches of poetry;
sowing what I reap,
growing what I think.

With patchwork of poetry,
I slowly weave my tapestry
of words.

Sometimes I write to free my
expression, its like a caged bird
begging to be released.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I love you like a love song, baby.

You speak to me in tunes
of passion.

You take my breath away
with your beating heart
entwined with mine.

Love ****** on our strings
pulling us together as our
love song plays.

I love you like a love song, baby;
The universe forever playing our song.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

Shadows linger between the horizon
of my mind and the lucid dreams
I relive every night.

In my waking dreams lives
an idea of who I am.

Like flowers growing on an
eternal vine, the dreams
cultivate and blossom in
my mind.

I become the shadows I dream about,
amongst the blooming flowers I walk.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Break through the dust that makes you blind, what you really need is hidden inside.

A star is born from awareness,
entanglement of nerves electrical curves,
the ocean of life waves transverse into the universe.

A breath occurs as life forms like blades of grass, each blade begins sharpe strong
and tall.

As time occurs its roots grow, deeper and deeper blood flows, as a heart beats
a mind shows.

Dust truns into rust, the meaning begins to shine, as the truth comes out from behind your sleeping eyes, no longer are you blind.

For you are the dust from a supernova.

Earth is designed to carry us, within its crust
water and rust we are birthed.

Respect her beauty and living gowns,
for we have only one Earth and only
one of us.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Imagine chewing a large piece of gum,
now after the first 25 chew’s
spit that out.

Now imagine yourself being
small enough to swim in a
glass of water, now place
your tiny self into the gum.

Try to run! Come on, run!
You can’t.

Then you try to move but
the gum is pulling your
body back into itself.

You build muscle and you find
away to move but you’re still
stuck.

You find out you can break parts
of the gum but you have to move
quickly.

From there you learned to
flop yourself against the walls
you can wait there for assistance,
like a fly in a spider web.

Now you understand how
I feel.

Also, I feel like a
beached whale, or an
overstuffed panda bear.

Let’s do the MizzTwitch shall we?
Wahwahwah! Twitch, twitch, twitch!
Yeah buddy! ~~~~~~~√

© 2021 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

I once thought love was
a magical place, where everything
suddenly falls into place.

Sadly I have learned the truth,
love hurts worse than a rotting tooth.

It can be ugly too,
full of hurt and struggles.

I am left chocking on my tears
while my heart tore apart
bruised and fragile like porcelain,
it broke into a thousand words
bleeding from my wounds (poetry).

It flows so easily,
like hot wax melting over the
wick it hardened but without form
or structure. It falls apart
in your hands.

I burst into a puddle of tears,
for my visual can no longer
hold the pressure.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

The obituary of my heart.
Rest in pieces, my broken heart.

Burning hearts ignite with desire,
unspoken words are left on their
lips.

Unforgettable but forgotten
by time, for all things parish.

The rose’s withered, the wine
dried, and the passion cooled
with passing time.

My heart shattered, scared
and bruised, beat and neglected,
he never knew how to love me.
He’s incapable.

He fooled me with lies
and conspiracies,
victimizing himself to
victimize me.

He’s guilty of abuse and drug use.

I am guilty of loving and trusting him.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I see fire but make it metal
violently it rears rolling over
the land, moving mountains
and stone, river's and gulleys.

Lover's colliding.

The winds are blowing
the water is towing,
the ship is rowing
under the storm.

Two lover's colliding one
is frozen the other is hot,
together they bring clouds
and rain over quiet seas with
their thunderous kisses and
passionate embrace the storm
beats like two hearts in a dance.

They are lover's of the weathered sea.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the flow of words I fade
slowly into the dark.

Poetry is like the light, it shows
me the way.

I'm always hunting for the words
to say, within the forest of my
dreams lives the possibilities
of poetry.

I'm like a ghost, I haunt this post
with my creative designs.

I play well with the words,
they welcome me with open arms.

Line by line the passion grows,
it burns deep within me never to
fade.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

The evening sun sets on the horizon,
it melts into its reflection, rippling
like water as it slowly turns
into liquid beams and fades
into the night.

Like a slumbering beast
the sun does one last peek
before disappearing over the
curve of the earth.

Our sun can seem magical,
it turns into liquid beams
that stretch out with arms
of light, it will burn bright
for billions of years.

It's amazing.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Poetry reveals my true self.

Upon the pressure of my pen
I become a small galaxy of
experiences, the vastness of me
expands as far as the imagination
can stretch my existence.

Line by line, I slowly claim
as the words become a latter
helping me to design my tapestry
of poetry.

I have and will touch everything;
for we are of many strings
vibrating through the vail
of star dust.

Upon the setting sun I burst forth
inspired by the shadows and deepening darkness.
My mind takes flight with
the slowly fading light as I become
a flame that lights up the night.

The vail is lifted and I am released
upon the darkness that is my poetic
desire, and the night is my lover.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the ruins bones lie
thorns overgrown as ghosts
cry.

The remains of my heart scattered
aross the land, here is where
sorrow lives deep within my
depressed mind.

The rivers are made from
flowing tears, life is fed by fear,
and the shadows of my former
selves linger here.

The ghosts loudly pound on the post,
the bed shivers and my body quivers,
hairs stand up on the back of my neck,
as a reminder the ghosts never left.

A quorum of the past gathers,
memories of what once was
crushing my future with its pressure.

I don't fit this mold they provided me,
now I am tightly squeezed and
under pressure.

©️ 2024 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.”

Love is prosperity and success. Be kind to each other and humanity will prosper because love is prosperity and success because it builds societies. Hate is death, it kills intelligence and life.

Do good unto others for others will reflect good upon you. Being a good example is the best way to live.

When I was seven years old while my mom was driving us home from school I told my mom and brother.

You can tell the truth to cover up a lie but you can’t tell a lie to cover up the truth. It’s best to tell the truth because a lie is a waste of time.

My brother kept getting in trouble and I was confused why he kept lying and doing bad things. I decided to tell him what I thought.

I don’t know how to lie and be mean. I am a very patient and mindful person. I love everyone equally and I want everyone to be successful and prosper. My mom loved and cared for me and she taught me to accept myself. She encouraged me to be the best I can be. She never judged me as being like everyone else and that helped me to grow. I can’t think like everyone else can. Autism is a unique experience my mom knew that. She was a very smart person. I believe the smarter you are the easier it is for you to see the truth and understand how things work. Emotional and mental intelligence are the same thing. They work together. I know from personal experience. My IQ score is 200 and above. I understand how it works too. I was born with the ability to adapt and learn quickly. Most people have difficulty seeing the full picture, I do not. I can imagine the possibilities. Also, I am more sensitive then most people are because I am capable of processing my feelings as I choose. I understood how to control myself at a very young age. I had to face anxiety and fear’s. It helped me to learn how to adapt to unusual situations.

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 sacrificed my life
for peace and stable mind.

I kneel every night,
bow my head and take
my plight placing it
before the Lord’s feet.

It’s no longer mine,
I lift myself up to
the Lord’s divine plan;
I promised him I will
follow the roads he
built for me.

I’ve met my shadow
many times, within
my meditation we take
flight.

A quiet place to reflect,
a mountain of possibilities
I climb and move by building
a strong foundation.

I am a tool, an influence
upon the environment.

I discovered myself years ago,
I once was lost; chained by
illness and grief, but faith
broke the chains and released
my soul.

I no longer grieve
I accept my condition,
by doing so I have already
won the fight.

I use to argue with myself,
I fought self-esteem,
I hated my differences
and being unique.

I had to face my shadow
before the walk, for the
deeper parts of who I am
was lost.

Depression and anxiety
ruled my life, until
I took control
I became its friend.

I am my own advocate,
for I am a unique soul,
one in five million I
stand tall.

Be proud to be you,
we all are beautiful
and rare.

I am a unicorn, autistic
and fair.

I love you and
everyone too.

I understand without you
I wouldn’t be here.

Life is never about me,
its about everything else
around me.

We are the designers of
life, we move mountains
and oceans.

We are the title waves
upon the great tragity
of life.

Live well, be bold
and brave, for life
is too short to always
be afraid.

©️ 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

He came with an axe to chop down
the tree's, only to be greeted
by a beautiful maiden
dancing through the trees.

With her song she seduced him,
come closer to me and be my lover
a whisper came from the weeping willow,
lay with me.

As she drew closer the weeping willow
bloomed, blooms fell as winter
came upon a frozen kiss.

He laid down upon the cold ground
at her feet, as the roots grew around
his frame, devouring him and
he lost his heart to the beautiful maiden
underneath the weeping willow.

Owed to the weeping willow,
her lover buried under winters
frost weeps no longer.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

I have left you hope
to remember me by,
like a ghost in the wind,
I last for as long as the wind
carries me onwards
through time.  

I blew away like a wish,
or a phantom kiss
seeking a cheek
so fair and far away.

I faded like an old memory
passed on through the generations until nothing is left of the original me.

I left you hope but you found
old memories instead, a ghost.  

Some day I will fade like everything usaully does over time.

Dust in the wind that's all I am eventually.*

*© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

To the chaotic mind
all things are doomed
to suffer the same fate.
Hell is just behind you.

We become like shadows
we think we are hidden away
but reality is everyone can
see you.

All you have to do is
click, post, bang.

In the night ninjas come out
to play, they steal and cheat
with no remorse for
the pain they cause.

We build armor and weapons
only to have them striped away,
a payment for taxes they say.

Our rights are no longer given
those too are no longer a
priority.

The business man is the leader
and the country is no longer
a dreamers domain, they stole
our stars before they had time
to fall. Even our wishes
belong to the dollar.

America was built for the dreamers,
yet you are lied to,
you have nothing to your name;
(The bank owns you.)

You have no rights
the government steals it from you.

Strangers are allowed to squat
in your home, even if you report a
break in, good luck.
No one will fight for you.

The government would rather you
die than protect you from the crime.

They want you to hug your ******
and forgive them for their damages.

There is no true punishment for
their damages. They find druggies
are more worthy of the prison’s.

Your taxes go down the drain,
given too the businesses
and criminals who invade
your lives and properties.
They live freely off your
hard work.

What a shame! Click, post, bang!

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

This is inspired by an odd
lucid dream I had.

I woke standing in a boat
floating on a dark ocean
of reflecting stars.

Both top and bottom
of my mind was sprinkled
with stars.

I could see my beating heart
in the black waters as I gazed
upon the surface.

It was bleeding and stitches
were coming loose from
the side of my heart.

I reached out to grab it
so I could fix the stitches.

As I was fixing it
I realized I was dreaming
and I started to wake.

As I woke I could hear
the beating of my heart
slowly fade.

Boom, boom, boom!
Good morning.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Trailing behind me
are my experiences in red,
it’s all we have here
existence, we’ve all bled
at one point.

Life moves forward
one foot fall at a time.

Footprints on this Earth
from my journey in time,
exposed to the elements,
we are burning like stars.

Poetic flames fuel
my life, bursting from
the seams, passions rise
above the horizon, we are
like falling stars.

Blowing in the wind
guided by the path
set down by the old
rivers and trees,
the forest never forgot me.

Bleeding from my roots
but still I breathe the
painful fumes like a
power plant blowing
steam, I keep falling it
seems, even my ashes are
hot, like burning stars.

Breathe they say, deeply now,
I brave the pain, seeping deep
into my frame, slowly burning
out like an old flame.

Run they say run away, but
here I stand like a rock I am.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Body dysphoria is like
having a monster as a reflection.

My mirror self is distorted
alien and monstrous.

I don’t see myself in reality
instead my mind sees static
confusion and an oddity.

Imagine seeing a bumpy lumpy
mass of hair and fingernails
with deeply wrinkled skin
everytime you look in the mirror.

That’s what I see.

©️ 2022 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 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

I have always wondered
what makes me a poet?

Well, I think I know.

I am able to construct
complex sentences and format’s,
I am very interested in details and being able to express my vision.

I am always pondering
on philosophy and learning,
(Why something moves like
it does exc…)

I am always interested in
the science and engineering
side of life, I want to learn
how to be like everyone else
but still be myself.

My interest in people
and communications, it is
what feeds my poetic flames.

I consider myself a philosopher and innovator of ideas.

If you want to know how
to be a poet, you have to
open your mind to
the possibility of the
idea of being a writer.

You have to ponder on
format’s and word play,
read a dictionary and
the great writers like
Edgar Allan Poe, Stephen King, Anne Rice, Emmy Dickinson, and other philosophers through out history and how they construct their vision.

Read more books and more books until you can’t fit anymore
into your mind.

Allow your mind to wonder,
loss yourself in the forest
of ideas you have growing
in your head. Don’t think about the limitations of your mind,
go beyond the horizon of
what you consider reality.

Your imagination is your
greatest gift.

© 2019 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

Within this suffering
I live on with burning
passion, though I wrought
like iron I slowly break down
and rust, I breathe.

My roots are broken but
still I work like everyone else,
I just do it differently.

I burst like energy surging from
this life, I am structured
like a house with a computer
running everything.

I am the programmer of
my own existence, but I am not
the boss, for I work for God
who created us.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

I layed my soul upon the stone,
while my ghost still roamed.

Shadows danced while
my ghost took to its own.

I flew like a phantom
looking for a home,
if only I looked closer,
I was already home.

The ghost writer,
I wrote a poem
for you to remember me by.

**© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

Upon this plot I plant my roots,
row by row I built my garden.

I grew my thoughts like seeds
with love and care I hydrate
and feed my poetic flowers
for everyone to read.

Emotional and deep my expressions
seep deeply into this digital ground,
my roots grew strong and deep
in this plot I’ve reaped.

I am growing poetry, like ****’s
grow wild.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Synesthesia tastes like
orange, pink, blue and fireworks streaming across the screen
with static noice changing
from intense to soothing,
sweet to better.

It’s like fireworks going off
in my brain, I can see my
neurons communicating
with each other like
lightning bolts shooting
across my vision
in different colors,
numbers,tastes, and shapes.

Sounds have texture of
painful needles and
stinging ****** that
bloom like a flowering
feeling of fluffy snow
that burns through
my body like cold
lava.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

I am not a gender, I am a person
with thoughts ideas and I live.

You might think this is a man’s world,
but there’s a woman behind the scenes.

Mother nature knows how to sing,
she writes poetry, births beautiful
rivers between her legs, she has a
breath softer than silk capable of
moving mountains and making
weaves, she has oceans that build
shores and islands.

A women is your mother, daughter,
sister and cousin, also she is your
boss, teacher and doctor, a nurse too
as well as queen.

We bring ideas to the dinner table,
design clothes and accessories,
we bring you hairdos taller than a
beehive, lipstick redder then your
blushing cheeks in winter and we
are also creators.

We inspire greatness, we encourage
bravery and strength.

This might be a man’s world
but in reality beside a man
stands a queen and majesty.

Equal to your male girth
we women too are capable
of being great.

Man is short for human,
Woman is short for no man
but a human.

To be great you have to stand tall
don’t allow a mountain to stand in
your way, cliam above them peeks
and say hello world I have arrived
and smile wide.

Remember a woman brought you to
your knees with a smile and a wink
and poetry.

I bring you poetry, artwork and
creatively designed ideas from
my lucid mind.

I am woman!

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

We were never one
like you claim.

You lied to me,
you used me,
you push me away
after abusing me.

You say I am doing wrong
for expressing my
broken heart to you.
That somehow it’s my fault
you are a **** tugging
at my heart strings.

You blame me for
your behavior,
when I have done nothing
but tell you that you
are hurting me.

I tried to enjoy life
with you but sadly
you don’t enjoy my time.

You bully me
when I ask for space,
as if my space means
nothing to you.

It’s a push and shove
when it comes to our love.

I give my everything
but you give me pain
and suffering.

You act like I love
your things but I don’t
care about your wealth,
I care about yourself,
health and happiness.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

The Grimm Reaper said: "The obituaries is my library but your dictator is my lunch. Oh Donnie boi the bones are calling and your soul is weeping over your stone but no one is calling to say fair will. You brought your bombs and hate crimes followed along. You lack intelligence and love, you broke your promises before you made them because you never cared to be a good honest man.

You lack a heart and the brains to follow the strings to emotional relationships with deeper meaning.

You can't even sing or walk up the stairs without leaning and your a creepy humpback lurking in the shadows
reaching for a flag to ****-flag.

There's no doubt which shadow is yours, Mister humpty dumpty hiding between the flag poles. Chunky boi!

Oh Donnie boi the bones are calling and your soul is weeping over your stone but no one is calling to say fair will. You murdered people's faith, and trust with your dishonest jester and behavior, and your musk is a stank no one deserves.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

That like a seed,
poetry grows for me.

It roots itself deeply
inside my headspace,
without poetry I am empty.

Like a forest ideas thrive
within my poetic mind,
I am always traveling inside
my forest of thoughts picking
weeds and gathering leafs.

When I fall I fall hard,
and poetry follows me
into the darkness of my
life. There it lights a fire
and brightens the darkest
of nights and it guides me
through the trees.

Poetry is like a moon
and I am its orbit. I
laso it and bring it closer
for everyone to admire
its pots and beautiful blooms.

It's a lingering sent, a ghostly
memory of a flame lit centuries
before my birth.

The poetic formats never fade
for they live forever within
the minds of the readers.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Blue’s stained my mind
with its shady rolls of
ocean waves, tears flood
the shores of my dreams
as emotion’s move deeper
still fooling my vision
of calming tides.

I lost my mind alone the
road to the hole I dug
to bury my pain.

My heart overflows with
fog rain and wind, causing
a storm to beat at the bones
of my ribcage, leaving me
sore.

Sadness tripped me
before I could run.

I pull the strings of my life,
I draw the lines too, like a master
of my own design I created the
possibilities to survive.

©️ 2021 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

Your kisses were sweet like
salt water taffy, they lingered
on my mind for awhile.

Sadly like seasons things change.

The fall came, love turned brown
and yellow, it's leafs dead and
blew away.

The sweatiness of your kisses went
sour, now it lingers for awhile.

Soured kisses are left behind.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton